Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes and apparently become a pariah because I say things.
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
100 reads
2 Comments
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
64 reads
2 Comments
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
77 reads
2 Comments
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
106 reads
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
103 reads
4 Comments
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
140 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:56pm
3rd Oct 2024 11:56pm
A sentence (not a poem)
I want to live in peace, not in silence.
#inspirational
236 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2024 1:15am
2nd Oct 2024 1:15am
Cult of perpetuity
Always black and white.
Never any grey matter.
Gifted grifters shifting whispers.
Savouring the blood spatter.
Always by the book.
Whichever takes your fancy.
Well read swelled heads.
All to say they're not empty.
Muse and murmur.
Crickets and birds chirping.
Mundane muttering mimics.
Unschooled fish grouping.
Like I never left.
Familiar yet so strange.
Rewound paused recording.
Funny how things change.
Never any grey matter.
Gifted grifters shifting whispers.
Savouring the blood spatter.
Always by the book.
Whichever takes your fancy.
Well read swelled heads.
All to say they're not empty.
Muse and murmur.
Crickets and birds chirping.
Mundane muttering mimics.
Unschooled fish grouping.
Like I never left.
Familiar yet so strange.
Rewound paused recording.
Funny how things change.
#TruthOfLife
110 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2024 4:11pm
29th Sep 2024 4:11pm
The movers and Shakespearers
No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men.
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress.
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press".
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks.
Central to themselves, it...
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men.
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress.
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press".
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks.
Central to themselves, it...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
124 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2024 11:50pm
17th Sep 2024 11:50pm
Bothersome
Done biting my tongue off let you have your fantasies.
From all the mental gymnastics you think you're Hercules.
Fuck you and grandiose big dick swinging fallacies.
In actual fact your mind is only rotting with disease
The Evidence malevolence will readily deceive.
You can't exactly grow continually being naive.
Only way to truth is letting go what you believe.
Focus in on opening your third eye to perceive.
From all the mental gymnastics you think you're Hercules.
Fuck you and grandiose big dick swinging fallacies.
In actual fact your mind is only rotting with disease
The Evidence malevolence will readily deceive.
You can't exactly grow continually being naive.
Only way to truth is letting go what you believe.
Focus in on opening your third eye to perceive.
#frustration
118 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2024 6:21pm
17th Sep 2024 6:21pm
Shhh... it won't be ok
Think before you answer.
Unlike me who'll shoot my mouth off like an unhinged laser blaster.
What the hells happened to me I've become a disaster.
Spiral goes both ways but down is so much faster.
Under my own spell oblivious that I'm the caster.
Adept at insanity soon I'll be a master.
Pressing all the buttons just to see what they do.
While everyone looks at me like I'm missing a screw.
Used to the distortion then blinded by the view.
Chasing down illusions finding none to pursue.
Perhaps I shouldn't listen then act like that I knew. ...
Unlike me who'll shoot my mouth off like an unhinged laser blaster.
What the hells happened to me I've become a disaster.
Spiral goes both ways but down is so much faster.
Under my own spell oblivious that I'm the caster.
Adept at insanity soon I'll be a master.
Pressing all the buttons just to see what they do.
While everyone looks at me like I'm missing a screw.
Used to the distortion then blinded by the view.
Chasing down illusions finding none to pursue.
Perhaps I shouldn't listen then act like that I knew. ...
#identity
128 reads
3 Comments
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