Submissions by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A clearing of the conscience and a forgiveness of the mind.
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 10:35am
29th Nov 2015 10:35am
Ultimate Freedom
I can heal you Father
alleviate the pressure
and eliminate
the excuses and justification
that seperate you from me.
There's your head on a spike
now your words corrupt nothing.
Now your deepest wish is granted
all I expected was a Man
not a piss-weak little boy
in another pretty-boy pre-paid car
you'll total in a month from now
Here, here's an eightball of crack
Here's another carton of piss
Here's more of me you
want to strengthen you.
Everytime you excuse yourself
from insurpassable stupidity
pick up...
alleviate the pressure
and eliminate
the excuses and justification
that seperate you from me.
There's your head on a spike
now your words corrupt nothing.
Now your deepest wish is granted
all I expected was a Man
not a piss-weak little boy
in another pretty-boy pre-paid car
you'll total in a month from now
Here, here's an eightball of crack
Here's another carton of piss
Here's more of me you
want to strengthen you.
Everytime you excuse yourself
from insurpassable stupidity
pick up...
637 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2015 12:10pm
26th Nov 2015 12:10pm
One-way
Every turn of the page
forces the past
into the present.
I've got a future here
something worth more than an endless supply of ice.
An alcoholic beverage
always calms me down.
I take the present in both hands
and she presses her lips to mine
and she is beautiful.
This moment is all that matters.
forces the past
into the present.
I've got a future here
something worth more than an endless supply of ice.
An alcoholic beverage
always calms me down.
I take the present in both hands
and she presses her lips to mine
and she is beautiful.
This moment is all that matters.
590 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2015 9:18am
25th Nov 2015 9:18am
Respite
A battle waged
no matter to the flesh.
My back it aches
from tumbling weight
cascading in fire
upon my chest a serpent is struck.
Masquerading deviants speak
out of turn at a table that lies
set for two; our creation & destruction a common feast
many of whom do not appreciate it.
Our bodies react
to the pulsating rhythm
feast your eyes
upon another circumcision
hypocrites so ready to deny it.
Only death comes to those that envy it.
no matter to the flesh.
My back it aches
from tumbling weight
cascading in fire
upon my chest a serpent is struck.
Masquerading deviants speak
out of turn at a table that lies
set for two; our creation & destruction a common feast
many of whom do not appreciate it.
Our bodies react
to the pulsating rhythm
feast your eyes
upon another circumcision
hypocrites so ready to deny it.
Only death comes to those that envy it.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 10:52am
26th Sep 2015 10:52am
My Lord my Trigger-dk.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 9:41am
26th Sep 2015 9:41am
The Hemihead Shark (Tdk)
A mate of mine screamed in my ear
and my ears rang.
There were grenades going off
& now they're going off in my sleep.
I hit those Canterboy redferner bunny hopper bulldogs bottle thrower nigga.
I lost too many brothers, now every
room feels so empty without them.
Those soldier boys on the march
we got those boys in blue running scared. I just got in from Kansas city
mates of mine had me chasing a park
No cunt told me, but she don't exist
at least, those two bourbons with two
beautiful children in my arms, ...
and my ears rang.
There were grenades going off
& now they're going off in my sleep.
I hit those Canterboy redferner bunny hopper bulldogs bottle thrower nigga.
I lost too many brothers, now every
room feels so empty without them.
Those soldier boys on the march
we got those boys in blue running scared. I just got in from Kansas city
mates of mine had me chasing a park
No cunt told me, but she don't exist
at least, those two bourbons with two
beautiful children in my arms, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 8:41am
31st Aug 2015 8:41am
More Chilli
I'm muffling my screaming now
that you've tightened the noose
I just don't want you to stop
if you fuckin killed me now
you'd be the love of my life.
But I sure as shit would miss you.
that you've tightened the noose
I just don't want you to stop
if you fuckin killed me now
you'd be the love of my life.
But I sure as shit would miss you.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 8:25am
30th Aug 2015 8:25am
Fishnets.
I'll put my body on the line
yeah, I'll step in.
For it all amounted to nothing
but I knew what you were worth.
Believe it or not; I loved you once
but all you turned out to be
was a junkie with a tight cunt.
You didn't fucking tell me, did you?
Your eyes blazing up
whilst I cook you another hit.
You brought me low
to depths of humility
I never even dreamed.
I have you to thank for the resolve.
You were just another fuck, after all.
yeah, I'll step in.
For it all amounted to nothing
but I knew what you were worth.
Believe it or not; I loved you once
but all you turned out to be
was a junkie with a tight cunt.
You didn't fucking tell me, did you?
Your eyes blazing up
whilst I cook you another hit.
You brought me low
to depths of humility
I never even dreamed.
I have you to thank for the resolve.
You were just another fuck, after all.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2015 11:22am
26th Aug 2015 11:22am
Maclean
Too many cans on Tuesday
stumbled to the cab come 4 o'clock
I say it's good for you
to get a little pissed
every now and then.
At least I felt refreshed
still facing my problems
and heralding my skills.
Passing the guilt to
the broken man that
instigated it.
A coward's gain brings along with it
his spite; to be frank I never wanted to fuck your 'wife'.
That bitch just gets drunk
siphoning like a leech
warping your mind
and living with weakness
a drowning man crying out.
I was half a man to halt my...
stumbled to the cab come 4 o'clock
I say it's good for you
to get a little pissed
every now and then.
At least I felt refreshed
still facing my problems
and heralding my skills.
Passing the guilt to
the broken man that
instigated it.
A coward's gain brings along with it
his spite; to be frank I never wanted to fuck your 'wife'.
That bitch just gets drunk
siphoning like a leech
warping your mind
and living with weakness
a drowning man crying out.
I was half a man to halt my...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2015 7:47am
12th Aug 2015 7:47am
Thereafter
You either do or you don't
there is no middle ground
you either fuck or you kill
leaving your addictions to
spill out. Could you look
at me and consider what
a day in Grafton is like.
I never felt peace, I never felt pain
but I always had a love for the rain.
Pelting in the windscreen of the VT
echoes leaving little puddles in
the back of my mind.
But here I sit still unable to find
all those little wisdoms gathering up
in the front of my mind.
Peace in time, plenty's a phase
the soul is stained.
Feel the...
there is no middle ground
you either fuck or you kill
leaving your addictions to
spill out. Could you look
at me and consider what
a day in Grafton is like.
I never felt peace, I never felt pain
but I always had a love for the rain.
Pelting in the windscreen of the VT
echoes leaving little puddles in
the back of my mind.
But here I sit still unable to find
all those little wisdoms gathering up
in the front of my mind.
Peace in time, plenty's a phase
the soul is stained.
Feel the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 11:49am
11th Aug 2015 11:49am
Spellbound
Times are changing
and I'm striving to
be the best man
I could possibly be.
My thoughts at times
are scattered. But come
morning I remember to reminsce
recalling all those nights
a certain innocence I do miss.
But come Saturday's fall
a woman I do kiss.
Striking out or striking hard
I never thought for a moments
ounce,
I've trapped myself in
mortal sin. And risen up, alive
in bliss. Told of times a generation
past, understand this and you'll
know all too well.
Back straight, eyes forward...
and I'm striving to
be the best man
I could possibly be.
My thoughts at times
are scattered. But come
morning I remember to reminsce
recalling all those nights
a certain innocence I do miss.
But come Saturday's fall
a woman I do kiss.
Striking out or striking hard
I never thought for a moments
ounce,
I've trapped myself in
mortal sin. And risen up, alive
in bliss. Told of times a generation
past, understand this and you'll
know all too well.
Back straight, eyes forward...
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