Submissions by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A clearing of the conscience and a forgiveness of the mind.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2015 2:04pm
25th Jul 2015 2:04pm
Heater Tap
What are my words worth
to the lonesome highway
another highway
and another city.
Had I forgot to tell you
that I knew.
I knew of your worth
and truly I say to you
I'm never coming home.
to the lonesome highway
another highway
and another city.
Had I forgot to tell you
that I knew.
I knew of your worth
and truly I say to you
I'm never coming home.
540 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2015 11:22am
19th Jul 2015 11:22am
The Bic by the Bill
Smoke still lingers in the chamber
with a heavy laden heave I release
a half cones worth of smoke
no matter how hard I try
I toke and toke
and toke
but
still that bong smoke
I choke, I choke, I choke
memories of a prouder time
where I smoked, I smoked, I smoked
still clinging to me after all this time
I chose, I chose, I chose.
with a heavy laden heave I release
a half cones worth of smoke
no matter how hard I try
I toke and toke
and toke
but
still that bong smoke
I choke, I choke, I choke
memories of a prouder time
where I smoked, I smoked, I smoked
still clinging to me after all this time
I chose, I chose, I chose.
581 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2015 12:53pm
4th May 2015 12:53pm
Annilihate Metropolis
A vicious force has announced itself
the Sky and Earth crack open
howling gale force wind
and teutonic plates unable to sit still
bringing the swirling black release
She has cracked, the flood gates have opened
reinforcements countlessly plummet
bringing the Rain terror a swift retreat
and an unstoppable advance
uprooting cities and gathering in force
any flame to be produced to lighten the dark
has been extinguished
leaving only a dimming glow of a glory dead.
It towers upon the bleak horizon
bringing seafarer ships ...
the Sky and Earth crack open
howling gale force wind
and teutonic plates unable to sit still
bringing the swirling black release
She has cracked, the flood gates have opened
reinforcements countlessly plummet
bringing the Rain terror a swift retreat
and an unstoppable advance
uprooting cities and gathering in force
any flame to be produced to lighten the dark
has been extinguished
leaving only a dimming glow of a glory dead.
It towers upon the bleak horizon
bringing seafarer ships ...
563 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 11:38pm
29th Apr 2015 11:38pm
Patient tree
Heavenly cold flurosence touching my skin
a holy crow up above me inquistly domin.
Upon the talons four roselias glide dividing at lasts breath
tailor wind a slice, cooling upon a windowsill.
Face in wholesome jest, indian minors canvassing the grass
is this in whom nature pass? I haven't fear of this cold.
Minors four in swoopful vest, an upfront approach
these birds in belly nipful gast, taketh now my time
Two, five, ninth & tenth glide those minors echo sounds in train's pass
do all these birds in lovingness, a twirping...
a holy crow up above me inquistly domin.
Upon the talons four roselias glide dividing at lasts breath
tailor wind a slice, cooling upon a windowsill.
Face in wholesome jest, indian minors canvassing the grass
is this in whom nature pass? I haven't fear of this cold.
Minors four in swoopful vest, an upfront approach
these birds in belly nipful gast, taketh now my time
Two, five, ninth & tenth glide those minors echo sounds in train's pass
do all these birds in lovingness, a twirping...
645 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Apr 2015 00:43am
22nd Apr 2015 00:43am
Oxley Park
I decided that shutter doors of a bus were the sound of enslavement, they enclosed behind me, I stepped from the artificial warmth of the 774 and into the dreary downpour with a very real chill of Oxley Park. With shallow breath, burrowing into the wind and an icy exhale I powered nostagically through the howling wind and bucketing rain. I made my way in reminiscence through the driveway towards the rear of the Canberra Street unit blocks. I take a quick survey of my surroundings and kneel beside the screendoor of unit 9, normally I'd have used the key had it not been taken from me in anger...
713 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2015 9:56am
19th Apr 2015 9:56am
Friction
Reaching out and clasping
the end of your rope.
Not enough to hang myself
but just enough to hold on
for dear life. Your grip is
slipping, your hands beaded
in sweat, your eyes hold tears
in self-indulgent mourning
should you choose to let go.
the end of your rope.
Not enough to hang myself
but just enough to hold on
for dear life. Your grip is
slipping, your hands beaded
in sweat, your eyes hold tears
in self-indulgent mourning
should you choose to let go.
677 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 11:03am
15th Apr 2015 11:03am
'Disgustipated'
The sky has opened
cometh the downpour.
The sky has opened
cometh the thunder.
The sky has opened
cometh the cold.
I've had good meals
at good times
I suppose i'm thankful
regardless of the hoplessness
that gathered with those
plump storm clouds.
I felt them crying earlier
for release & dominance
sunlight flickers in my eyes
dancing in sprinkles of pre-storm petence.
Cometh tomorrow
the clouds will part
& the rain will cease.
So too does self-indulgence
Cometh tomorrow ...
cometh the downpour.
The sky has opened
cometh the thunder.
The sky has opened
cometh the cold.
I've had good meals
at good times
I suppose i'm thankful
regardless of the hoplessness
that gathered with those
plump storm clouds.
I felt them crying earlier
for release & dominance
sunlight flickers in my eyes
dancing in sprinkles of pre-storm petence.
Cometh tomorrow
the clouds will part
& the rain will cease.
So too does self-indulgence
Cometh tomorrow ...
621 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 3:54am
28th Feb 2015 3:54am
Three Horses
I deprived you of poetry.
642 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 9:38am
12th Feb 2015 9:38am
Car Valley
Every hippie haze under the sun
and every moment remembered
come moonlight I sang.
Of when we
watched the cars go by
talked for hours
and heard the cars go by
it felt better than anything I've ever taken.
We turned to the birds as they feverishly chirped.
Singing songs of what should've been
my heart beats heavy on the moment, still.
And when we held each other
I held you tighter,
but then I turned away.
It hurt me to halt my lips
and leave yours still curious of mine
as mine still salvage the moment ...
and every moment remembered
come moonlight I sang.
Of when we
watched the cars go by
talked for hours
and heard the cars go by
it felt better than anything I've ever taken.
We turned to the birds as they feverishly chirped.
Singing songs of what should've been
my heart beats heavy on the moment, still.
And when we held each other
I held you tighter,
but then I turned away.
It hurt me to halt my lips
and leave yours still curious of mine
as mine still salvage the moment ...
817 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 6:46am
8th Feb 2015 6:46am
'Eons' - 3-parter competition. (IADU.)
-
Eon Blue Apocaylpse
-
Dogs of war death ensemble
with these dealers cuttin dirt
and dumpin' their hydro hollow dope.
I bought in
& made a deal with the damned;
only damning myself in the making.
-
Eons
-
My guitar is an extension of my body.
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling...
Eon Blue Apocaylpse
-
Dogs of war death ensemble
with these dealers cuttin dirt
and dumpin' their hydro hollow dope.
I bought in
& made a deal with the damned;
only damning myself in the making.
-
Eons
-
My guitar is an extension of my body.
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling...
600 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 11:18am
7th Feb 2015 11:18am
Eon Red Apocaylspe
My guitar is an extension of my body.
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling bio-electric static
through the strings in an amplified echo of its beauty.
With every strum
and every pick
and every drum.
I close my eyes, my forearms flex in
fluid muscle memory, poised below my fretboard.
I sit here and play for the tornado to take me away.
I sit here and play for the tornado to shred my soul today.
Farewell, so long.. &...
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.
My right wrist its conductor; signalling bio-electric static
through the strings in an amplified echo of its beauty.
With every strum
and every pick
and every drum.
I close my eyes, my forearms flex in
fluid muscle memory, poised below my fretboard.
I sit here and play for the tornado to take me away.
I sit here and play for the tornado to shred my soul today.
Farewell, so long.. &...
627 reads
0 Comments
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