Submissions by Phlatonmeback (Phlat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like weaving words.
Broken
There is nothing , but a blank sheet
A pen...and a briar tangled mind
Cut with all the thorns of this
Fucked up existence that
Could ever explain her
abuse...
But ink doesn't stain the paper
When the fingers on the hand
That grip the pen
Have been broken...
Beyond use...
Much like the mind.
A pen...and a briar tangled mind
Cut with all the thorns of this
Fucked up existence that
Could ever explain her
abuse...
But ink doesn't stain the paper
When the fingers on the hand
That grip the pen
Have been broken...
Beyond use...
Much like the mind.
#anger
#dark
#abuse #emptiness
#abuse #emptiness
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Simple soul
I am simply a toad
Happy within these walls
Of a simple garden.
I don't see the boundaries
As constraint...
I just see the space
Of my enclosure
As my fate...
Happy within these walls
Of a simple garden.
I don't see the boundaries
As constraint...
I just see the space
Of my enclosure
As my fate...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#inspirational
#respect
381 reads
2 Comments
Your orchard
I viewed your garden
Your heavy boughs became
My burden
I breached walls
To reach your blossom
When no gate
Was left open
I feasted on the windfall
Of your ripe fruit ...fallen
On the sun scorched lawn
Of my trespass
I lay broken.
I was the boy with pockets
Bulging with stolen fruit
In an empty orchard.
Your heavy boughs became
My burden
I breached walls
To reach your blossom
When no gate
Was left open
I feasted on the windfall
Of your ripe fruit ...fallen
On the sun scorched lawn
Of my trespass
I lay broken.
I was the boy with pockets
Bulging with stolen fruit
In an empty orchard.
#loneliness
#rejection
#emptiness
625 reads
6 Comments
On the rocks
I'm a little fish out of water here
I was hooked in the shallows
And dragged to the deep
But the deeper I delved
The sharper the rocks
I never claimed to
Know the tide
But I know
I floundered
I was hooked in the shallows
And dragged to the deep
But the deeper I delved
The sharper the rocks
I never claimed to
Know the tide
But I know
I floundered
#sadness
#despair
#disappointment
405 reads
6 Comments
Toad's last summer
Toads last summer
A fine misty morning veil fell and settled silently over the dark forest of Tinkerbrook
Swathing the weary fern, the bramble and the tangle of thorny briar in a drenched cloak of shimmering dew. Blackbird and songthrush battled in harmony for the sunrise song of warbling worship, taking their cue from the waning moon , as it's pale blue modesty slipped silent over the horizon beyond the bleary and bloodshot eyes of the awakened and the rising, on the graveyard shift to watch over the dead to the night, weary of world sleepers of another far away land.
...
A fine misty morning veil fell and settled silently over the dark forest of Tinkerbrook
Swathing the weary fern, the bramble and the tangle of thorny briar in a drenched cloak of shimmering dew. Blackbird and songthrush battled in harmony for the sunrise song of warbling worship, taking their cue from the waning moon , as it's pale blue modesty slipped silent over the horizon beyond the bleary and bloodshot eyes of the awakened and the rising, on the graveyard shift to watch over the dead to the night, weary of world sleepers of another far away land.
...
#dreams
#nature
515 reads
5 Comments
Ashes
I laid her down at Abbotsford
Where a tranquil river flows
Where once she loved to walk a path...
You'll come across a trampled rose.
Why now , this sorrow in my heart?
This clawing pain beneath my breast
Why now, this torture of my soul
When all that was...I lay to rest?
Where a tranquil river flows
Where once she loved to walk a path...
You'll come across a trampled rose.
Why now , this sorrow in my heart?
This clawing pain beneath my breast
Why now, this torture of my soul
When all that was...I lay to rest?
#parent
#childhood
#death
534 reads
7 Comments
Dark river
She waded through the waters
Of his dark and troubled river
In the cradle of her arms
She was salvation and forgiver as
She held his head close to her breast
to stop him slipping under
When the current tried to take him
When his mind was plagued with thunder
in the dark...
The riverbanks were crumbling
And the storm so unforgiving
The welcome from the bed
Was for the lost and not the living
She waded through the water
And she calmed the angry river
Still she keeps him close beside her
And her...
Of his dark and troubled river
In the cradle of her arms
She was salvation and forgiver as
She held his head close to her breast
to stop him slipping under
When the current tried to take him
When his mind was plagued with thunder
in the dark...
The riverbanks were crumbling
And the storm so unforgiving
The welcome from the bed
Was for the lost and not the living
She waded through the water
And she calmed the angry river
Still she keeps him close beside her
And her...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#support
547 reads
5 Comments
I crave
#love
#frustration
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6 Comments
I felt her cold fingers
I felt her fingers grow cold.
Come dawn....I felt them fumbling
Naked over strewn sheets. reaching
To snuff the flcker of lust from
The wick of midnight passion
In the frigid breath of a still gray morning
The night is lost to tears
Beneath pillows placed to drown
The howling ...but the beast still bays.
Come dawn....I felt them fumbling
Naked over strewn sheets. reaching
To snuff the flcker of lust from
The wick of midnight passion
In the frigid breath of a still gray morning
The night is lost to tears
Beneath pillows placed to drown
The howling ...but the beast still bays.
#sadness
#regret
#emptiness
434 reads
5 Comments
In the long grass
Beneath the misty veil of dawn's sweet trespass
We lay as lovers, fresh as the flesh on the
Unpicked bone of any fantasy.
Hidden , green as new sprung shoots in an unploughed meadow...
Limbs in the long grass, splayed and tangled in the strangle
Beneath the well hung boughs of lust's heavy burden
Swaying and spraying the ripe seed of my passion ....
Soaking up summertime blossoms in springtime eyes
I gaze upon a lost meadow...and still the
Wildflowers hold a whisper
of the past. ...
We lay as lovers, fresh as the flesh on the
Unpicked bone of any fantasy.
Hidden , green as new sprung shoots in an unploughed meadow...
Limbs in the long grass, splayed and tangled in the strangle
Beneath the well hung boughs of lust's heavy burden
Swaying and spraying the ripe seed of my passion ....
Soaking up summertime blossoms in springtime eyes
I gaze upon a lost meadow...and still the
Wildflowers hold a whisper
of the past. ...
#romantic
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
502 reads
6 Comments
Cream
#erotic
#sensual
#passion
845 reads
6 Comments
Comfort
I sought the comfort of her smile
The perfect feminine symmetry
Of her eyes.
That that cast a gaze
Upon me
I saw comfort in the soft pillow
Of her breast...
Yet it was her abstract mind
Bursting with colour
Spilled from a little box
That could never restrain nor
contain her
Brilliant artistry....
That was what drew me
Ever closer
Towards her.
I found my true comfort
Beneath her wing.
Where she nurtured me.
The perfect feminine symmetry
Of her eyes.
That that cast a gaze
Upon me
I saw comfort in the soft pillow
Of her breast...
Yet it was her abstract mind
Bursting with colour
Spilled from a little box
That could never restrain nor
contain her
Brilliant artistry....
That was what drew me
Ever closer
Towards her.
I found my true comfort
Beneath her wing.
Where she nurtured me.
#love
#friendship
#FallingInLove
660 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Phlatonmeback (Phlat)