Submissions by PierreTheMad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
All mad all the time. ***I'm still here I've just taken a bit of a reprieve to reflect on my self and my life. It has been very exciting and informative and best of all, transformative. I will return but in a different form, greater than before.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2015 3:25am
10th May 2015 3:25am
In The Span of a Night
The shadows they move
with something to prove
Until the sun chases them away
In their wake lie roses
and their retreat exposes
the lonely unmarked graves
There is moss on the stones
which welcome ghosts home
after long and restless nights
They search for peace
and a final release,
a reading of their Last Rites
The long grass bends
against bitter winds
exhalations of forgone desires
The ravens bring gifts
as intentions of shrift
to reflect the hope of sun's fire
with something to prove
Until the sun chases them away
In their wake lie roses
and their retreat exposes
the lonely unmarked graves
There is moss on the stones
which welcome ghosts home
after long and restless nights
They search for peace
and a final release,
a reading of their Last Rites
The long grass bends
against bitter winds
exhalations of forgone desires
The ravens bring gifts
as intentions of shrift
to reflect the hope of sun's fire
851 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 2:28pm
19th Mar 2015 2:28pm
Twinkle Toes
Tip toeing across the starlit dance floor
She wakes the suns as if they were lanterns she were merely turning on
Burning, like me, at a higher frequency
Due to her presence
She wakes the suns as if they were lanterns she were merely turning on
Burning, like me, at a higher frequency
Due to her presence
1028 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 11:38am
28th Sep 2014 11:38am
Man(kind) Down
It still hurts
The images
The pain on their faces
The shock of watching the second plane collide like a giant falling scimitar
The smoke and ash swallowing entire streets whole
The great crying maw of Hell and Death commanding it's pale horse forward
It still hurts
But from every fire is forged steel
From every smoke, a breath of air
From every tear a long, clean streak where the real person is seen and the everyday is washed away
The terror drove some out
But the steel, the breath, and the tears rushed in
Covered from head...
The images
The pain on their faces
The shock of watching the second plane collide like a giant falling scimitar
The smoke and ash swallowing entire streets whole
The great crying maw of Hell and Death commanding it's pale horse forward
It still hurts
But from every fire is forged steel
From every smoke, a breath of air
From every tear a long, clean streak where the real person is seen and the everyday is washed away
The terror drove some out
But the steel, the breath, and the tears rushed in
Covered from head...
1002 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 6:11pm
17th Jun 2013 6:11pm
Identity - Part 1
Thoughts dropped from tongue tip
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest within my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect...
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest within my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect...
914 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 5:40pm
17th Jun 2013 5:40pm
Drift
Here is the moment where we digress.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue an empty sky can be.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue an empty sky can be.
1120 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 00:32am
20th Dec 2012 00:32am
Upon A Darkened Path
There are no guarantees upon a darkened path
And usually no parades when you come back
from exploring all those places
that hide the knowledge of your Self
You feel the ground a little firmer
and your footsteps a bit more sure
But the only one who celebrates with you is you
They alone and no more
When this new You attempts at times
to express in flight
in words as lovely as waves upon the shore
It is, most often, discarded,
overlooked,
unindulged.
Or, at worst, and most frequently,
ignored.
You...
And usually no parades when you come back
from exploring all those places
that hide the knowledge of your Self
You feel the ground a little firmer
and your footsteps a bit more sure
But the only one who celebrates with you is you
They alone and no more
When this new You attempts at times
to express in flight
in words as lovely as waves upon the shore
It is, most often, discarded,
overlooked,
unindulged.
Or, at worst, and most frequently,
ignored.
You...
1359 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 8:14am
19th Dec 2012 8:14am
She Insisted That I Listen
1671 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 7:16am
19th Dec 2012 7:16am
The Standard Corral for a Wild Heart
I'm the adventurous sort
I charge headlong into things
that strike a chord or spark a flame
I chase lightning and bend rainbows
to illuminate my capricious paths
I ride comets and shooting stars
as they rush headlong into the earth
I enjoy getting thrown from the impact
as they shatter into millions of shimmering pieces
I laugh out loud as the shower of the spacefrost and stardust
coats me and the ground around me
leaving an impression of who I was in that moment
I look back on those days and forward to...
I charge headlong into things
that strike a chord or spark a flame
I chase lightning and bend rainbows
to illuminate my capricious paths
I ride comets and shooting stars
as they rush headlong into the earth
I enjoy getting thrown from the impact
as they shatter into millions of shimmering pieces
I laugh out loud as the shower of the spacefrost and stardust
coats me and the ground around me
leaving an impression of who I was in that moment
I look back on those days and forward to...
1303 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 7:19pm
8th Jul 2012 7:19pm
At Her Altar
It was in the way you said 'No'
that turned up the heat
Sweat beading on my brow
Another cage in which to place
my pacing desire
All I wanted was a touch
But the sign that flashed in your eyes
made it clear
You were closed to my business
To twist the screw like this
is the most illustrious torture
I could hope to endure
Delicious like thick, dark chocolate
pouring heavy
I can feel the sweet oppression in your words
Your tone, surprising
Surpassing my expectations
I've never felt...
that turned up the heat
Sweat beading on my brow
Another cage in which to place
my pacing desire
All I wanted was a touch
But the sign that flashed in your eyes
made it clear
You were closed to my business
To twist the screw like this
is the most illustrious torture
I could hope to endure
Delicious like thick, dark chocolate
pouring heavy
I can feel the sweet oppression in your words
Your tone, surprising
Surpassing my expectations
I've never felt...
1679 reads
19 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th May 2012 12:07pm
25th May 2012 12:07pm
First Stirrings
I remember her very vividly; her hair, her smile, her breasts. She lived just two houses down from us and she came over to see my dad. She was damaged in that particular way, they'd wager. But I had no idea what that meant at the time. I was eleven and Tina was the perfect age of seventeen, with the body of a slender yet exciting seventeen-year old woman. She had moved to Florida to live with her aunt and uncle all the way from Hawaii. Family trouble, they'd wager. But her smile showed me none of that. It was sweet, bright, and unburdened and it shone through even when she talked....
957 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2012 3:16pm
15th May 2012 3:16pm
Love Cinquain
Raindrops
Shining sun
Falling golden arrows
Cupid takes his aim
Enamored
Shining sun
Falling golden arrows
Cupid takes his aim
Enamored
1160 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2012 11:28am
12th May 2012 11:28am
Mad Epitaph
PierreTheMad,
a lucky old bastard.
His Wife and 3 Kids
saved his life from disaster.
A thirst for knowledge
A search for compassion
But his penchant for sex
taught his heart its last lesson.
a lucky old bastard.
His Wife and 3 Kids
saved his life from disaster.
A thirst for knowledge
A search for compassion
But his penchant for sex
taught his heart its last lesson.
798 reads
1 Comment
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