Submissions by Sandman68
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I live in and out of Dreams, careful to heed their warnings and interpret their symbolisms. I write from ideas uncovered there, people and beasts met there and situations never meant to be real in our sad reality.
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jun 2018 7:26am
21st Jun 2018 7:26am
What I Thought I Wanted
The monolith turned slowly in the fading gloom
The grinding of stone on stone
like the despair of my every need unfulfilled
A jagged arc of neon blue lightning
ripped from a small hole ten feet up it's base
I froze with fear as the gradual rotation paused
A high pitched whistle suddenly accompanied
the crackling electricity and my ears exploded
as I dropped hemorrhaging to my knees
The pillar of rock stopped before me
it's static stream cascading violently down over me
the heat setting my body alight in blue flame
...
The grinding of stone on stone
like the despair of my every need unfulfilled
A jagged arc of neon blue lightning
ripped from a small hole ten feet up it's base
I froze with fear as the gradual rotation paused
A high pitched whistle suddenly accompanied
the crackling electricity and my ears exploded
as I dropped hemorrhaging to my knees
The pillar of rock stopped before me
it's static stream cascading violently down over me
the heat setting my body alight in blue flame
...
#universe
#despair
#emptiness
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
21st Jun 2018 7:19am
21st Jun 2018 7:19am
Unworthy
The Path Through Black Trees
leads to a quiet stone dais
You lay still there and wait
for the spirit voices
Sometimes they accept you
and you become one of them
Your pain ended
Your lonliness gone
The Path becomes
one Black Tree longer
The wind becomes
one whisper stronger
Sometimes you are rejected
and sent back to walk the earth
To live, learn and love longer
To suffer through your sorrow
to discover what the heart of it is
The journey isn't...
leads to a quiet stone dais
You lay still there and wait
for the spirit voices
Sometimes they accept you
and you become one of them
Your pain ended
Your lonliness gone
The Path becomes
one Black Tree longer
The wind becomes
one whisper stronger
Sometimes you are rejected
and sent back to walk the earth
To live, learn and love longer
To suffer through your sorrow
to discover what the heart of it is
The journey isn't...
#hope
#rejection
#emptiness
550 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2018 5:54am
30th May 2018 5:54am
Too Late
If I never said goodbye
would you think I loved you less?
Once I was forever gone
would you have anything you'd
wished to have said to me?
Might you regret some things
you did say in moments of anger?
Had you warning, how would of
our last conversation played out?
I suspect you would ask that one
question you were never quite
brave enough to dare
would you think I loved you less?
Once I was forever gone
would you have anything you'd
wished to have said to me?
Might you regret some things
you did say in moments of anger?
Had you warning, how would of
our last conversation played out?
I suspect you would ask that one
question you were never quite
brave enough to dare
#ImSorry
#escape
#emptiness
544 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2018 9:28pm
29th May 2018 9:28pm
Unliving
In numb reflective moments
I search for signs that I am
not already dead
My existence is a dull
repetitive pattern that
many might consider Hell
or perhaps Purgatory at best
There is not a single spark
of happiness in my life
There is no hope or
expectation for a better future
There is just this shuffling
routine left to force me
to ponder the extent to which
I might still actually live
The pain, sorrow and anger
are reasons enough to
convince me I still number
among the living ...
I search for signs that I am
not already dead
My existence is a dull
repetitive pattern that
many might consider Hell
or perhaps Purgatory at best
There is not a single spark
of happiness in my life
There is no hope or
expectation for a better future
There is just this shuffling
routine left to force me
to ponder the extent to which
I might still actually live
The pain, sorrow and anger
are reasons enough to
convince me I still number
among the living ...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
650 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2018 3:59am
29th May 2018 3:59am
Welcome Home
Living in a fog filled world
the shadows move slowly
unbound by masters
who would create them
Here the drug induced haze
befriends the weary mind
having no reason to doubt
simple impossibilities
Of all the things that can
be conquered or ran from
Time is of neither
I wish I had something
to offer but I'm afraid
all I could contribute
to your life is the
poison of mine
Your fear and confusion
have no place to be here
so usher them away so
we might force open
your...
the shadows move slowly
unbound by masters
who would create them
Here the drug induced haze
befriends the weary mind
having no reason to doubt
simple impossibilities
Of all the things that can
be conquered or ran from
Time is of neither
I wish I had something
to offer but I'm afraid
all I could contribute
to your life is the
poison of mine
Your fear and confusion
have no place to be here
so usher them away so
we might force open
your...
#nightmares
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2018 1:04am
29th May 2018 1:04am
Restless
The sun comes back up
to taunt me another day has come
More time continues in my
sleepless suffering
We among the insomniac masses
dread the beginning of a new day
The perils ahead of the half awake
The lack of release to dreams
so the mind can shut down
completely and the body can heal
Fuck you, fireball in the sky
The moon is way cooler
and holds better promise
for allowance of the one
thing we pray for most...
cover of darkness and
the chance to slip away
into nocturnal slumber
to taunt me another day has come
More time continues in my
sleepless suffering
We among the insomniac masses
dread the beginning of a new day
The perils ahead of the half awake
The lack of release to dreams
so the mind can shut down
completely and the body can heal
Fuck you, fireball in the sky
The moon is way cooler
and holds better promise
for allowance of the one
thing we pray for most...
cover of darkness and
the chance to slip away
into nocturnal slumber
#night
#insomnia
#frustration
607 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2018 7:55am
28th May 2018 7:55am
Written Out
In the deep night
I have the urge to write
goodbye letters
In sleepless despair
I long to compose
farewells that would
see me off to my
final slumber
if only that begged-for
release would take me
Those ascribed missives
would lead the wise
to my silent body
escaped from pain
and mental anguish
None to be surprised
but some to be saddened
Inked apologies & memories
left behind like cooling flesh
The final works of a
lonely artist
I have the urge to write
goodbye letters
In sleepless despair
I long to compose
farewells that would
see me off to my
final slumber
if only that begged-for
release would take me
Those ascribed missives
would lead the wise
to my silent body
escaped from pain
and mental anguish
None to be surprised
but some to be saddened
Inked apologies & memories
left behind like cooling flesh
The final works of a
lonely artist
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
628 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2018 5:54am
27th May 2018 5:54am
Lament
Life path once meant to be
Carefully crafted by fate
Decisions and characters aligned
Selfish schism fissures
Alternate universe diverts
All affected in negative directions
I am the cast off anomaly
hearing the timestream lament
it's lost intention
A mother's burning tears
for what was never meant to be
Carefully crafted by fate
Decisions and characters aligned
Selfish schism fissures
Alternate universe diverts
All affected in negative directions
I am the cast off anomaly
hearing the timestream lament
it's lost intention
A mother's burning tears
for what was never meant to be
#loneliness
#emptiness
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6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2018 5:50am
27th May 2018 5:50am
Kid Years
Easter is coming", the cat reminds me.
I stare at him quietly.
"It no longer means anything to me",
I reply to him, "since the kids have gone."
It occurs to me I marked time so closely
related to holidays, birthdays and events
that meant something to my children.
In their absence time slowly rolls on,
those days leaving only reflections
of a less lonely life
I stare at him quietly.
"It no longer means anything to me",
I reply to him, "since the kids have gone."
It occurs to me I marked time so closely
related to holidays, birthdays and events
that meant something to my children.
In their absence time slowly rolls on,
those days leaving only reflections
of a less lonely life
#aging
#nostalgia
596 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2018 3:51am
24th May 2018 3:51am
Fighting in Silence
My depression keeps
knocking on the door
as I try my hardest
not to answer
But truth be told,
even knowing the
danger it entails,
there is something
comforting in the
promise of it's
familiarity
Too far gone to be saved,
your words of
encouragement
are like throwing
lit candles into the sea
However, if you're not real
please don't tell me
because I need you right now
knocking on the door
as I try my hardest
not to answer
But truth be told,
even knowing the
danger it entails,
there is something
comforting in the
promise of it's
familiarity
Too far gone to be saved,
your words of
encouragement
are like throwing
lit candles into the sea
However, if you're not real
please don't tell me
because I need you right now
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
582 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2018 3:47am
24th May 2018 3:47am
The Life
Your room is coated desolation
It is there you will live a half-lit world
of muted noises and faded colors
It is there you are condemned
to eat only the blandest nutrients,
clothed only in a dirty towel
No reflective surfaces will display
your countless indignities
The only sounds to find your ears
will be the grinding of metal,
incessant wailing of crying children
and violent nearby vomiting
Your floors and walls to be shared
by several species of hungry insects
Your period of detention will...
It is there you will live a half-lit world
of muted noises and faded colors
It is there you are condemned
to eat only the blandest nutrients,
clothed only in a dirty towel
No reflective surfaces will display
your countless indignities
The only sounds to find your ears
will be the grinding of metal,
incessant wailing of crying children
and violent nearby vomiting
Your floors and walls to be shared
by several species of hungry insects
Your period of detention will...
#fate
#aging
#MovingOn
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2018 3:34am
23rd May 2018 3:34am
Broken Origins
Never a kind hand,
your contact knew
only pain
Your unending
Frustration
Your enduring
Superiority
Your ultimate
Masculinity
But I grew one day
to challenge
knocking you down
then frozen
until you choked
me almost to death
Only my pride died
until I tried next
I then fled into dreams
killing you nightly
screaming soundlessly
Now in your old
broken body
I should destroy you
but better still
to leave you
with two children
you will never...
your contact knew
only pain
Your unending
Frustration
Your enduring
Superiority
Your ultimate
Masculinity
But I grew one day
to challenge
knocking you down
then frozen
until you choked
me almost to death
Only my pride died
until I tried next
I then fled into dreams
killing you nightly
screaming soundlessly
Now in your old
broken body
I should destroy you
but better still
to leave you
with two children
you will never...
#childhood
#memories
756 reads
6 Comments
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