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
24th Oct 2014 5:25pm
24th Oct 2014 5:25pm
"There is no love in fear"
I thrive while others are in fear
While I bring pain to the weak
but especially the powerful.
Ingrain into their minds
tearing them to pieces
to reconstruct them
into what I believe them to be.
I thrive through others torment
especially in yours.
The feeble minds, their fear
their essence fuels me & while I...
I.. know our conscience is one
In the infinity of our minds..
I will inflict my pain upon others
to know that I am alive.
It is here, in the aftermath.
Where the flames engulf ...
While I bring pain to the weak
but especially the powerful.
Ingrain into their minds
tearing them to pieces
to reconstruct them
into what I believe them to be.
I thrive through others torment
especially in yours.
The feeble minds, their fear
their essence fuels me & while I...
I.. know our conscience is one
In the infinity of our minds..
I will inflict my pain upon others
to know that I am alive.
It is here, in the aftermath.
Where the flames engulf ...
664 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 11:58am
22nd Oct 2014 11:58am
Wavelength
Taketh heed not stride
kneel thou head,
draw thine line in sand.
Watch where you tread
the current is too strong.
Mind when you speak
the current is too strong.
Listen closely & run.
kneel thou head,
draw thine line in sand.
Watch where you tread
the current is too strong.
Mind when you speak
the current is too strong.
Listen closely & run.
716 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 4:18pm
14th Oct 2014 4:18pm
Father, let me pay my penance
Forgive me, Father; for I have sinned. It has been seven years since my last confession, I accuse myself of the following sins"
"What are your sins, my son"
"I am a cocaine addict.. I had my nose buried in priorities.. for a line of the Columbian fine.. I forced a Mormon preacher to snort cocaine at gun-point.. He didn't leave my home for three months"
"I burned down the home of my ex-fiancee's Uncle."
"I murdered the innocent on active du.."
"What are your sins, my son"
"I am a cocaine addict.. I had my nose buried in priorities.. for a line of the Columbian fine.. I forced a Mormon preacher to snort cocaine at gun-point.. He didn't leave my home for three months"
"I burned down the home of my ex-fiancee's Uncle."
"I murdered the innocent on active du.."
995 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2014 10:47am
9th Oct 2014 10:47am
One
Fall away into the fabric of infinity & become another stitch.
735 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2014 5:47am
6th Oct 2014 5:47am
Throughfare
I brush my hands through
the wild grass, faintly
tipped in blood. At first,
a drop. I close my eyes
and it begins to trickle
even pooling, my offering
by knife-edge a sharpened
blade slips into rugged palm.
The flowers, do you see?
Sprouting free, rose thorns
reaching out to thank me.
I wade my way through the riverbed
to obscure the waters, provided
the blood spreads; diluting deeply
rather than thinning too sparsely.
Further dripping to its roots
to restore her soul...
the wild grass, faintly
tipped in blood. At first,
a drop. I close my eyes
and it begins to trickle
even pooling, my offering
by knife-edge a sharpened
blade slips into rugged palm.
The flowers, do you see?
Sprouting free, rose thorns
reaching out to thank me.
I wade my way through the riverbed
to obscure the waters, provided
the blood spreads; diluting deeply
rather than thinning too sparsely.
Further dripping to its roots
to restore her soul...
605 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 8:10pm
21st Apr 2014 8:10pm
Hall of Glass
1187 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 12:56pm
16th Dec 2013 12:56pm
The Triolet - War Incarnate.
Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Innocent outnumber guilty; only the innocent screamed.
Forged, I've outlasted; standing before the Aftermath.
I fought for a cause long lost; buried the corpses teemed.
I've burned it too, charred remains - the depth undreamed
Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
Innocent outnumber guilty; only the innocent screamed.
Forged, I've outlasted; standing before the Aftermath.
I fought for a cause long lost; buried the corpses teemed.
I've burned it too, charred remains - the depth undreamed
Forged, I've out-lasted; standing before the Aftermath.
Glistening red, bloodied turban cloth flutters; caught wind.
#war
#triolet
941 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 1:29pm
25th Nov 2013 1:29pm
Into the White
Scaling summit
biting back at
wind, with grit.
boot-blade driven
into iced earth.
Unloading burdens
height's peak;
ashes become dust.
Ashes stricken
to Iced particles
glittering in sunlight,
penetrating
the hazed
sullen mists
kept my oath
I begin my descent.
Boot-blade
driven
into iced earth.
Bare hands
blistered;
pleading me to feel.
Complimenting righteousness
the corralled, we few serve.
Dare I brave
white death?
Least I'm cut down
and left...
biting back at
wind, with grit.
boot-blade driven
into iced earth.
Unloading burdens
height's peak;
ashes become dust.
Ashes stricken
to Iced particles
glittering in sunlight,
penetrating
the hazed
sullen mists
kept my oath
I begin my descent.
Boot-blade
driven
into iced earth.
Bare hands
blistered;
pleading me to feel.
Complimenting righteousness
the corralled, we few serve.
Dare I brave
white death?
Least I'm cut down
and left...
849 reads
11 Comments
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