Submissions by StaticEyes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just an old soul in a young body, sitting back, taking it all in as i go. A Music Lover, a Thinker, and a Writer. A man of few spoken words with a passion for rhyme and Freeverse alike. An enigma, niether here 'nor there, but, stuck somewhere in-between..
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 11:09pm
7th Aug 2021 11:09pm
A Somber Judgement
As evening seers the cobalt sky,
old memoirs woken, testify,
an aging dream once put to rest
replays where faces manifest.
Its there shes forced to watch her play,
where hopscotch hopes become dismay
A child's glea and clumsy grace
explore the chalkline's cold embrace.
long hours dance upon the clock
as midnight strikes an aftershock,
cold silence grasping whimpered gasps
like wallets mourning broken clasps.
And somewhere 'neath the somber stroke
her arms embrace what fate revoked,
the innocence of...
old memoirs woken, testify,
an aging dream once put to rest
replays where faces manifest.
Its there shes forced to watch her play,
where hopscotch hopes become dismay
A child's glea and clumsy grace
explore the chalkline's cold embrace.
long hours dance upon the clock
as midnight strikes an aftershock,
cold silence grasping whimpered gasps
like wallets mourning broken clasps.
And somewhere 'neath the somber stroke
her arms embrace what fate revoked,
the innocence of...
#childhood
#aging
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#choices
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 7:00pm
7th Aug 2021 7:00pm
Staring Her Down
I.
The darkness rants,
relentlessly,
It's vapid voice, but visage.
An echo of vitriol
resounding 'till nothings left
and the vestiges of hope
disolve 'mid dying dreams.
II.
I've met her empty glare,
digested those static hued eyes
entombed behind the guise
of ev'ry empty screen
denied it's right to glow
and...
The darkness rants,
relentlessly,
It's vapid voice, but visage.
An echo of vitriol
resounding 'till nothings left
and the vestiges of hope
disolve 'mid dying dreams.
II.
I've met her empty glare,
digested those static hued eyes
entombed behind the guise
of ev'ry empty screen
denied it's right to glow
and...
#anxiety
#dark
#despair #fear
#despair #fear
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 2:55pm
7th Aug 2021 2:55pm
Sustenance
The streets were bare that foggy eve
And darkness held domain.
Aurora's warmth had taken leave
Before the coming rain
And nothing stirred upon the tar
Or midst the alleyways
Where evil lurked with repertoire
Concealed within the haze.
He smelt the iron 'pon the air
Amidst her perfumed scent
As footsteps fell, so unaware
That darkness hid intent
And waited midst the ebon night,
A thirst upon his tongue
Until her form embraced his sight
The moment evil sprung
The shadows watched as crimson flowed ...
And darkness held domain.
Aurora's warmth had taken leave
Before the coming rain
And nothing stirred upon the tar
Or midst the alleyways
Where evil lurked with repertoire
Concealed within the haze.
He smelt the iron 'pon the air
Amidst her perfumed scent
As footsteps fell, so unaware
That darkness hid intent
And waited midst the ebon night,
A thirst upon his tongue
Until her form embraced his sight
The moment evil sprung
The shadows watched as crimson flowed ...
#vampires
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 5:26am
7th Aug 2021 5:26am
Inner Truth Became Dismay (Villanelle)
He saw his soul just fade away
beneath his quilt of woven lies
as inner truth became dismay.
Amid the blinding shades of grey
enraged like hate in loathsome eyes,
he watched his essence fade away.
His conscious yearned to join the frey
and strip the mind of kind disguise
as inner truth became dismay.
The truth abandoned light of day
as stunted morals agonize.
He watched his essence fade away.
He bowed his head to deftly pray.
His pain was playing lullabies
as inner truth became dismay.
He...
beneath his quilt of woven lies
as inner truth became dismay.
Amid the blinding shades of grey
enraged like hate in loathsome eyes,
he watched his essence fade away.
His conscious yearned to join the frey
and strip the mind of kind disguise
as inner truth became dismay.
The truth abandoned light of day
as stunted morals agonize.
He watched his essence fade away.
He bowed his head to deftly pray.
His pain was playing lullabies
as inner truth became dismay.
He...
#regret
#dark
#shame #emptiness
#shame #emptiness
323 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 3:18am
7th Aug 2021 3:18am
Resurrection
I watched as ink thrashed
beneath paper eyes,
raged like rapids ripping
'midst her reservoirs release,
Fathomless yearning
frothed
between echoless lines
in forgotten vignettes
where metaphors waltz wounds
across eternity.
My frayed strings
moan forlorn notes
between morbid chasms,
as lackluster lips limp
over rusted words,
eloquent verses etched
beneath lonely quests,
devoid spoken warmth.
As my trembling voice
meets her muted words,
subconscious prays within,
asking...
beneath paper eyes,
raged like rapids ripping
'midst her reservoirs release,
Fathomless yearning
frothed
between echoless lines
in forgotten vignettes
where metaphors waltz wounds
across eternity.
My frayed strings
moan forlorn notes
between morbid chasms,
as lackluster lips limp
over rusted words,
eloquent verses etched
beneath lonely quests,
devoid spoken warmth.
As my trembling voice
meets her muted words,
subconscious prays within,
asking...
#love
#inspirational
#redemption
#admiration
#emotions
290 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 9:24pm
6th Aug 2021 9:24pm
The Ballad of Amelia Rose
Twas far from home where bullets fly
and echo 'mid the night
when chance inscribed a lover's sky
above the dour blight.
Her peace had found me wanting more,
remembering the throes.
A window past this horrid war,
My sweet Amelia Rose.
She'd said her heart would bear my name,
inscribed in permanence
as gifted grace set mine aflame
with brilliant radiance.
Her silhouette in stunning guise
from head to dainty toes,
displayed beneath my shuttered eyes,
My sweet Amelia Rose.
Twas dark as night the day they...
and echo 'mid the night
when chance inscribed a lover's sky
above the dour blight.
Her peace had found me wanting more,
remembering the throes.
A window past this horrid war,
My sweet Amelia Rose.
She'd said her heart would bear my name,
inscribed in permanence
as gifted grace set mine aflame
with brilliant radiance.
Her silhouette in stunning guise
from head to dainty toes,
displayed beneath my shuttered eyes,
My sweet Amelia Rose.
Twas dark as night the day they...
#anger
#heartbroken
#conflict
#IMissYou
#separation
387 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 4:20pm
6th Aug 2021 4:20pm
Rotting Oaks
She's grown to know the coldest day
is colder still, inside
for "midst this home, a castaway
was once a lovely bride,
and somewhere 'neath his "bottled" rage
there'd been a loving man
and now her love cannot assuage
the flood his thirst began.
Its damp there 'mid the mossy oaks,
their softness, dead and cold,
and yet they pale amid the hoax
her hardened heart now holds.
Where once they shared in laughter's joy
she takes in nature's grief,
how things devine can oft destroy
...
is colder still, inside
for "midst this home, a castaway
was once a lovely bride,
and somewhere 'neath his "bottled" rage
there'd been a loving man
and now her love cannot assuage
the flood his thirst began.
Its damp there 'mid the mossy oaks,
their softness, dead and cold,
and yet they pale amid the hoax
her hardened heart now holds.
Where once they shared in laughter's joy
she takes in nature's grief,
how things devine can oft destroy
...
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal #DomesticViolence
#betrayal #DomesticViolence
314 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 12:33pm
6th Aug 2021 12:33pm
Holding My Breath
I fall asleep at night
with one white-knuckled hand
clenched around
my last vapid breath.
Indellable, yet frail
amid my callused grip,
It challenges my resolve.
The premonition winds
begin to seep and thread
like stitches 'mid the wound.
A gelid cough I've buried deep
just to watch it rise
like fog above the river styx
as calming waters crave
the folly of human touch.
A choked back hack
I've swallowed whole
to honour stubborn pride,
but, know
I feel the searing burn
between the...
with one white-knuckled hand
clenched around
my last vapid breath.
Indellable, yet frail
amid my callused grip,
It challenges my resolve.
The premonition winds
begin to seep and thread
like stitches 'mid the wound.
A gelid cough I've buried deep
just to watch it rise
like fog above the river styx
as calming waters crave
the folly of human touch.
A choked back hack
I've swallowed whole
to honour stubborn pride,
but, know
I feel the searing burn
between the...
#sadness
#anxiety
#hate #loneliness
#hate #loneliness
336 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 4:19am
6th Aug 2021 4:19am
Aftershocks of Midnight
An eerie chime enrages thought
behind his placid eyes.
Its echoes chase the peace he sought
in morbid compromise
like phantom forms of finer things
finessing gelid tears,
a viperine hiss of whisperings
the silence overhears.
He's heard them there, bereft the hues
they'd carried through the years,
a dingy photo rendez-vous'
with rotting souvenirs.
The soundless laughs from evening mists
as silhouettes emerge,
a telling sign that hell exists
where old regrets converge.
His questions circle num'raled...
behind his placid eyes.
Its echoes chase the peace he sought
in morbid compromise
like phantom forms of finer things
finessing gelid tears,
a viperine hiss of whisperings
the silence overhears.
He's heard them there, bereft the hues
they'd carried through the years,
a dingy photo rendez-vous'
with rotting souvenirs.
The soundless laughs from evening mists
as silhouettes emerge,
a telling sign that hell exists
where old regrets converge.
His questions circle num'raled...
#sadness
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
258 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 2:41am
6th Aug 2021 2:41am
Of Beasts and Men
Avaunt ye soldiers decked in death,
be gone with ghastly shibboleth.
Retract your taloned fingertips
from rifts you ripped in manuscripts.
Retreat you feinds where chaos waits,
your hallowed shriek reverberates.
Just bite your tongue, enjoy the taste,
ignore thy grinning hatchet-face.
Let blood enslave the devil's eyes
and drip where cinders cauterize,
the crimson ink engraving hate
where blackened pages crepitate.
Unholy poets penning poems,
emotionless in monochromes
and 'mid those lines of blasphemy,
the...
be gone with ghastly shibboleth.
Retract your taloned fingertips
from rifts you ripped in manuscripts.
Retreat you feinds where chaos waits,
your hallowed shriek reverberates.
Just bite your tongue, enjoy the taste,
ignore thy grinning hatchet-face.
Let blood enslave the devil's eyes
and drip where cinders cauterize,
the crimson ink engraving hate
where blackened pages crepitate.
Unholy poets penning poems,
emotionless in monochromes
and 'mid those lines of blasphemy,
the...
#regret
#fate
#hell
#despair
#karma
295 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 8:10pm
5th Aug 2021 8:10pm
Writer's Block
Your time-worn letters
loath their dove-tailed dreams,
sputtering lead dusted oaths
as filed vows seep
through half forgotten drawers.
Cold oak bleeds the wraith of warmth
where gossomer veils plummet
from curtainous cracks,
courting listless cigarette smoke
as reflections stroke the littered ash
of another smiling frame.
Dry quills draw ink from emptied wells
etching foetid ghosts
where thirsty lines sip stagnant memoirs
from the chipped edge
of another lifetime's broken chalice.
...
loath their dove-tailed dreams,
sputtering lead dusted oaths
as filed vows seep
through half forgotten drawers.
Cold oak bleeds the wraith of warmth
where gossomer veils plummet
from curtainous cracks,
courting listless cigarette smoke
as reflections stroke the littered ash
of another smiling frame.
Dry quills draw ink from emptied wells
etching foetid ghosts
where thirsty lines sip stagnant memoirs
from the chipped edge
of another lifetime's broken chalice.
...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
343 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 6:40pm
5th Aug 2021 6:40pm
Blind Mentalities
His peevish eyes were gliding lines,
bereft the meaning due
So closed of mind, he misdefines,
opinions thick as glue
and somewhere 'mid a biased glean,
between his jaded quips,
the meanings there are left unseen
like blackened manuscripts.
His tattered diction speaks of shade
upon neglected words
where meanings penned are misconveyed
as points are massacred
and 'mid his mind, beneath the bone,
a barren land is born,
an ebon place he walks alone
as understanding mourns.
His boredom curbed by hateful...
bereft the meaning due
So closed of mind, he misdefines,
opinions thick as glue
and somewhere 'mid a biased glean,
between his jaded quips,
the meanings there are left unseen
like blackened manuscripts.
His tattered diction speaks of shade
upon neglected words
where meanings penned are misconveyed
as points are massacred
and 'mid his mind, beneath the bone,
a barren land is born,
an ebon place he walks alone
as understanding mourns.
His boredom curbed by hateful...
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
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