Submissions by TheFisherKing
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am 18 and well-boned. I will describe whatever you ask.
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 00:56am
9th Feb 2015 00:56am
Th Thunder
A threshing rain of wide
suffering holes in drought
in trypophobic rain
Lances of some maw outstretched
gathered in crystal clumps
under a wind tree
Oh larcenous old folk of
yonder village rise
I wonder thee would falter
Great monkey neighbors
monitor ounces of drought
deciduous dry leaves
Gathered clumps of time
in winter waves
all trickle-dreams of the no-sphere
Oh monitor grey fairies
long meticulous necks
outstreched o’er a great maw
...
suffering holes in drought
in trypophobic rain
Lances of some maw outstretched
gathered in crystal clumps
under a wind tree
Oh larcenous old folk of
yonder village rise
I wonder thee would falter
Great monkey neighbors
monitor ounces of drought
deciduous dry leaves
Gathered clumps of time
in winter waves
all trickle-dreams of the no-sphere
Oh monitor grey fairies
long meticulous necks
outstreched o’er a great maw
...
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 2:17am
6th Feb 2015 2:17am
The Dream
Oh will they watch me
hover up the stairs
to catch the light of
yonder firefly
I feel drawn to wheat fields outside
calling me strands of silk in the wind
with beautiful dun grass gliding
o'er sweet arid plains
Oh will they catch me
climbing up the stairs
investigate the case of
yonder butterfly
OH luxury ocean breeze
magic...
hover up the stairs
to catch the light of
yonder firefly
I feel drawn to wheat fields outside
calling me strands of silk in the wind
with beautiful dun grass gliding
o'er sweet arid plains
Oh will they catch me
climbing up the stairs
investigate the case of
yonder butterfly
OH luxury ocean breeze
magic...
655 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 7:34am
2nd Feb 2015 7:34am
The City of Jails
Theres a jail full of tears in my heart
and one day i pray it wil leave me for good
i wish it would just flop out of me and die,
but i know it doesnt work that way, so i wait for a while
hoping the day is not far off when it does
theres a jail full of tears in my heart
and everytime i think about it i cry
like a little girl with invisible splinters in her hands
only these are lodged in the core
and everyday i wonder if more or less come
theres a jail full of tears in my heart
but its only when i feed the engine
that it grows, only...
and one day i pray it wil leave me for good
i wish it would just flop out of me and die,
but i know it doesnt work that way, so i wait for a while
hoping the day is not far off when it does
theres a jail full of tears in my heart
and everytime i think about it i cry
like a little girl with invisible splinters in her hands
only these are lodged in the core
and everyday i wonder if more or less come
theres a jail full of tears in my heart
but its only when i feed the engine
that it grows, only...
581 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 10:40am
30th Jan 2015 10:40am
The First
San francisco maybe?
Black guys gaurding secret conveyor belt language of luggage or something...
talkative japaneses...
my long blade versus her long blade...the serial numbers on a sword?...
was i just stalling for time? we never fought I thought...
we fucked in a car then
a store in SF brought up satan posters&disney ideas and
a special friend of mine was attracted because
he saw himself in its walls...I never found out what happened to him,
his mom came in and opened the blinds.
Black guys gaurding secret conveyor belt language of luggage or something...
talkative japaneses...
my long blade versus her long blade...the serial numbers on a sword?...
was i just stalling for time? we never fought I thought...
we fucked in a car then
a store in SF brought up satan posters&disney ideas and
a special friend of mine was attracted because
he saw himself in its walls...I never found out what happened to him,
his mom came in and opened the blinds.
682 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 10:25am
30th Jan 2015 10:25am
The Mosaic
Oh it must be the ludes yet again...I am wet hairs deep in marshes of mind...
I was somewhere moody and running with limns, but haunting
and drinking the liquid of a darkened stream with tepid daemons,
I was picking flowerless petals by the Lethe, oh did
Adonis finally succumb to your courtings?
Is he a secret fan of Hades in basements?
he enjoys this effrontery I wonder how many
Joves or Doves flew now knowing
there was stillness in these rivers and nothing
kept nor bloomed, was forever in Ariel's...
I was somewhere moody and running with limns, but haunting
and drinking the liquid of a darkened stream with tepid daemons,
I was picking flowerless petals by the Lethe, oh did
Adonis finally succumb to your courtings?
Is he a secret fan of Hades in basements?
he enjoys this effrontery I wonder how many
Joves or Doves flew now knowing
there was stillness in these rivers and nothing
kept nor bloomed, was forever in Ariel's...
654 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 9:42am
29th Jan 2015 9:42am
The Crayon Hill
Raquel
an algolagniac, a treated blooming blackbird
ineffable Chinese wrists, slender with
algorithmic hair drops
tussles, quarters, muscles
oysters, parading her neck
dark treasures of chocolate seas
crayon bloom
crayon orange
crayon colors ocean shoulders
soft pictures of childhood blooming (pangs of antique guilts) ...
an algolagniac, a treated blooming blackbird
ineffable Chinese wrists, slender with
algorithmic hair drops
tussles, quarters, muscles
oysters, parading her neck
dark treasures of chocolate seas
crayon bloom
crayon orange
crayon colors ocean shoulders
soft pictures of childhood blooming (pangs of antique guilts) ...
609 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 2:52am
29th Jan 2015 2:52am
The Bench
i was on a bench
in a deep park
and thought, by some miracle
of all the things which are
i was leafed with brain
rutted by mind
i felt i had expanded
loose consciousness
i was no longer background
...
in a deep park
and thought, by some miracle
of all the things which are
i was leafed with brain
rutted by mind
i felt i had expanded
loose consciousness
i was no longer background
...
625 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 11:15pm
28th Jan 2015 11:15pm
The Cross
I remember sitting in cross legged journey
attempting to fold the air before
it took my lungs in parts
and left me nothing but Buddhist tears
And I a fool to question church, made attempts at Mexican parties
Some lobotomy out there gave the country fear
and they the pathetic surrogate mother
(the cross) of jesus' cloaks and phantasmagoria
They were shepherdesses of Mexico's Silver Moon
I cannot recall a cosmos so fine
...
attempting to fold the air before
it took my lungs in parts
and left me nothing but Buddhist tears
And I a fool to question church, made attempts at Mexican parties
Some lobotomy out there gave the country fear
and they the pathetic surrogate mother
(the cross) of jesus' cloaks and phantasmagoria
They were shepherdesses of Mexico's Silver Moon
I cannot recall a cosmos so fine
...
783 reads
6 Comments
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