Submissions by TheGreatGrayWolf (Razzmatazz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I see, I describe how I feel. I am myself and nothing more. But what I write, can be anything.
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 7:12pm
18th Oct 2012 7:12pm
Black
Please be aware: This story has descriptions that some readers may find disturbing.
The weather outside was overcast and wet. Rain threw itself upon the earth while slight rumbles above showed that whilst it was not in sight, thunder was on its way. Today was just another day in hell. I left my house, closing the door tightly behind myself. Even though it was about eight o'clock in the morning, the weather drizzled and there was darkness in the air. I could sense a slight and strange feeling around myself, one that made me feel a cold shiver. Something was going to happen. Around...
The weather outside was overcast and wet. Rain threw itself upon the earth while slight rumbles above showed that whilst it was not in sight, thunder was on its way. Today was just another day in hell. I left my house, closing the door tightly behind myself. Even though it was about eight o'clock in the morning, the weather drizzled and there was darkness in the air. I could sense a slight and strange feeling around myself, one that made me feel a cold shiver. Something was going to happen. Around...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Oct 2012 2:55pm
1st Oct 2012 2:55pm
Cigarettes and Charisma
This is a section out of my "in progress" short story book
"Jacob Light: XTC".
The air surrounding the area is crisp and clean, the breeze carries the fresh scent of flowers and nature through it. The presence of a lightly clothed man stands out of the scenery. He stands upon a rather large, but old and ivy covered bridge. He isn’t moving or saying anything. He is simply leaning on the railings and watching the river flow naturally. This is Jacob.
Jacob takes a thin white cigarette out of his pocket, along with a black lighter. The lighter itself screams with...
"Jacob Light: XTC".
The air surrounding the area is crisp and clean, the breeze carries the fresh scent of flowers and nature through it. The presence of a lightly clothed man stands out of the scenery. He stands upon a rather large, but old and ivy covered bridge. He isn’t moving or saying anything. He is simply leaning on the railings and watching the river flow naturally. This is Jacob.
Jacob takes a thin white cigarette out of his pocket, along with a black lighter. The lighter itself screams with...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Sep 2012 2:09pm
24th Sep 2012 2:09pm
Prologue
I sat here, whiskey at arm’s length and a Marie in the holster. My time was coming and I knew it. I didn’t let it affect me though. Nothing affected me these days. I was too old and bitter to allow anything within this crooked city to get to me. A final sip of the whiskey and I was out for the count.
The next day was as cruel as the last. The city outside was a loud and obnoxious monster with cars spewing gasses and the sirens in the distance. Freedom was not an option in this city. Freedom had no existence.
The next day was as cruel as the last. The city outside was a loud...
The next day was as cruel as the last. The city outside was a loud and obnoxious monster with cars spewing gasses and the sirens in the distance. Freedom was not an option in this city. Freedom had no existence.
The next day was as cruel as the last. The city outside was a loud...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 3:45pm
20th Sep 2012 3:45pm
Crack in the Mirror - The Last Entry of Svengali
It’s rather surprising on how quickly your dream life can turn into a nightmare when you’re not paying attention. You consider yourself a mentally well built person. The perfect lover, the perfect life. Education, home life and social, all at the top peak. You feel invincible.
Suddenly one thing changes. The smallest of things clicks from a simply yes to a no. This creates a domino effect with such precision, that everything begins to collapse where it hurts the most. You are not the one with the perfect life. Your lover hates who you have become. Your education begins to slip...
Suddenly one thing changes. The smallest of things clicks from a simply yes to a no. This creates a domino effect with such precision, that everything begins to collapse where it hurts the most. You are not the one with the perfect life. Your lover hates who you have become. Your education begins to slip...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 6:06pm
19th Sep 2012 6:06pm
Svengali - A Machine of a Man.
Eyes of wood. Hands of brass. Brain, non-existent. It was a better time.
Eyes of flesh, hands of skin. Brain.. cogs and gears. For the first time, I could feel. All I felt was cold. For the first time I could see. All I saw was pain. For the first time I could think. All I thought was life.
In this world, everyone is fighting. In this world, everyone is hating something. In this world, all I can hear, see and know is greed, selfishness and absolute misery. A machine in human skin. Incapable of living naturally. Incapable of feeling normal. Unwilling to adapt and blend. A...
Eyes of flesh, hands of skin. Brain.. cogs and gears. For the first time, I could feel. All I felt was cold. For the first time I could see. All I saw was pain. For the first time I could think. All I thought was life.
In this world, everyone is fighting. In this world, everyone is hating something. In this world, all I can hear, see and know is greed, selfishness and absolute misery. A machine in human skin. Incapable of living naturally. Incapable of feeling normal. Unwilling to adapt and blend. A...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Sep 2012 10:08am
19th Sep 2012 10:08am
Black City Blues
The city floor rises up through the darkness. Thirty floors above the cold dry pavements, I lay, completely still, on my mattress. My windows, open wide, allowing chilling air to pass through and engulf, accompanied by the haunting yet thrilling sounds of the ambient nightlife below. My eyes stare slightly ajar, within a dark room lit barely by the shadows of neon light and the flow of the moon from the skies. With a completely blank mind, but not a drop of ink, my ears write a symphony of the noises that surround. A mixture of sirens, music and shouting stood out, but at the same time, began...
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 1:25pm
27th Jan 2012 1:25pm
War will have no requiem.
War Will Have No Requiem.
I begin and end my article with one simple line,
“Enemies come and go, but in the end, the pain stays the same.”
I write this article because I have seen all over the news, the ravages of war, and soon, I too will be a soldier in this (UK)country’s great Royal Air Force. But I am forced to ask the question, how long? How long until it’s over? How long must we wait as a race, until we all believe in the same thing, act the same way and live the same lives over and over until our ultimate and inevitable demise. War is a tool used by both, the...
I begin and end my article with one simple line,
“Enemies come and go, but in the end, the pain stays the same.”
I write this article because I have seen all over the news, the ravages of war, and soon, I too will be a soldier in this (UK)country’s great Royal Air Force. But I am forced to ask the question, how long? How long until it’s over? How long must we wait as a race, until we all believe in the same thing, act the same way and live the same lives over and over until our ultimate and inevitable demise. War is a tool used by both, the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Jul 2011 11:17am
20th Jul 2011 11:17am
Thy, Crooked Door!
I wake up in the night, astuttering, not knowing of the fright, infront of my eyes. It was thy chamber door, thy crooked old chamber door. I get out of my bed glore, in hopes that I use the loo once more but as I go to stutter more on my floor.. CREEK CREEK!! Goes my chamber door.
Too loud and the whole house comes a knocking. Knocking, knocking upon my chamber door, knocking thus and knocking more.
I begin to open it slower, and slower I go with thy creeky door, but alas, it creeks once more, creeks it does and nothing more.
Suddenly they wake up tapping, everyone wakes up...
Too loud and the whole house comes a knocking. Knocking, knocking upon my chamber door, knocking thus and knocking more.
I begin to open it slower, and slower I go with thy creeky door, but alas, it creeks once more, creeks it does and nothing more.
Suddenly they wake up tapping, everyone wakes up...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Jul 2011 10:57am
20th Jul 2011 10:57am
Never Lost
It was when I had looked into her eyes, I had realised how wrong I had been. My dearest lover had been there for me through thick and thin, and with this, my dear does one simple thing wrong and I am too quick to accuse her.
I love her with all my heart, so I came back to her. One mistake by the innocent does not make up for the thousands made by the criminal. I, for one, am sorry to the fact that I almost lost her, but now that I have her in my arms once more, that gentle rest in bed each dear morning, looking at her sleep once more, I know that I will hold unto her until our final days....
I love her with all my heart, so I came back to her. One mistake by the innocent does not make up for the thousands made by the criminal. I, for one, am sorry to the fact that I almost lost her, but now that I have her in my arms once more, that gentle rest in bed each dear morning, looking at her sleep once more, I know that I will hold unto her until our final days....
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2011 10:24am
29th Mar 2011 10:24am
The Blood Countess.
On a warm summers day,
In fifteen sixty,
Was born a new baby,
Named Elizabeth Bathory,
Bore into a family,
Which was large nonetheless,
She would later lose her mind,
To become the Blood Countess,
It all began,
When she became twenty five,
She would begin to take girls,
Then she would take their lives,
One by one,
She would hack and she would saw,
Bathing in their blood,
To become forever more,
Ten, Twenty,
She continued to kill,
Not for their blood,
But for the shock and the...
In fifteen sixty,
Was born a new baby,
Named Elizabeth Bathory,
Bore into a family,
Which was large nonetheless,
She would later lose her mind,
To become the Blood Countess,
It all began,
When she became twenty five,
She would begin to take girls,
Then she would take their lives,
One by one,
She would hack and she would saw,
Bathing in their blood,
To become forever more,
Ten, Twenty,
She continued to kill,
Not for their blood,
But for the shock and the...
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