Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
Forty Four Words of Vital Statistics
Arithmetic of their resuscitated hearts
Extract roots of serpentine secrecy,
Multiplies her lover’s passion
Ethylene twilight divides flame into bone,
For everything sacred has been written
When water loses her noise
Cortege of caves crumble,
We will say only this -
We survived to love
Extract roots of serpentine secrecy,
Multiplies her lover’s passion
Ethylene twilight divides flame into bone,
For everything sacred has been written
When water loses her noise
Cortege of caves crumble,
We will say only this -
We survived to love
#identity
#LifeCycle
213 reads
11 Comments
Rearranging Spaces
In the way dreams enter a sleeping mind
Street’ed sinews string heels of lonely walkers,
I woke in the dark and came to find you
What would be the taste of this room if I were gone?
Distilled Armani permeates wardrobe grave
Gangrene of love amputated on vellum bed
Nicotine waifs, orphan ex(h)altions p(s)alm walls,
A ceiling shower wouldn’t dampen the carpet
Will the strangers who fuck in my haunted spaces
Handrail the walls, finger the oaken door hinges,
Left slightly open to stained absence of passion, lived?
He who...
Street’ed sinews string heels of lonely walkers,
I woke in the dark and came to find you
What would be the taste of this room if I were gone?
Distilled Armani permeates wardrobe grave
Gangrene of love amputated on vellum bed
Nicotine waifs, orphan ex(h)altions p(s)alm walls,
A ceiling shower wouldn’t dampen the carpet
Will the strangers who fuck in my haunted spaces
Handrail the walls, finger the oaken door hinges,
Left slightly open to stained absence of passion, lived?
He who...
#romantic
#LifeCycle
240 reads
11 Comments
A Complete History of Feral Yearning, Parts 17 to 52
#unicorns
160 reads
9 Comments
Dear Ted Bundy, Will You Marry Me?
Brewed by barbiturate broken promise,
Barbie Girl’s brooding mascara
Massacred Ken’s American Dream
Dearest Ted
Take me into the night with you
Curl my flames into darker corners
Wed my smashed skull to your altar
Place diamond ring on broken finger
Sedated by Jocks’ disapproving brows
Only team she cheered were the maladjusted,
Blooded-cleaver hacked youth’s blossoming cleavage
Until she was ready for the electric chair
Dearest Ted
In the small hours, upon command of your rain
I will desecrate my flesh...
Barbie Girl’s brooding mascara
Massacred Ken’s American Dream
Dearest Ted
Take me into the night with you
Curl my flames into darker corners
Wed my smashed skull to your altar
Place diamond ring on broken finger
Sedated by Jocks’ disapproving brows
Only team she cheered were the maladjusted,
Blooded-cleaver hacked youth’s blossoming cleavage
Until she was ready for the electric chair
Dearest Ted
In the small hours, upon command of your rain
I will desecrate my flesh...
#unicorns
182 reads
15 Comments
Arches of Spines
Arched
As a lung breathing for all her birds
Boughed are the branches on Mercy Boulevards
Quill of arrows tourniquet the past,
Feel like a whore when you’re bleeding
Fear of trespassers,
All flowers bend towards the sun
Withered in the great unwashed
Fate, tempted,
The jet streams urgently screech
History does not wait.
Tempted to create fate
We spy with our little eyes
Something beginning with poem,
Is God really fucking with us
When invitations to sonnets
Are scrawled on cigarette...
As a lung breathing for all her birds
Boughed are the branches on Mercy Boulevards
Quill of arrows tourniquet the past,
Feel like a whore when you’re bleeding
Fear of trespassers,
All flowers bend towards the sun
Withered in the great unwashed
Fate, tempted,
The jet streams urgently screech
History does not wait.
Tempted to create fate
We spy with our little eyes
Something beginning with poem,
Is God really fucking with us
When invitations to sonnets
Are scrawled on cigarette...
#romantic
#LifeCycle
220 reads
4 Comments
marw ar ei ben ei hun
Bore dda, canol nos,
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid….
2,000 years of history tells its own story. Not being deliberately obtuse;...
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid….
2,000 years of history tells its own story. Not being deliberately obtuse;...
#love
#kindness
191 reads
A Different Kind of Death
Vased memories beside Mountain path
Leads to derelict house in a Pembroke river,
Dirt red roads measure the Valleys in
Stanzas of graves awaiting final ellipsis.
Paraffin poetry fuels his muse into creation.
She arrives in the last snow of spring,
Strands of air-coloured silk stirrup
Femail to his oaken and carved heart.
She catches consonants from his throat
Webs stories to skins of burnt diamonds,
Wears them as jewels over her wounds.
Her summit collapses down to his lakes,
Chalice of cigarettes, alcohol and charms for...
Leads to derelict house in a Pembroke river,
Dirt red roads measure the Valleys in
Stanzas of graves awaiting final ellipsis.
Paraffin poetry fuels his muse into creation.
She arrives in the last snow of spring,
Strands of air-coloured silk stirrup
Femail to his oaken and carved heart.
She catches consonants from his throat
Webs stories to skins of burnt diamonds,
Wears them as jewels over her wounds.
Her summit collapses down to his lakes,
Chalice of cigarettes, alcohol and charms for...
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle #redemption
#LifeCycle #redemption
275 reads
25 Comments
Sunrise, We'll Go Down Together
Water rail of the first high tide
Holds dreams to urgency of morning,
Bluest sirens serenade Hospitals
Birthing certificates of sad news
The sea is calm today.
Wraps her secrets like a sniper folds
Fired bullets into torn negligee
Succulent is the taste of anticipation
Wet are the waves between thighs,
Castles were built by tender/rough hands
Arrow mortars lay bricks across village’d lands
Night time hustlers are still bedded
Awaiting emotional air raids to blitz their days.
Hold still in sacred...
Holds dreams to urgency of morning,
Bluest sirens serenade Hospitals
Birthing certificates of sad news
The sea is calm today.
Wraps her secrets like a sniper folds
Fired bullets into torn negligee
Succulent is the taste of anticipation
Wet are the waves between thighs,
Castles were built by tender/rough hands
Arrow mortars lay bricks across village’d lands
Night time hustlers are still bedded
Awaiting emotional air raids to blitz their days.
Hold still in sacred...
#nature
#LifeCycle
194 reads
9 Comments
Summer Solace for the Never Forgotten and Tomorrow
swallowsoft summer breeze
down to the sea-lanes
sea-drowns, down-stream
bone-beaks break sunset from rock
soundmind lost in hill shimmer
silver-spinning discs cut radial roar
luminescent-lust laminates the landscape
upon a time, once memories were electric cells
upper story closes (around circular tale)
mumble of memories mirk the lightside
ribbed violin strings - unbowed - stir silence into action
two bodies become a small-town universe
fresh from chrysalis womb
butterfly foregoes...
down to the sea-lanes
sea-drowns, down-stream
bone-beaks break sunset from rock
soundmind lost in hill shimmer
silver-spinning discs cut radial roar
luminescent-lust laminates the landscape
upon a time, once memories were electric cells
upper story closes (around circular tale)
mumble of memories mirk the lightside
ribbed violin strings - unbowed - stir silence into action
two bodies become a small-town universe
fresh from chrysalis womb
butterfly foregoes...
#love
#universe
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
176 reads
10 Comments
Litany of a Life, Boring
In lieu of words,
Which will be left unread
Inside the small café atop Snowdon
Where coffee tastes of midnight blue,
The view is breath of my very existence
In no particular unholy order
(Counted by mathemagicians)
Preying priests of solace to bury:
2,683 hangovers (hangovers are Hell’s psychiatrists)
64 front door keys
2 babies lost in womb-space (or trapped in nightmares) somewhere
1 ballerina pirouetting away
835 unfinished manuscripts of ‘Forever Yesterday’ under various beds
3 unsliced wedding cakes (rings...
Which will be left unread
Inside the small café atop Snowdon
Where coffee tastes of midnight blue,
The view is breath of my very existence
In no particular unholy order
(Counted by mathemagicians)
Preying priests of solace to bury:
2,683 hangovers (hangovers are Hell’s psychiatrists)
64 front door keys
2 babies lost in womb-space (or trapped in nightmares) somewhere
1 ballerina pirouetting away
835 unfinished manuscripts of ‘Forever Yesterday’ under various beds
3 unsliced wedding cakes (rings...
#unicorns
183 reads
11 Comments
Falling Sideways
A dream docked to my waking canvas
Planet Sedna trapped in Coventry Cathedral
Stained glass window, razed by Luftwaffe
In solitary slip-stream of solar system
Is the earth the loneliest planet?
Comets’ tails are eyelids, open
To the orbit of those things once
Started, can never be stopped
Blood washed from the sea
Transposed into a pavement puddle,
Fragments of Dead Sea scroll
Flotsam abreast water of a bath
First mug of morning coffee
Rests motionless on the retina,
Palimpsest of a ghosted lipstick ...
Planet Sedna trapped in Coventry Cathedral
Stained glass window, razed by Luftwaffe
In solitary slip-stream of solar system
Is the earth the loneliest planet?
Comets’ tails are eyelids, open
To the orbit of those things once
Started, can never be stopped
Blood washed from the sea
Transposed into a pavement puddle,
Fragments of Dead Sea scroll
Flotsam abreast water of a bath
First mug of morning coffee
Rests motionless on the retina,
Palimpsest of a ghosted lipstick ...
#romantic
#universe
#spiritual
206 reads
7 Comments
No One Belongs Here More Than You
The stem of my soul
Strips wet-winged petals,
Fingers forage through forests
Where man has always spade
Feral desires of the moist earth,
Only some have committed to burial
This is my night’s confession
In a fucking flower garden,
Where metaphor is merely
A carnival to describe my turbulent heart,
Small-deaths spinning the Ferris Wheel
The boy who played too often in the rain,
How they laughed, failing to
See the watermark on his neck.
The man who fell to earth from a
Plastic starship parked in the yard,...
Strips wet-winged petals,
Fingers forage through forests
Where man has always spade
Feral desires of the moist earth,
Only some have committed to burial
This is my night’s confession
In a fucking flower garden,
Where metaphor is merely
A carnival to describe my turbulent heart,
Small-deaths spinning the Ferris Wheel
The boy who played too often in the rain,
How they laughed, failing to
See the watermark on his neck.
The man who fell to earth from a
Plastic starship parked in the yard,...
#love
#LifeCycle
367 reads
12 Comments
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