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.
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 6:19pm
29th Jul 2010 6:19pm
The Shipwright
Hot breathopened thigh
Handsroots strangling,
Searching, tracing paths for moisture
Torn open daring sun to show its face
Buried deep hilted sword stabbing forth tree sap
Fertilizer with a fuse
Fingernailsscraping bark away
Raping self away
Taping the whole fucking thing
SoI can show others just how much I love you
Lips-to-knot tongue thrusting
Tasting, Cleaning,
Disgusting you with my vigor
Heavy handed bruises
My skin giving when I strike
You = Too thick to be punctured
Boilingblood-borne inefficiency
Rather you than...
Handsroots strangling,
Searching, tracing paths for moisture
Torn open daring sun to show its face
Buried deep hilted sword stabbing forth tree sap
Fertilizer with a fuse
Fingernailsscraping bark away
Raping self away
Taping the whole fucking thing
SoI can show others just how much I love you
Lips-to-knot tongue thrusting
Tasting, Cleaning,
Disgusting you with my vigor
Heavy handed bruises
My skin giving when I strike
You = Too thick to be punctured
Boilingblood-borne inefficiency
Rather you than...
883 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 3:35am
29th Jul 2010 3:35am
Nails
Nails, she hammers into me
Until I set her free
Once a dog has tasted flesh you put it down
I once won this battle but no more
Standing one against the many who fight this war
And all of them screaming
"Whose side are you on?"
Nails, she hammers into me
Every time she speaks
There is another man in this mirror
Wanting what is mine
I have taken every effort to hurt his pride
And now he's out for blood
Once a dog has tasted flesh you put it down
Nails, she hammers into me
Justification for injury...
Until I set her free
Once a dog has tasted flesh you put it down
I once won this battle but no more
Standing one against the many who fight this war
And all of them screaming
"Whose side are you on?"
Nails, she hammers into me
Every time she speaks
There is another man in this mirror
Wanting what is mine
I have taken every effort to hurt his pride
And now he's out for blood
Once a dog has tasted flesh you put it down
Nails, she hammers into me
Justification for injury...
837 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
23rd May 2010 2:11am
23rd May 2010 2:11am
Late Last Night
I should sleep
I've been up too long now thinking of her
How did she get this far?
How did she breach my defenses?
I set them up so perfectly:
Victim, Idealist, Weakness, Humility, Humanity, Circumstance, Friendship, Flattery, Care, Commitment, Apologies, Responsibility, Denial, and Discipline.
Layer after layer I set them up and she just seeped through them Like a ghost, but more
And much, much too real
She's everywhere I turn, everywhere I look
Everywhere I could possibly run to get away from her she is already there...
Lying...
I've been up too long now thinking of her
How did she get this far?
How did she breach my defenses?
I set them up so perfectly:
Victim, Idealist, Weakness, Humility, Humanity, Circumstance, Friendship, Flattery, Care, Commitment, Apologies, Responsibility, Denial, and Discipline.
Layer after layer I set them up and she just seeped through them Like a ghost, but more
And much, much too real
She's everywhere I turn, everywhere I look
Everywhere I could possibly run to get away from her she is already there...
Lying...
940 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2010 00:46am
20th May 2010 00:46am
The Pilgrimage
She looked so beautiful, crying and helpless.
'I didn't hurt you, did I?'
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried.", she said and smiled her
certain way. Oh that smile.
I stopped to marvel at her, nearly unaware as my fears
matured into doubts and my doubts into questions:
Where is it that I end and she begins?
Is this physical state the greatest lie or most sacred
union?
Is our deviance still within acceptable limits?
And if so, what's next?
Am I the only place her soul can find kindred, or...
'I didn't hurt you, did I?'
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried.", she said and smiled her
certain way. Oh that smile.
I stopped to marvel at her, nearly unaware as my fears
matured into doubts and my doubts into questions:
Where is it that I end and she begins?
Is this physical state the greatest lie or most sacred
union?
Is our deviance still within acceptable limits?
And if so, what's next?
Am I the only place her soul can find kindred, or...
959 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2010 2:53pm
15th May 2010 2:53pm
Nonscience
The labcoats prescribed me a plan
To keep away the devil man
The dancing little lunatic who whispers in my ear
An undigested piece of beef Ebenezer suggests
8 hours of sleep and the voices will rest, cease
All the rooms will stop spinning and sidewalks lay flat
The garden gnomes with razor blades and adorable pointy hats
Approach with pitter pat
Of tiny little feet in glossy jackboots
Nazi repetition and crack troops invade my broken, hollow, flat, infested dreams
Crawling with the maggots of delirium
An onslaught of...
To keep away the devil man
The dancing little lunatic who whispers in my ear
An undigested piece of beef Ebenezer suggests
8 hours of sleep and the voices will rest, cease
All the rooms will stop spinning and sidewalks lay flat
The garden gnomes with razor blades and adorable pointy hats
Approach with pitter pat
Of tiny little feet in glossy jackboots
Nazi repetition and crack troops invade my broken, hollow, flat, infested dreams
Crawling with the maggots of delirium
An onslaught of...
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5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2010 1:12am
12th May 2010 1:12am
Visibly shaking
I try to steady my hands but it doesn't work.
Nothing works.
Where once there was warm breath flowing over softly parted lips there is now only ashen remains
Sifting through the debris I find that the jewel
The gift I was once given
Is gone
The amber that encased it
That I tried to use to protect it
To own it
To possess it
Has melted away
And the most precious jewel itself is missing.
Taken, I believe...
I fear...
I most bitterly dread.
The lapidaries that once cut this most precious stone were fools,...
Nothing works.
Where once there was warm breath flowing over softly parted lips there is now only ashen remains
Sifting through the debris I find that the jewel
The gift I was once given
Is gone
The amber that encased it
That I tried to use to protect it
To own it
To possess it
Has melted away
And the most precious jewel itself is missing.
Taken, I believe...
I fear...
I most bitterly dread.
The lapidaries that once cut this most precious stone were fools,...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2010 00:57am
12th May 2010 00:57am
Now. Empty now.
OK, I get it
Dreams don't come true.
All those things that you tell yourself are okay
are really just bleeding in your basement.
No matter how many times you slam the door
those skeletons keep poking their fucking heads out
and rattling their taunts.
Bones on bones, teeth chatter.
You'll always be a victim
and it will always be an option,
an answer
no matter how wrong you are told it is.
I chose C
But they all read "None of the above".
No one prepared me for this slow dying...
Dreams don't come true.
All those things that you tell yourself are okay
are really just bleeding in your basement.
No matter how many times you slam the door
those skeletons keep poking their fucking heads out
and rattling their taunts.
Bones on bones, teeth chatter.
You'll always be a victim
and it will always be an option,
an answer
no matter how wrong you are told it is.
I chose C
But they all read "None of the above".
No one prepared me for this slow dying...
1008 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2010 10:57pm
10th May 2010 10:57pm
Sewer Rats
A costume of skin that I hide within.
Peel it away and let the blood wash me clean.
Not the grin of confidence, but forgetfulness.
Erasing the pain by bricking it up in a lower chamber.
Letting the water warp and rats devour it.
At least it is useful to something.
At least it can nurture something.
At least it will be forgotten somehow.
But the rats will find a way out just as they found a way in.
A new place to make a new nest near new food
A place where they will build their new home by chewing a hole through the tender spots
Covering the floor...
Peel it away and let the blood wash me clean.
Not the grin of confidence, but forgetfulness.
Erasing the pain by bricking it up in a lower chamber.
Letting the water warp and rats devour it.
At least it is useful to something.
At least it can nurture something.
At least it will be forgotten somehow.
But the rats will find a way out just as they found a way in.
A new place to make a new nest near new food
A place where they will build their new home by chewing a hole through the tender spots
Covering the floor...
1132 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
9th May 2010 8:29pm
9th May 2010 8:29pm
The Noose
Like the vitamin we take within
Nothing will be left of it
As soon as...
I remember the code
Nothing more and nothing less
The secret of the sycophant
Is knowing where to run and to hide
You're feeling you're falling
And everyone's ignoring
Because they don't know what to do for you
You're stealing
You're stalling
The whole thing is appalling
So what are you going to do?
Now that you know
You'll never let go
Too busy dangling at the end of your rope
Now that you know
You'll never let go
Too busy dangling at...
Nothing will be left of it
As soon as...
I remember the code
Nothing more and nothing less
The secret of the sycophant
Is knowing where to run and to hide
You're feeling you're falling
And everyone's ignoring
Because they don't know what to do for you
You're stealing
You're stalling
The whole thing is appalling
So what are you going to do?
Now that you know
You'll never let go
Too busy dangling at the end of your rope
Now that you know
You'll never let go
Too busy dangling at...
916 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th May 2010 3:38am
8th May 2010 3:38am
Pedro, the Ambivalent Domicile
One day, Pedro was just sitting there. He was just sitting there because he's a fucking house and that's all that houses can fucking do. Nevertheless, Pedro didn't mind. He didn't have an opinion on his lack of mobility because he's a fucking house and houses don't have any fucking opinions on anything.
THE END
THE END
1104 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2010 5:02pm
3rd May 2010 5:02pm
The Perfect Murder
The world is hungry and it's eating me alive
More More More
Buy Buy Buy
Statistically, the watchers are the casualties
Paperdolls cut out to be consumers
Hand in hand consuming each other
The brainwash in a box just tells us to lather, rinse, repeat
This Friday Friday Friday
Work until you're dead or you'll never get fed
Would the information go deeper with a bullet in their heads?
In TV land and on the Web where the most needy seem to be the ones who have,
Where they set the standard and all you have to do is reach the bar...
More More More
Buy Buy Buy
Statistically, the watchers are the casualties
Paperdolls cut out to be consumers
Hand in hand consuming each other
The brainwash in a box just tells us to lather, rinse, repeat
This Friday Friday Friday
Work until you're dead or you'll never get fed
Would the information go deeper with a bullet in their heads?
In TV land and on the Web where the most needy seem to be the ones who have,
Where they set the standard and all you have to do is reach the bar...
916 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2010 2:09am
2nd May 2010 2:09am
Starving The Plague
Body by body
The beast dines on bones and the moist bits of flesh the vultures left.
Rotting corpses bloated with hope
Still with the same glass-eyed gaze toward Heaven.
God never came for them.
Never moved His apathetic ass from His comfortable cloud
with enough purpose and drive to save them and the death toll rose.
The body count extending years in either direction.
Arms outstretched like wings
Waiting patiently for a good, stiff breeze to carry them away,
they dropped dead where they stood,
High upon the mountain tops....
The beast dines on bones and the moist bits of flesh the vultures left.
Rotting corpses bloated with hope
Still with the same glass-eyed gaze toward Heaven.
God never came for them.
Never moved His apathetic ass from His comfortable cloud
with enough purpose and drive to save them and the death toll rose.
The body count extending years in either direction.
Arms outstretched like wings
Waiting patiently for a good, stiff breeze to carry them away,
they dropped dead where they stood,
High upon the mountain tops....
896 reads
2 Comments
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