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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 9:07pm
13th Mar 2013 9:07pm
A dying art
I regarded Sun as she pulled on
her cloak of blue, grieving tangerine.
The bloodstained tears she shed
soaked morning horizons miserable.
Oh darling, the air tasted bitter
with defeat when I buried you.
I let our ghosts collect themselves,
strengthening their spinal chords.
I serenaded you into peace with marine
funeral melodies, following tradition.
Huddles of ancestral corpses sobbed
saltiness onto my wounds.
I can heal, I promise.
I promised.
I stumbled away with night at my back,
he handed me a tissue every now...
her cloak of blue, grieving tangerine.
The bloodstained tears she shed
soaked morning horizons miserable.
Oh darling, the air tasted bitter
with defeat when I buried you.
I let our ghosts collect themselves,
strengthening their spinal chords.
I serenaded you into peace with marine
funeral melodies, following tradition.
Huddles of ancestral corpses sobbed
saltiness onto my wounds.
I can heal, I promise.
I promised.
I stumbled away with night at my back,
he handed me a tissue every now...
941 reads
22 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 7:08am
12th Mar 2013 7:08am
Cosmic wanderer
Orbiting in the midst of diverse constellations,
I discuss gravitational politics with Sirius.
Luminosity ratings are sky-rocketing
whilst black holes stretch out leisurely,
murmuring with catastrophic smiles
"Time is running out"
Wherever has the notion of celestial bliss abscond too,
as supernovas radiate the vast lacrimosa of heaven.
Black velvet skies once offered clemency,
but it seems dear Asteria has deemed penance,
and farther time forewarns of pendulum cracks.
Ghost stars take...
I discuss gravitational politics with Sirius.
Luminosity ratings are sky-rocketing
whilst black holes stretch out leisurely,
murmuring with catastrophic smiles
"Time is running out"
Wherever has the notion of celestial bliss abscond too,
as supernovas radiate the vast lacrimosa of heaven.
Black velvet skies once offered clemency,
but it seems dear Asteria has deemed penance,
and farther time forewarns of pendulum cracks.
Ghost stars take...
873 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 7:43pm
10th Mar 2013 7:43pm
Escaping the forgotten
Sometimes I can't escape the forgotten.
Their screams splitting my progress
startled cavernous and keening.
The moon heeds their footsteps;
his darker faces mystical,
and grin slanted dynamite
with a fire growing steadily
in his intentions.
Crying wolf into secluded silences,
their voices echo until sound
waves roll back into the shore
of their harboring mouths.
Nobody ever has enough life to listen,
the wolf blithely devouring them all.
I live...
Their screams splitting my progress
startled cavernous and keening.
The moon heeds their footsteps;
his darker faces mystical,
and grin slanted dynamite
with a fire growing steadily
in his intentions.
Crying wolf into secluded silences,
their voices echo until sound
waves roll back into the shore
of their harboring mouths.
Nobody ever has enough life to listen,
the wolf blithely devouring them all.
I live...
989 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 6:56pm
6th Mar 2013 6:56pm
Crossroad battles
Force fields are patched up with
emotions loitering spare,
characteristically water proof.
My rifle stares, dead eyes sombre;
whilst the tongue lies in wait,
fervently filing its tip.
The show down between myself and
the crossroad kindles alight with dusk.
Willowy wisps snatch at my senses,
attempting to nullify them jaded.
Puppets are always easier to
handle when drained pliant,
crossroads thrusting obligation
upon their chosen victims.
...
emotions loitering spare,
characteristically water proof.
My rifle stares, dead eyes sombre;
whilst the tongue lies in wait,
fervently filing its tip.
The show down between myself and
the crossroad kindles alight with dusk.
Willowy wisps snatch at my senses,
attempting to nullify them jaded.
Puppets are always easier to
handle when drained pliant,
crossroads thrusting obligation
upon their chosen victims.
...
933 reads
25 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 10:15pm
4th Mar 2013 10:15pm
Sacrifice
Clouds cruising impassive wrap
waxen arms around us motherly.
Eavesdropping with avid ears,
Agent Cloud98 relays important
information from humanity to
the atmosphere control agency.
Secrets are guarded merciless.
United minds catapult at 200mph,
combined we weave tangles of
hypotheses into Celtic knots.
Seeking for tell-tell traces
of spiritual fulfillment.
The final conclusion stabs
a steady violet finger
to sacrifice.
Endowing my life to western winds,
my other...
waxen arms around us motherly.
Eavesdropping with avid ears,
Agent Cloud98 relays important
information from humanity to
the atmosphere control agency.
Secrets are guarded merciless.
United minds catapult at 200mph,
combined we weave tangles of
hypotheses into Celtic knots.
Seeking for tell-tell traces
of spiritual fulfillment.
The final conclusion stabs
a steady violet finger
to sacrifice.
Endowing my life to western winds,
my other...
732 reads
18 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 6:22pm
3rd Mar 2013 6:22pm
Unravelling mortality
The strangers and I will prevail,
with deviant heartbeats caving inwards.
We unravel secluded seams of mortality,
mauling the remaining frayed edges of sanity
with impatience evolving imperious.
You would've loved it here tonight.
I stained the stars glassy for you,
their fiery eyelashes blink away tears
in synchronization with mine.
Colours seep out of hiding carefully,
palpable and pulsing in my palm,
coursing through crevasses
and valleys undiscovered.
...
with deviant heartbeats caving inwards.
We unravel secluded seams of mortality,
mauling the remaining frayed edges of sanity
with impatience evolving imperious.
You would've loved it here tonight.
I stained the stars glassy for you,
their fiery eyelashes blink away tears
in synchronization with mine.
Colours seep out of hiding carefully,
palpable and pulsing in my palm,
coursing through crevasses
and valleys undiscovered.
...
1077 reads
26 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 8:22pm
1st Mar 2013 8:22pm
The highest bidder
Heaven went up for auction today.
All inhabitants nursed dejection
in the heart of their rib cages;
hastily shedding wings into
the bins provided-thank you.
Satan proudly persists as the
highest bidder, poised scarlet beside
eagle-eyed Gods consumed with fight.
Lightning bolts singe the air,
tsunamis anchored into their hands;
but you mustn't play with fire.
Impatient sparks nip at Time,
chasing down the seconds.
Cupid offers final chances,
"Going once, going twice".
The hammer impacts the...
All inhabitants nursed dejection
in the heart of their rib cages;
hastily shedding wings into
the bins provided-thank you.
Satan proudly persists as the
highest bidder, poised scarlet beside
eagle-eyed Gods consumed with fight.
Lightning bolts singe the air,
tsunamis anchored into their hands;
but you mustn't play with fire.
Impatient sparks nip at Time,
chasing down the seconds.
Cupid offers final chances,
"Going once, going twice".
The hammer impacts the...
852 reads
30 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 9:15pm
28th Feb 2013 9:15pm
Gasoline Skies
Gasoline skies contemplate suicide,
heaving out cigarette smoke figures
which fight the battles he never could.
Thinking in his matchstick castle,
formed by waning silvery wisps of
shooting star trails,
the first decision is made.
Helios slumps beside him,
vacantly hunting truth with
all intentions of man slaughter.
The sun sank into depression;
shipwrecked with muted gold ruins,
extinguished by guilt.
Mourning pulls a few strings,
and a decision is made.
A sun regenerated unfurls itself
over the expanse of...
heaving out cigarette smoke figures
which fight the battles he never could.
Thinking in his matchstick castle,
formed by waning silvery wisps of
shooting star trails,
the first decision is made.
Helios slumps beside him,
vacantly hunting truth with
all intentions of man slaughter.
The sun sank into depression;
shipwrecked with muted gold ruins,
extinguished by guilt.
Mourning pulls a few strings,
and a decision is made.
A sun regenerated unfurls itself
over the expanse of...
1172 reads
26 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 6:44pm
25th Feb 2013 6:44pm
Introvert
I flicked the switch,
sweeping aside iron curtains;
skulls held captive in the Bronze Age
swiveled towards intrinsic minds.
Mouth sealed silent opened wide
to release guarded thoughts
kindled wild.
Armies of the defiant storm forward,
compassion lacking as a afterthought.
Introverted tides order for their
white horses to retreat,
foaming at the mouth.
Turbulent voices claim land,
without a first or second thought.
I plead equality on the side lines,
yet the air doesn't seem to
accept my sound...
sweeping aside iron curtains;
skulls held captive in the Bronze Age
swiveled towards intrinsic minds.
Mouth sealed silent opened wide
to release guarded thoughts
kindled wild.
Armies of the defiant storm forward,
compassion lacking as a afterthought.
Introverted tides order for their
white horses to retreat,
foaming at the mouth.
Turbulent voices claim land,
without a first or second thought.
I plead equality on the side lines,
yet the air doesn't seem to
accept my sound...
952 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 8:49pm
19th Feb 2013 8:49pm
Luminosity masquerade.
Daybreak glides into place
with a ceramic clink,
indicating for prehistoric
cogs to rotate.
Black is swept away with
impatient tides of blue,
forced into practiced hiding.
She dissipates into colour,
infusing my vision bleak.
White coat strangers
insist on their help
with pristine kindness.
Attempting to wash away
the doleful with dove
waxen walls.
Though as Black swoops raven
into her allotted place,
luminosity slips a homemade
mask over my eyes.
I whirl...
with a ceramic clink,
indicating for prehistoric
cogs to rotate.
Black is swept away with
impatient tides of blue,
forced into practiced hiding.
She dissipates into colour,
infusing my vision bleak.
White coat strangers
insist on their help
with pristine kindness.
Attempting to wash away
the doleful with dove
waxen walls.
Though as Black swoops raven
into her allotted place,
luminosity slips a homemade
mask over my eyes.
I whirl...
795 reads
14 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 8:41pm
17th Feb 2013 8:41pm
The ghosts and I
The ghosts and I huddle in moonbeams,
discussing ethereal shifts in spirit.
They inquire after how I am,
inspecting my soul for trauma.
"I'm alive" is stated once,
twice, then thrice.
Always and only when darkness
settles deathly, do the ghosts arrive;
consciousness committing suicide
in order to channel there.
Lucid hands betray crystalline grief,
and yet I've never felt so much at home.
Icicles suspended on spineless words,
cause one casualty every breath.
The ice age massacre has begun.
discussing ethereal shifts in spirit.
They inquire after how I am,
inspecting my soul for trauma.
"I'm alive" is stated once,
twice, then thrice.
Always and only when darkness
settles deathly, do the ghosts arrive;
consciousness committing suicide
in order to channel there.
Lucid hands betray crystalline grief,
and yet I've never felt so much at home.
Icicles suspended on spineless words,
cause one casualty every breath.
The ice age massacre has begun.
708 reads
22 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 8:46am
16th Feb 2013 8:46am
‘How to save a life’
Nations beg into the bookstore,
scouring shelves; hearts convulsing
to disjointed rhythms of urgency.
‘How to save a life’ is sold out vacant,
signalling the cue for ragged keens
which resonate off the walls.
I can hear time slipping down
the clock, escaped savage;
systematic order readily
discarded someplace forgotten.
Memory Lane struggles underneath
the weeds that pin her down hopeless,
whilst Melancholy Avenue prides
itself in being endlessly
popular with the locals.
Sitting vertical on the visitors chair,...
scouring shelves; hearts convulsing
to disjointed rhythms of urgency.
‘How to save a life’ is sold out vacant,
signalling the cue for ragged keens
which resonate off the walls.
I can hear time slipping down
the clock, escaped savage;
systematic order readily
discarded someplace forgotten.
Memory Lane struggles underneath
the weeds that pin her down hopeless,
whilst Melancholy Avenue prides
itself in being endlessly
popular with the locals.
Sitting vertical on the visitors chair,...
698 reads
15 Comments
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