Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes and apparently become a pariah because I say things.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 5:53pm
8th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Not a rant, not sure really just things (not a poem)
Why do people believe in this world? Why is it not ok to question beliefs. Why is it ok that the things people believe can be broadcast all over everthing and left as little asides but I'm not allowed to question that? Why is it ok to say you're going to hell or I'll pray for your soul to an non believer but not be allowed to tell them why their god doesn't exist? I understand might see it as sn attack on them but ultimately the same person is still lying to themselves in both scenarios. Obviously you can see it from either or perspective and think that too. I might across like I am attacking...
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 10:09pm
7th Dec 2024 10:09pm
Fallen empires
Ambient breeze.
Caressing dead eroded figures.
Gently hewn impressions jest knowingly.
Laughing madly now only pitied.
Quieted remaining stagnant.
Tired useless vessels.
Weathered xylography.
Yesterday's zeitgeist.
Caressing dead eroded figures.
Gently hewn impressions jest knowingly.
Laughing madly now only pitied.
Quieted remaining stagnant.
Tired useless vessels.
Weathered xylography.
Yesterday's zeitgeist.
#death
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2024 11:28am
1st Dec 2024 11:28am
It's sweet insight
"Good afternoon sir, welcome to the patisserie. What can I get for you"
"Hi, yes I'd like some cake please"
"Certainly, is it for a particular occasion"
"No no, simply to observe"
"Hi, yes I'd like some cake please"
"Certainly, is it for a particular occasion"
"No no, simply to observe"
#funny
78 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 1:12am
29th Nov 2024 1:12am
Adrift
Mourn anew.
In cleansing turbulence swept to weeping.
An unreachable depth washes over.
Holding breath still swells the current.
Bound to bathe in compelling glow.
As tide to moon.
You move me.
In cleansing turbulence swept to weeping.
An unreachable depth washes over.
Holding breath still swells the current.
Bound to bathe in compelling glow.
As tide to moon.
You move me.
#dreams
60 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 00:40am
29th Nov 2024 00:40am
Grotesque nectar
A victim like no other.
The mercy that i grant you.
Is the means to make you suffer.
Focusing the ire.
Emboldening in fire.
Twisting and entombing.
A hunger all consuming.
In molten flesh imprison.
Reborn from hatred risen.
By blood in dark baptism.
Free bound from the schism.
Corruption breed in sake.
Crushed all be in my wake.
As tortured havok reigned.
In sickness unrestrained.
Outcast of the infernal.
Wretched be eternal.
Now let slit the throat of birth.
And clot the veins in filth. ...
The mercy that i grant you.
Is the means to make you suffer.
Focusing the ire.
Emboldening in fire.
Twisting and entombing.
A hunger all consuming.
In molten flesh imprison.
Reborn from hatred risen.
By blood in dark baptism.
Free bound from the schism.
Corruption breed in sake.
Crushed all be in my wake.
As tortured havok reigned.
In sickness unrestrained.
Outcast of the infernal.
Wretched be eternal.
Now let slit the throat of birth.
And clot the veins in filth. ...
#hate
#myself
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
Once blossoming
As Rose wilting.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
#LifeCycle
#nature
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2024 5:24am
26th Nov 2024 5:24am
Really You Are Nothing
Fill another grave with what still flails.
Forced hands finding dirt under the nails.
Soflty sob to help drown out the wails.
Found dead after the execution fails.
Giving what need only go to waste.
Attribution seemingly missplaced.
Meaning again defined as erased.
Departed live on hauntingly unfaced.
This worlds insanitys not up to measure.
Misguided by pursuit of empty treasure.
As I knowingly lie to myself at leisure.
Self destructing to elicit pleasure.
Normals feeling miserable alone.
Pick down to my now...
Forced hands finding dirt under the nails.
Soflty sob to help drown out the wails.
Found dead after the execution fails.
Giving what need only go to waste.
Attribution seemingly missplaced.
Meaning again defined as erased.
Departed live on hauntingly unfaced.
This worlds insanitys not up to measure.
Misguided by pursuit of empty treasure.
As I knowingly lie to myself at leisure.
Self destructing to elicit pleasure.
Normals feeling miserable alone.
Pick down to my now...
#addiction
#depression
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2024 8:06pm
24th Nov 2024 8:06pm
Backward is forward
Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Arresting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Arresting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
#MentalHealth
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Nov 2024 3:26am
24th Nov 2024 3:26am
Nature of the beast
Enjoy the hunt.
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart. ...
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart. ...
#dark
#death
#nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
15th Nov 2024 7:53pm
Every hits a bullseye
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But I think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in...
#funny
#ignorance
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 11:58pm
10th Nov 2024 11:58pm
Vestibulocochlear sympathectomy
Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak.
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception. ...
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception. ...
#frustration
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
Memory of death
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
#death
#memories
#sadness
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