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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2010 11:29pm
3rd Sep 2010 11:29pm
Although Pangea Wept
Pangea doth me harm
As she speeds elsewhere and away from me
Past the edges of my comprehension
She rushes out from under my feet
Leaving me to tread naught but chaotic tides of vast, unending seas
Seven times seven times seven rhymes of ancient mariners
Swearing to their crews of lewd visits
With women having torsos of maidens and the tails of dolphins
But they are just passers-by in the new occurrence
The most recent transfiguration of spirit and form that now occupies the space that I call mine
In my own foolish...
As she speeds elsewhere and away from me
Past the edges of my comprehension
She rushes out from under my feet
Leaving me to tread naught but chaotic tides of vast, unending seas
Seven times seven times seven rhymes of ancient mariners
Swearing to their crews of lewd visits
With women having torsos of maidens and the tails of dolphins
But they are just passers-by in the new occurrence
The most recent transfiguration of spirit and form that now occupies the space that I call mine
In my own foolish...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2010 3:23pm
3rd Sep 2010 3:23pm
Is It Far?
Is it far?
No. It is always just a breath away.
Can I see it from here?
You have always seen it and felt it.
It is the brush against your skin,
The crush of your teeth when you chew,
The ground that holds you up when you walk.
It is here and always has been.
It awaited your arrival and when you came it caught you
You played together before it had a name.
What is it's name?
Call it what you will but it will not come
Besides, a name is onlyusefulfor getting its attention
And you already have that
You...
No. It is always just a breath away.
Can I see it from here?
You have always seen it and felt it.
It is the brush against your skin,
The crush of your teeth when you chew,
The ground that holds you up when you walk.
It is here and always has been.
It awaited your arrival and when you came it caught you
You played together before it had a name.
What is it's name?
Call it what you will but it will not come
Besides, a name is onlyusefulfor getting its attention
And you already have that
You...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2010 2:39pm
3rd Sep 2010 2:39pm
Moonlit Nights
I sat in my chariot of steel
Wondering at the luminous orb of night
Pressing my hand against the glass
So as to empathetically imagine its lonely coldness
And to remember touching the graceful curves of her face
It haunts me
She haunts me
I see the full moon and I can look right into her eyes
But no matter what I say or do
I cannot get her to smile
I see the gibbous moon
And I imagine her head cocked to one side
Trying to look me in the eyes as I sit and ponder the depths of defeat
I...
Wondering at the luminous orb of night
Pressing my hand against the glass
So as to empathetically imagine its lonely coldness
And to remember touching the graceful curves of her face
It haunts me
She haunts me
I see the full moon and I can look right into her eyes
But no matter what I say or do
I cannot get her to smile
I see the gibbous moon
And I imagine her head cocked to one side
Trying to look me in the eyes as I sit and ponder the depths of defeat
I...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Sep 2010 8:54pm
2nd Sep 2010 8:54pm
Ferdinand's Impossible Dreams
He woke up one night and it was still there
He had no idea just how to care
For something so immense
Or how to explain it to all of his friends
It sat there without a single word
Letting poor Ferdinand attempt
To decide what it was
That should be done with it
The Hippo of Ferdinand's Impossible Dreams
Flies on to places we don't know
And no one else can see
The next stop is Ferdinand's Impossible Dreams
So hold on
We'll get there soon enough
And you will never believe your eyes
The next day it followed him to school...
He had no idea just how to care
For something so immense
Or how to explain it to all of his friends
It sat there without a single word
Letting poor Ferdinand attempt
To decide what it was
That should be done with it
The Hippo of Ferdinand's Impossible Dreams
Flies on to places we don't know
And no one else can see
The next stop is Ferdinand's Impossible Dreams
So hold on
We'll get there soon enough
And you will never believe your eyes
The next day it followed him to school...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2010 8:00pm
1st Sep 2010 8:00pm
Jacob's Refrain
We climb a fragile ladder.
An ancient, weatherworn ladder that always just a little more pressure away from breaking.
By "we" I of course mean "I" for I know it is indeed true that I can only ever speak of what I know or have experienced.
In this moment I have been trying to understand a conflict,
No, more accurately, a war
A war of feelings of lack and fulfillment.
I have been wondering ever since my youth what drives people to commit and justify horrible acts of human absenteeism.
The kind of things that make your heart sink and your...
An ancient, weatherworn ladder that always just a little more pressure away from breaking.
By "we" I of course mean "I" for I know it is indeed true that I can only ever speak of what I know or have experienced.
In this moment I have been trying to understand a conflict,
No, more accurately, a war
A war of feelings of lack and fulfillment.
I have been wondering ever since my youth what drives people to commit and justify horrible acts of human absenteeism.
The kind of things that make your heart sink and your...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2010 7:52pm
1st Sep 2010 7:52pm
One In A Million
A fool you're burning for feeling a yearning
to be a shooting star,
to race across the sky only to die,
to strike something bigger than yourself and cease.
Unfolding the map 'til you get lost in the crease.
A map to show you which star is yours in that sparkling night sky.
The selfsame star that feels a yearning to race
all the others to the goal of just being noticed.
But ending up only pushing yourself too hard and too far
and burning up in the atmosphere,
when all you have to do is shine.
*one of my older ones*
to be a shooting star,
to race across the sky only to die,
to strike something bigger than yourself and cease.
Unfolding the map 'til you get lost in the crease.
A map to show you which star is yours in that sparkling night sky.
The selfsame star that feels a yearning to race
all the others to the goal of just being noticed.
But ending up only pushing yourself too hard and too far
and burning up in the atmosphere,
when all you have to do is shine.
*one of my older ones*
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 7:56pm
29th Aug 2010 7:56pm
Paradisiac
Come in waves to carry me to a distant shore of fine sands
To cover me
To coat me
In a temporary erasure of these moments of sullen introspection
Drowning is so effortless
Even as I surrender to the ebb and flow,
When the tide retreats
I still look to the lighthouse for guidance
For an enlightening glimpse of the dangers that lie ahead
A ghostly galleon,
A reminder of the lives dashed upon the rocks of the fate I struggle to escape
In the distance a Siren sings a lullaby
As the storms approach on either side ...
To cover me
To coat me
In a temporary erasure of these moments of sullen introspection
Drowning is so effortless
Even as I surrender to the ebb and flow,
When the tide retreats
I still look to the lighthouse for guidance
For an enlightening glimpse of the dangers that lie ahead
A ghostly galleon,
A reminder of the lives dashed upon the rocks of the fate I struggle to escape
In the distance a Siren sings a lullaby
As the storms approach on either side ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 7:19pm
29th Aug 2010 7:19pm
Low Whispers of High Plans
They fell as corpses from the lips of the Master
Their names spoken now but soon would be just a whisper
Then silence
A loving Father couldn't let these things happen to His children
Nor would He allow it to continue
But our Father is a weak one
He gave His children a world and thought He had done Hisshare
He thought He was done,
that He could just sit back and relax
and let his children grow up all on their own
that they didn't need His guidance
This was His first mistake
Their names spoken now but soon would be just a whisper
Then silence
A loving Father couldn't let these things happen to His children
Nor would He allow it to continue
But our Father is a weak one
He gave His children a world and thought He had done Hisshare
He thought He was done,
that He could just sit back and relax
and let his children grow up all on their own
that they didn't need His guidance
This was His first mistake
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 2:58am
28th Aug 2010 2:58am
Prison Of Flesh
Locked away in a prison of flesh
He faces a life
If one could call it that
Of solitary confinement
He'll never know himself
He'll never know a friend
He'll never enjoy a freedom
It takes a chair to make him mobile
But no matter where he goes
He will never be able to pass through those intangible bars
The bars that keep him a prisoner in his cell
In his cells
*One of my older ones*
He faces a life
If one could call it that
Of solitary confinement
He'll never know himself
He'll never know a friend
He'll never enjoy a freedom
It takes a chair to make him mobile
But no matter where he goes
He will never be able to pass through those intangible bars
The bars that keep him a prisoner in his cell
In his cells
*One of my older ones*
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 2:49am
28th Aug 2010 2:49am
Rose Petal Dreams
A rose by any other name does not smell the same, nor taste as sweet
By eating the fallen petals I have poisoned myself to the point of euphoria
I don't feel the thorns when I dream of her.
*One of my older ones*
By eating the fallen petals I have poisoned myself to the point of euphoria
I don't feel the thorns when I dream of her.
*One of my older ones*
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2010 5:05pm
18th Aug 2010 5:05pm
Full Metal Jacket
He came home loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
Barreling down upon his targets
Barely contained inside a chamber
It was nothing new
He always went off half-cocked and came back fully loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
He liked the way we'd cower when his attention was turned our way
Barreling down upon us
Barely contained inside his dizzily spinning chambers
It was nothing new
But tonight, the safety was off and his hands were shaking
He was aiming to...
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
Barreling down upon his targets
Barely contained inside a chamber
It was nothing new
He always went off half-cocked and came back fully loaded
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off
He liked the way we'd cower when his attention was turned our way
Barreling down upon us
Barely contained inside his dizzily spinning chambers
It was nothing new
But tonight, the safety was off and his hands were shaking
He was aiming to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Aug 2010 5:28am
4th Aug 2010 5:28am
The Bull
This visceral meeting was exactly what was needed
to refill the tanks
to refuel the ego
to re-feel the sweet disgrace
Then to put it back into its place
To get back that animal attack of instinct felt to be missing
Wet, glistening, spent from chasing hunger
The creature is returned to his bed of coarse hair matted with drying fluids
and moistened sheets of pouch-folded cotton
Now tucked away, its general mood is one of dissent
And descent from the heights once tasted
Pulsing with the heart beat of the guise of higher...
to refill the tanks
to refuel the ego
to re-feel the sweet disgrace
Then to put it back into its place
To get back that animal attack of instinct felt to be missing
Wet, glistening, spent from chasing hunger
The creature is returned to his bed of coarse hair matted with drying fluids
and moistened sheets of pouch-folded cotton
Now tucked away, its general mood is one of dissent
And descent from the heights once tasted
Pulsing with the heart beat of the guise of higher...
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