Submissions by PhantomPhace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
looking for words for what cannot be said
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2020 5:59pm
12th Feb 2020 5:59pm
pockmarked terrain
I am a landscape pockmarked by nuclear bombs
a ready recipient for what love has to offer
a mask of indifference for concrete
an invitation for those who would know unrequitement,
who long for a difficult path.
I am one opportunity presented by Earth,
the manifestation of a singular way,
through all terrains, then no terrains,
then nowhere to go
I am circles over again - happily.
I embarrass myself on the public eye with my naivete
so you don't have to.
I am a roadmap of pain and growth
I...
a ready recipient for what love has to offer
a mask of indifference for concrete
an invitation for those who would know unrequitement,
who long for a difficult path.
I am one opportunity presented by Earth,
the manifestation of a singular way,
through all terrains, then no terrains,
then nowhere to go
I am circles over again - happily.
I embarrass myself on the public eye with my naivete
so you don't have to.
I am a roadmap of pain and growth
I...
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2020 5:37pm
12th Feb 2020 5:37pm
remove myself
say the name you have chosen
over and over
numb to the ways you have touched me
so fully I hardly even know
until these words come through me
when we're together or after in mind
the world is breaking
over and over
it doesn't matter - our surroundings
- we are making it out of Time
spinning shattering
garden lights of forests
- how indifference turns into a rising wave
if I let it be
by its own
if you see me
if I let - can't...
over and over
numb to the ways you have touched me
so fully I hardly even know
until these words come through me
when we're together or after in mind
the world is breaking
over and over
it doesn't matter - our surroundings
- we are making it out of Time
spinning shattering
garden lights of forests
- how indifference turns into a rising wave
if I let it be
by its own
if you see me
if I let - can't...
#love
451 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 8:28am
14th Jan 2020 8:28am
good guys are going to Mars
good guy bad guy
clashing sides
each takes a mask for each perceiving kind
in dull tones
whatever tones
are those
each citizen
loves to hear,
per the landscape
that built his dreams
good guy and bad guy
clashing surfaces
each moving energy picks up an artifice
picks up a script
casts it casually off
when its time has run out
when for one heartstopped pause
nobody knows
what is good
what is loved
what to hate
where to stand
mumbles odd
until we are told
by the...
clashing sides
each takes a mask for each perceiving kind
in dull tones
whatever tones
are those
each citizen
loves to hear,
per the landscape
that built his dreams
good guy and bad guy
clashing surfaces
each moving energy picks up an artifice
picks up a script
casts it casually off
when its time has run out
when for one heartstopped pause
nobody knows
what is good
what is loved
what to hate
where to stand
mumbles odd
until we are told
by the...
#conflict
#humankind
#ignorance #culture
#ignorance #culture
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 6:43am
11th Jan 2020 6:43am
Blind Man
Blind Man can't see one step ahead
every world at every moment
sprouts a new garden
full of new species
when everything touches
so deeply, even
the littlest thing –
Blind Man lives like this,
from one garden to another
sprouted waned and mulched to soil
until tomorrow, can't predict it
can't depict it
can't follow
Blind Man is unfollowable
unfathomable
unspiritual
living in the spirits' world
a world that's past us once we name it
world so fragile one can't say its name
a world so fine,...
every world at every moment
sprouts a new garden
full of new species
when everything touches
so deeply, even
the littlest thing –
Blind Man lives like this,
from one garden to another
sprouted waned and mulched to soil
until tomorrow, can't predict it
can't depict it
can't follow
Blind Man is unfollowable
unfathomable
unspiritual
living in the spirits' world
a world that's past us once we name it
world so fragile one can't say its name
a world so fine,...
#spiritual
#humankind
#travel
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 6:35am
11th Jan 2020 6:35am
Silver Clouds
Silver Clouds
I am wasted potential.
People are dying and starving
but my troubles are on another plane –
I would rather starve and feel physical pain.
Because on top of our family issues,
I had been given a mission,
and I failed, now, twice.
If I were to succeed, I would abandon my brother,
my father, and all else who so easily know
that they can devour me.
Now everywhere I go, I will fall into this pelican pattern
for those who are not even my children
but can sniff me right out
and fool me with proclamations of...
I am wasted potential.
People are dying and starving
but my troubles are on another plane –
I would rather starve and feel physical pain.
Because on top of our family issues,
I had been given a mission,
and I failed, now, twice.
If I were to succeed, I would abandon my brother,
my father, and all else who so easily know
that they can devour me.
Now everywhere I go, I will fall into this pelican pattern
for those who are not even my children
but can sniff me right out
and fool me with proclamations of...
#confessional
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 6:24am
2nd Sep 2019 6:24am
No, it is not a rebirth
No, it is not a rebirth.
It is nothing spiritual.
It is only a dropping
of some things unnecessary.
It is not the final answer
of black or white;
it is, that was not the question
glaring at you.
It is, you were living a story
so strong that it chained.
It is, you were playing one particular game,
adding too many rules.
It is, how can you ever see it
unless you take it apart from you?
How can you comprehend the land
when your feet rely upon it?
It is such basic assumptions
that you can no longer see, ...
It is nothing spiritual.
It is only a dropping
of some things unnecessary.
It is not the final answer
of black or white;
it is, that was not the question
glaring at you.
It is, you were living a story
so strong that it chained.
It is, you were playing one particular game,
adding too many rules.
It is, how can you ever see it
unless you take it apart from you?
How can you comprehend the land
when your feet rely upon it?
It is such basic assumptions
that you can no longer see, ...
#identity
#rebirth
#SelfReflection #philosophical
#SelfReflection #philosophical
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2019 6:39pm
11th Aug 2019 6:39pm
My Invisible Friend
My invisible friend,
I longed for you so long,
For so many years in a barren world,
Winding with the tune of your strange song
Against my common sense
Until the notes melded across
Bridging the chasm of opposites
To leave me muddled, at a loss
Of what notes did, did not, belong.
It led me off a cliff (it seemed);
I went again over, over.
Now after many trials
I find my instinct is a blur.
At this fork I’ve come to to decide
My learned mind insists you but deter
Me from my life.
Now do I stay with...
I longed for you so long,
For so many years in a barren world,
Winding with the tune of your strange song
Against my common sense
Until the notes melded across
Bridging the chasm of opposites
To leave me muddled, at a loss
Of what notes did, did not, belong.
It led me off a cliff (it seemed);
I went again over, over.
Now after many trials
I find my instinct is a blur.
At this fork I’ve come to to decide
My learned mind insists you but deter
Me from my life.
Now do I stay with...
#dark
#BestFriend
#God
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2019 3:51pm
11th Aug 2019 3:51pm
Be Professional
Isn’t this my room?
So why do I cater
To who might see it
When they visit later?
Won’t I spend most of my time here alone?
Why do I hide in my own, my own?
I’ll have a kid’s foolishness decking my walls.
Either I’m stuck and refuse to advance
Or nobody resurrects their old romance
As the years creep up and urge us to speed
So we blindly whip past that in which we staked value,
Carelessly mumbling that we will return
At a later date, once we’re established
And earned our freedom – to throw dinner parties
For guests we feel...
So why do I cater
To who might see it
When they visit later?
Won’t I spend most of my time here alone?
Why do I hide in my own, my own?
I’ll have a kid’s foolishness decking my walls.
Either I’m stuck and refuse to advance
Or nobody resurrects their old romance
As the years creep up and urge us to speed
So we blindly whip past that in which we staked value,
Carelessly mumbling that we will return
At a later date, once we’re established
And earned our freedom – to throw dinner parties
For guests we feel...
#freedom
#consumerism
#culture
396 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2019 00:09am
16th Jul 2019 00:09am
Bad People
Good people
They marry who they should.
Good people
Celebrate all the holidays.
They don’t give their families shit,
They don’t give them a hard time
’Cause they’re so good.
And you are one of them.
Bad people
Lately I have been around
Bad people
In a way I have always rebelled,
Early stepped off the proper path
To follow something I called my heart.
Now I’m not dating who I should,
At work I act real smart
Though I know it’ll come back to bite
That I’m not good.
You’ll never see a picture...
They marry who they should.
Good people
Celebrate all the holidays.
They don’t give their families shit,
They don’t give them a hard time
’Cause they’re so good.
And you are one of them.
Bad people
Lately I have been around
Bad people
In a way I have always rebelled,
Early stepped off the proper path
To follow something I called my heart.
Now I’m not dating who I should,
At work I act real smart
Though I know it’ll come back to bite
That I’m not good.
You’ll never see a picture...
#SelfReflection
#PopCulture
#culture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2019 00:01am
16th Jul 2019 00:01am
in the shadow of a kingdom
in the shadow lives a kingdom
in the artist lives a king
in the house beside the river
lives an ocean dweller
dwelling by the shore
deep inside the kingdom
gravity is breaking
ecstasy is crumbling
onto the floor
in the shadow of a kingdom
that i tried to capture
everything is falling
that i knew before
in the shadow of a kingdom
dwells my whole endeavor
i am not living there
anymore
in the artist lives a king
in the house beside the river
lives an ocean dweller
dwelling by the shore
deep inside the kingdom
gravity is breaking
ecstasy is crumbling
onto the floor
in the shadow of a kingdom
that i tried to capture
everything is falling
that i knew before
in the shadow of a kingdom
dwells my whole endeavor
i am not living there
anymore
#death
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2019 2:01am
15th Jul 2019 2:01am
oceans are drowning
oceans are drowning
i'm homeless tomorrow
my father has parted with this world
my sole link has gone
i named my ship after what you had born
and now it's adrift
there is no turning back for me;
my family threaded apart
and no knowledge of how
to keep friendships together
not everyone can
keep a family whole
some people lose lose and lose
threads falling off of their lives
out of the holes
and into the waters
of oceans drowning by gravity
every moment
i walk down the street
people are pulling me ...
i'm homeless tomorrow
my father has parted with this world
my sole link has gone
i named my ship after what you had born
and now it's adrift
there is no turning back for me;
my family threaded apart
and no knowledge of how
to keep friendships together
not everyone can
keep a family whole
some people lose lose and lose
threads falling off of their lives
out of the holes
and into the waters
of oceans drowning by gravity
every moment
i walk down the street
people are pulling me ...
#loneliness
#family
#sea
#nature
#evolution
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2019 2:00am
15th Jul 2019 2:00am
The Way Things Are
We’re gonna go deep and far and deep and far,
Plunge into the creepy dark.
Become our monsters, free and snarling
With our fangs all bared.
We’re gonna go down the tunnel, far away
From the world beneath the light of day
And come to know ourselves behind the play.
We will take our masks off and reveal
The little gremlins underneath
And in the cave whose walls we’ll feel
Our shadows will flicker across
For seconds, lit up by the torches dotting crevices.
We’ll forget the world and what we think is us.
I will be a...
Plunge into the creepy dark.
Become our monsters, free and snarling
With our fangs all bared.
We’re gonna go down the tunnel, far away
From the world beneath the light of day
And come to know ourselves behind the play.
We will take our masks off and reveal
The little gremlins underneath
And in the cave whose walls we’ll feel
Our shadows will flicker across
For seconds, lit up by the torches dotting crevices.
We’ll forget the world and what we think is us.
I will be a...
#lust
#relationships
#sex #monsters
#sex #monsters
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