Submissions by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A clearing of the conscience and a forgiveness of the mind.
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2016 4:46am
7th Feb 2016 4:46am
Until
There are people walking past me
I realise how alone I feel.
Chirping birds and tired traffic
together in unison sing of a daily
beauty, I light another cigarette and
reminsce on a joyeous weekend
with a beautiful woman that helps
my heart sing a beautiful melancholy
Still, lonely I feel.
Perhaps it was the drug abuse
and my love for alcohol
that seperated thought and emotion.
Or maybe it was in spite of myself
convincing myself never love again
Regardless, I take her in both hands
and smile into her smile
gaze into...
I realise how alone I feel.
Chirping birds and tired traffic
together in unison sing of a daily
beauty, I light another cigarette and
reminsce on a joyeous weekend
with a beautiful woman that helps
my heart sing a beautiful melancholy
Still, lonely I feel.
Perhaps it was the drug abuse
and my love for alcohol
that seperated thought and emotion.
Or maybe it was in spite of myself
convincing myself never love again
Regardless, I take her in both hands
and smile into her smile
gaze into...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 5:50am
2nd Jan 2016 5:50am
The Locksmith
Rediscovering what it is
to be jobless, rent chews
through my dole payment.
Too many times have I
stepped aside, pulling my
hands back from that pass.
The football spirals through
the air, I know I can take it.
'It's mine' somebody says
and so I let it by me
only to be intercepted.
Ever since then, I've taken the
Initiative at every opportunity.
Knowing full well in my heart
that failure doesn't dictate
the comings and goings
of the passer's intentions.
This time I took to the air
and snatched the...
to be jobless, rent chews
through my dole payment.
Too many times have I
stepped aside, pulling my
hands back from that pass.
The football spirals through
the air, I know I can take it.
'It's mine' somebody says
and so I let it by me
only to be intercepted.
Ever since then, I've taken the
Initiative at every opportunity.
Knowing full well in my heart
that failure doesn't dictate
the comings and goings
of the passer's intentions.
This time I took to the air
and snatched the...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 2:48am
2nd Jan 2016 2:48am
Intersection
Too little left in the tank
to make it to Griffith.
So I peddle on the streets of
another forgotten town.
I left my car in an idle backstreet
took my guitar & possessions
and left for the main road
to panhandle the poor.
My family have forgotten me
so I often forget to
encourage myself to succeed
at occassional moments of time.
To my suprise there is
more to be made
in quiet streets with the occassional
passerby; who I suppose is lonely.
to make it to Griffith.
So I peddle on the streets of
another forgotten town.
I left my car in an idle backstreet
took my guitar & possessions
and left for the main road
to panhandle the poor.
My family have forgotten me
so I often forget to
encourage myself to succeed
at occassional moments of time.
To my suprise there is
more to be made
in quiet streets with the occassional
passerby; who I suppose is lonely.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 9:50am
28th Dec 2015 9:50am
Black Roses
I divide the crack into four lines
and snort them in succession.
I drive the needle in
and squeeze it dry.
Clarity.. Undeniable perfection.
Everything is perfect now
my problems a fleeting memory.
I catch a glimpse in the bong smoke
that still lingered in the chamber
like the barrel of a gun
the smoke points directly at me
the dragon puffs, the warrior pulls
and the fire frees us both.
Easy now, the edges will spill over.
and snort them in succession.
I drive the needle in
and squeeze it dry.
Clarity.. Undeniable perfection.
Everything is perfect now
my problems a fleeting memory.
I catch a glimpse in the bong smoke
that still lingered in the chamber
like the barrel of a gun
the smoke points directly at me
the dragon puffs, the warrior pulls
and the fire frees us both.
Easy now, the edges will spill over.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 10:36pm
25th Dec 2015 10:36pm
Them.
All it took was all it gave
evaporating warmth
fading from her face,
and she swallowed the rest
of the Valium and popped
a couple of xanies.
I shaped the foil,
and set our boat a sail.
The H lit up in our faces
greedily sucking it down
two lighters told two stories
the foil told only one.
Wollongong, where the darkness
is deepest, your hopes and dreams
lit up in a puff of crack smoke
step with me, you can abuse it
as much as you wish, here;
pop a couple of these
couple of them
and them.
evaporating warmth
fading from her face,
and she swallowed the rest
of the Valium and popped
a couple of xanies.
I shaped the foil,
and set our boat a sail.
The H lit up in our faces
greedily sucking it down
two lighters told two stories
the foil told only one.
Wollongong, where the darkness
is deepest, your hopes and dreams
lit up in a puff of crack smoke
step with me, you can abuse it
as much as you wish, here;
pop a couple of these
couple of them
and them.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 10:53am
20th Dec 2015 10:53am
Rollin' without filters
I made the right decision
at least for a change
of the seasons
and how they drag along.
Ever considered me a threat?
Plays to my benefit when you don't
I could be hitting the piss
and the ice.
But I don't
I've stopped it.
Don't underestimate me
you just don't understand
so let up on the throttle
before I unleash this Hell
upon you.
at least for a change
of the seasons
and how they drag along.
Ever considered me a threat?
Plays to my benefit when you don't
I could be hitting the piss
and the ice.
But I don't
I've stopped it.
Don't underestimate me
you just don't understand
so let up on the throttle
before I unleash this Hell
upon you.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 2:04am
20th Dec 2015 2:04am
Credit card
I'll glorify the substance
as much as I need to.
The substance gave substance
to a man with nothing left
and when I got off it
it fuelled my rage to prove
every motherfucker wrong.
Now, not saying I'll pick it up again
I'll look it dead in its hideous eye
To be cool with its use without using
Is the thirteen-fuckin' step.
Cash money is my drug of choice
Its illicit control more entertaining
than anything under the sun
give me fifty grand
watch me control you with it
watch me overcome drug addiction
I'll tear it up...
as much as I need to.
The substance gave substance
to a man with nothing left
and when I got off it
it fuelled my rage to prove
every motherfucker wrong.
Now, not saying I'll pick it up again
I'll look it dead in its hideous eye
To be cool with its use without using
Is the thirteen-fuckin' step.
Cash money is my drug of choice
Its illicit control more entertaining
than anything under the sun
give me fifty grand
watch me control you with it
watch me overcome drug addiction
I'll tear it up...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2015 2:56am
19th Dec 2015 2:56am
Whether
I kiss the smoke
reminscent
a cherished memory
of a passionate fuck
that had me holding my breath.
I still miss her
and everytime I light a smoke
I roll it tight
tighter than any pussy
tighter than any woman.
Baby girl, come back and rip cones
comn on, ride the spiral
down.. It'll take you down
better than I ever could
fuck you and your tight cunt.
reminscent
a cherished memory
of a passionate fuck
that had me holding my breath.
I still miss her
and everytime I light a smoke
I roll it tight
tighter than any pussy
tighter than any woman.
Baby girl, come back and rip cones
comn on, ride the spiral
down.. It'll take you down
better than I ever could
fuck you and your tight cunt.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Dec 2015 1:53am
19th Dec 2015 1:53am
Passion
Damn, I turn her around while still inside her, I took her into my arms and wrapped her legs around me while she fucks me she's "Goodness." she sighed. As she bounces making her feel so full, she moans in pleasure and tosses her head back. Begging for me to pay attention to her neck.
After a few more slow, sensual thrusts I kiss her neck deeply, nipping at her fine, fragile skin. Her body goes rigid at that and my breath gets caught below where my tongue meets her neck. My cock still in her, she digs her nails into my sweet pale ass, pulling her deeper yet.
I bent her...
After a few more slow, sensual thrusts I kiss her neck deeply, nipping at her fine, fragile skin. Her body goes rigid at that and my breath gets caught below where my tongue meets her neck. My cock still in her, she digs her nails into my sweet pale ass, pulling her deeper yet.
I bent her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 12:20pm
18th Dec 2015 12:20pm
Resin
A murderous truth has overcome me
It's wrath a willst true
leaving bodies bruised blue.
How many deaths does a man die
before his soul is considered pure?
I've died only once
and the experience haunts me still.
It leaves clarity in me
dispersing the shadows
and shrouding the black in light
I suppose the price I paid was free
when measured in the Lord's grace.
Woven tales and songs sung loudly
often silence the spirit within.
The Eagle spreads its wings
stretching its talons it swoops
decisively
drown the...
It's wrath a willst true
leaving bodies bruised blue.
How many deaths does a man die
before his soul is considered pure?
I've died only once
and the experience haunts me still.
It leaves clarity in me
dispersing the shadows
and shrouding the black in light
I suppose the price I paid was free
when measured in the Lord's grace.
Woven tales and songs sung loudly
often silence the spirit within.
The Eagle spreads its wings
stretching its talons it swoops
decisively
drown the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2015 00:31am
8th Dec 2015 00:31am
Maddening fury
Ripping cones
on that ice bong smoke.
Taking the spoon and the lighter
cooking up that crack rock
and pumping my vein with it.
I just took another five steps back
so I pray, for forgiveness, guidance.
But God will not hear me on ice
only the devil chooses to answer me
the ouija board piece moved
with my finger under it.
Onward through hell, mdma pills
heavy trippers acid, shrooms, ice &
synthetic bong smoke
Onward through the 15 minutes for
the 5 minutes of Heavenly bliss
I am finally awake
and free
free of...
on that ice bong smoke.
Taking the spoon and the lighter
cooking up that crack rock
and pumping my vein with it.
I just took another five steps back
so I pray, for forgiveness, guidance.
But God will not hear me on ice
only the devil chooses to answer me
the ouija board piece moved
with my finger under it.
Onward through hell, mdma pills
heavy trippers acid, shrooms, ice &
synthetic bong smoke
Onward through the 15 minutes for
the 5 minutes of Heavenly bliss
I am finally awake
and free
free of...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2015 8:53am
5th Dec 2015 8:53am
Wollongong bongs
Time keeps holding its breath on me
leaving me nothing but regret
in its wake only I am left.
But still I stand.
I know that God has reserved me
for a purpose greater than
cracking safes, picking locks
bodge-jobing cars, jacking them
for scrap and parts.
I don't feed my addictions, not anymore.
Time it seems, stands still for me
sitting by a lake, watching the
descent of the sun, welcoming the
coming of night. Now I can breathe.
Breathe into me, your life sustain me
God help me now
God shoot me up...
leaving me nothing but regret
in its wake only I am left.
But still I stand.
I know that God has reserved me
for a purpose greater than
cracking safes, picking locks
bodge-jobing cars, jacking them
for scrap and parts.
I don't feed my addictions, not anymore.
Time it seems, stands still for me
sitting by a lake, watching the
descent of the sun, welcoming the
coming of night. Now I can breathe.
Breathe into me, your life sustain me
God help me now
God shoot me up...
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