Submissions by Ronethone (Kieron)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2022 12:11pm
31st May 2022 12:11pm
THEE
The...
The lift of my expressions, I find myself exposed
The graceful smiles meant nothing,
The venom of my blood thins with every whimsy
The glances glance emptiness in my gaze
The trees look like boredom
The world looks smeared in aggravated nonsense
The entirety of it all looks...bored
The world, all of this seems endless
The crumble while I try to build is no remorse
The remembrance of how I used to be
The because of that welcoming of no tomorrow
The trees look like boredom
The world...
The lift of my expressions, I find myself exposed
The graceful smiles meant nothing,
The venom of my blood thins with every whimsy
The glances glance emptiness in my gaze
The trees look like boredom
The world looks smeared in aggravated nonsense
The entirety of it all looks...bored
The world, all of this seems endless
The crumble while I try to build is no remorse
The remembrance of how I used to be
The because of that welcoming of no tomorrow
The trees look like boredom
The world...
#apathy
#boredom
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2022 4:16pm
16th May 2022 4:16pm
Nightmares Elaborated On Skin
Found asphyxiated in our own beauty
our hearts lay entwined from the last collision
and when the glass rains
as the blood fills my throat
she splutters pain as if it were a gunshot
my expired eyes drone into existence
she vigorously grinded bone on metal
one leg free and an ounce of skin to go
she cried, she fucking cried
My skin melted like plastic on the dashboard
one eye on the road, one in the glove box
she couldn't stop looking at me
crowded by dimensions of skull
claustrophobia induced by a skinless soul
split...
our hearts lay entwined from the last collision
and when the glass rains
as the blood fills my throat
she splutters pain as if it were a gunshot
my expired eyes drone into existence
she vigorously grinded bone on metal
one leg free and an ounce of skin to go
she cried, she fucking cried
My skin melted like plastic on the dashboard
one eye on the road, one in the glove box
she couldn't stop looking at me
crowded by dimensions of skull
claustrophobia induced by a skinless soul
split...
#death
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2022 2:42pm
28th Mar 2022 2:42pm
Drowning In The Wealth Of Consumed Guilt
Left swallowing the oceans in their tides
This body can only hold as much as the flesh can take.
Slit wrists pissing out in a drip tray,
Draining the bad blood, left draining
Emaciation began within, beneath my shrink wrap skin
As I bash life against the rocks in my whiskey glasses.
Diluting the stream, reducing the inner deity
My soul is left cramped inside wrinkled personality,
I am none more but the strides I wade into.
Dry veins of sentences lead into paragraphs of epitaphs,
Angered at this place, at this human race,
Knuckle dusters...
This body can only hold as much as the flesh can take.
Slit wrists pissing out in a drip tray,
Draining the bad blood, left draining
Emaciation began within, beneath my shrink wrap skin
As I bash life against the rocks in my whiskey glasses.
Diluting the stream, reducing the inner deity
My soul is left cramped inside wrinkled personality,
I am none more but the strides I wade into.
Dry veins of sentences lead into paragraphs of epitaphs,
Angered at this place, at this human race,
Knuckle dusters...
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
396 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2022 7:59am
27th Jan 2022 7:59am
Normality
I don't understand my pain
It's just there to tingle my little veins
To the welcome of
As I gasp yet yawn in the wake.
Shadows fell their wonder in black
As I walk my gait towards another faith.
Cut my my cloth and shape my form, behemoth
Let me know what you want from me now.
Slave to the wealth in my head
It's just there to tingle my little veins
To the welcome of
As I gasp yet yawn in the wake.
Shadows fell their wonder in black
As I walk my gait towards another faith.
Cut my my cloth and shape my form, behemoth
Let me know what you want from me now.
Slave to the wealth in my head
#MentalHealth
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2022 5:41pm
24th Jan 2022 5:41pm
Death In Human Skin
Bone white skin and stained glass eye sockets
Grotesque breath heaves from upraised hellion lungs
And a smile so broken that laughter echoes shatter
Joints twist of lost fortitude slow like molasses
In my aches trying to hold onto kingdoms.
Faster my steeds faster as I pace towards oblivion
The conquered realms of broken thoughts of
Whims and and hopes die in numbers
Unrelenting until the buckling of a sigh
The possibilities are endless until death...
..
.
Grotesque breath heaves from upraised hellion lungs
And a smile so broken that laughter echoes shatter
Joints twist of lost fortitude slow like molasses
In my aches trying to hold onto kingdoms.
Faster my steeds faster as I pace towards oblivion
The conquered realms of broken thoughts of
Whims and and hopes die in numbers
Unrelenting until the buckling of a sigh
The possibilities are endless until death...
..
.
#dark
#spiritual
234 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2022 4:29pm
10th Jan 2022 4:29pm
Self Destruction
Everything burns in it's warm flow
Blues and yellows to deep seductive orange ashes
Until the grey and the unconscious black.
Eyes burn with sickening warmth
Words drown out the drone of sunlit death
I am here, yet lost, in the here.
Remembering the hole is always there,
A depth of unforgettable blackness
The shadow of an old self,
Always there to fall back into
No matter how far you climb out.
Blues and yellows to deep seductive orange ashes
Until the grey and the unconscious black.
Eyes burn with sickening warmth
Words drown out the drone of sunlit death
I am here, yet lost, in the here.
Remembering the hole is always there,
A depth of unforgettable blackness
The shadow of an old self,
Always there to fall back into
No matter how far you climb out.
#anxiety
#dark
237 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Aug 2021 10:02pm
25th Aug 2021 10:02pm
Paper Tower
The blindness of my outlooks
Can you not smell the burnt stares?
The broken grasps of understanding
Can you not smell the cauterized fingertips?
The unwelcome passions becoming a lesson
Can you not smell the enflamed heart?
The slow death of every breath
Can you not smell the charcoal lungs?
Everything burns in my stead.
Can you not smell the burnt stares?
The broken grasps of understanding
Can you not smell the cauterized fingertips?
The unwelcome passions becoming a lesson
Can you not smell the enflamed heart?
The slow death of every breath
Can you not smell the charcoal lungs?
Everything burns in my stead.
#despair
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2021 11:49pm
21st May 2021 11:49pm
Dead Meat
I've got shrapnel in my jaw bone from the words I never said,
I've got salt in my open wounds from the factory where I slave.
Black loss devouring finger bones, chrome xylophone rib cages, dusty lungs and bluesman ship.
On your feet dead meat, on your feet,
God's Green Earth doesn't exist for the colour blind, son.
So I'm stuck with my love, in this skin, where I broke it off and buried it within.
On your feet dead meat, on your feet,
Let's carry on, carry on, carrion.
I've got salt in my open wounds from the factory where I slave.
Black loss devouring finger bones, chrome xylophone rib cages, dusty lungs and bluesman ship.
On your feet dead meat, on your feet,
God's Green Earth doesn't exist for the colour blind, son.
So I'm stuck with my love, in this skin, where I broke it off and buried it within.
On your feet dead meat, on your feet,
Let's carry on, carry on, carrion.
#anxiety
306 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2021 1:02pm
10th May 2021 1:02pm
Trying To Make Sense Of Adrenal Junk
#philosophical
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 00:01am
3rd Apr 2021 00:01am
Solace and Tremendous Patience / Abandon Flesh/ Abandon Quarantine.
Sour echoes of innocence lost,
Permeates into untouched porcelain skin uncarved by desire.
The pale motion of trembling lips, blubbering lullabies
'Neath a waterfall of tears
Staining the cheeks from emotional wounds so dear.
Only to be left staring at the deserts of palm, from holden hands lost.
What can be touched now? What feeling can be grasped here?
Does it matter when there is no place, no desire?
And the Universe proclaimed to be nothing more than a poet,
And sheer laughter was spent before and cost nothing more,
By...
Permeates into untouched porcelain skin uncarved by desire.
The pale motion of trembling lips, blubbering lullabies
'Neath a waterfall of tears
Staining the cheeks from emotional wounds so dear.
Only to be left staring at the deserts of palm, from holden hands lost.
What can be touched now? What feeling can be grasped here?
Does it matter when there is no place, no desire?
And the Universe proclaimed to be nothing more than a poet,
And sheer laughter was spent before and cost nothing more,
By...
#anger
#dark
#frustration
535 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Mar 2021 11:25am
7th Mar 2021 11:25am
Solace.
Solace.
The children of the apocalypse are hipsters sleeping in burnt out cars, a duvet of metal beneath a blackened tree with spider leg branches, scowl in the wind that blows it's molten leaves. The parents of their time are unashamed because they brought them here with excuses and time lapses.
The sky rots with the sun and the rocks boil as the perfume of burnt soil sticks to the skin. My brother is a corpse with lungs filled with cement, he's a mannequin of ash and dust while my sister has a face painted with rust.
There are children hung up by their necks, swaying...
The children of the apocalypse are hipsters sleeping in burnt out cars, a duvet of metal beneath a blackened tree with spider leg branches, scowl in the wind that blows it's molten leaves. The parents of their time are unashamed because they brought them here with excuses and time lapses.
The sky rots with the sun and the rocks boil as the perfume of burnt soil sticks to the skin. My brother is a corpse with lungs filled with cement, he's a mannequin of ash and dust while my sister has a face painted with rust.
There are children hung up by their necks, swaying...
#nonfiction
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Feb 2021 2:46am
20th Feb 2021 2:46am
To A Dead Friend
Between the grievances of alcoholism and empty glasses, a descent proceeds the unforgiving sobriety where I despatch unpleasant flashbacks in writing sprees, filling the pages
like graves, with drunk jagged-edge spade marks.
In these places I try to survive.
An anger screams of a declared torture whilst fingers burn like magnesium strips until they curl up and crash, smothering the belittling memories of failure. The wind beneath my wings was from falling, not flying.
The carnivore turns to cannibalism.
Uncaged and ravenous, despair blunders...
like graves, with drunk jagged-edge spade marks.
In these places I try to survive.
An anger screams of a declared torture whilst fingers burn like magnesium strips until they curl up and crash, smothering the belittling memories of failure. The wind beneath my wings was from falling, not flying.
The carnivore turns to cannibalism.
Uncaged and ravenous, despair blunders...
#grief
#death
#memorial
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