Submissions by TheNewImpostor
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Never sat down to write a poem ever - they just bubble up from my unconscious mind, and I have to write them down to make them shut the fuck up
All of This and Nothing
The Big Bang birthed something from Nothing’s first call,
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.
Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.
Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
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Through
this boy don't care no more
lets cold winds howl through broken door
through hollow head across the hall
where sunbeams dance upon the wall
and through his eyes he lets them fall
this boy don't feel no more
soul's shipwrecked on some frozen shore
and slow tears sail through closing eyes
and drench the ground and rip the skies
because all your words of love were lies
lets cold winds howl through broken door
through hollow head across the hall
where sunbeams dance upon the wall
and through his eyes he lets them fall
this boy don't feel no more
soul's shipwrecked on some frozen shore
and slow tears sail through closing eyes
and drench the ground and rip the skies
because all your words of love were lies
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Time's Up
Through silent rooms glide long-gone faces
Mumbling ghosts in fading places
Promises turned to decay
Time's blood drips my life away.
Child lost in a mystic maze
Cries out in the thickening haze
Dreams of magic paths to Earth
A time to die, to find rebirth.
World floats round in empty space
Longs to vanish without trace
Not much more this mind can take
Time stops still - something must break.
Mumbling ghosts in fading places
Promises turned to decay
Time's blood drips my life away.
Child lost in a mystic maze
Cries out in the thickening haze
Dreams of magic paths to Earth
A time to die, to find rebirth.
World floats round in empty space
Longs to vanish without trace
Not much more this mind can take
Time stops still - something must break.
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Tipping Point
It's the end of the story at the end of our days
And we're breaking all the laws 'cause we learned it's crime that pays
I can't hear what you're saying but I feel what you've seen
I'll tell you where I'm going if you'll tell me where you've been.
Take a tip from the tipping point: do not tell the truth
Forget your friends and family, they are totally without ruth
Make a fist with your hand and punch the poisonous air with pride
You know now no-one's worth it because no-one's on your side.
And we're breaking all the laws 'cause we learned it's crime that pays
I can't hear what you're saying but I feel what you've seen
I'll tell you where I'm going if you'll tell me where you've been.
Take a tip from the tipping point: do not tell the truth
Forget your friends and family, they are totally without ruth
Make a fist with your hand and punch the poisonous air with pride
You know now no-one's worth it because no-one's on your side.
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Nought
This verse contains no message
'Cause I’ve nothing left to say -
I only wrote these words down
In the hope they’d go away.
But since you’ve made it to this point
I’ll leave you food for thought:
Is it the lesson learned that counts
Or what you’ve not been taught?
For those who can’t catch on to this
Are well and truly caught -
The hook, the line, the sinker,
They all add up to: NOUGHT.
'Cause I’ve nothing left to say -
I only wrote these words down
In the hope they’d go away.
But since you’ve made it to this point
I’ll leave you food for thought:
Is it the lesson learned that counts
Or what you’ve not been taught?
For those who can’t catch on to this
Are well and truly caught -
The hook, the line, the sinker,
They all add up to: NOUGHT.
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Heft
do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?
can't make much sense of this strange story,
packed with heroes chasing glory:
I thought love was why we bother,
primed for action we just hover.
woke up in shock from dreams of leaving,
sweat-soaked sheets and stomach heaving:
can't work out why I keep falling,
no-one seems to hear me calling.
just say the word, I'll take you there,
unload this world for fuck knows where,
and lose all memory of the myth-made past,
live each moment like it's our last.
magic...
do you feel the tale unfold?
can't make much sense of this strange story,
packed with heroes chasing glory:
I thought love was why we bother,
primed for action we just hover.
woke up in shock from dreams of leaving,
sweat-soaked sheets and stomach heaving:
can't work out why I keep falling,
no-one seems to hear me calling.
just say the word, I'll take you there,
unload this world for fuck knows where,
and lose all memory of the myth-made past,
live each moment like it's our last.
magic...
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Circles
life is circular today
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train
yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train
yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.
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the end
so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?
like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die
and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?
like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die
and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose
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Gone Down
So this is what I get:
the well-meant lies,
the booby-prize.
And this is what I feel:
an empty hole,
the sun burned cold.
Now this is how it goes:
the sky comes down,
the wild wind blows.
the well-meant lies,
the booby-prize.
And this is what I feel:
an empty hole,
the sun burned cold.
Now this is how it goes:
the sky comes down,
the wild wind blows.
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Alarm Raised
Last time Alarm came screaming through my home
It shook the house close to disaster;
Killed some kids in the family
And wound up my heart to beat faster.
This time it sneaked in like a thief:
Ghostly and totally unheard;
Flashed like daylight lightning,
Flapped like a frightened bird.
Caught me playing out some social fantasy,
Wound up in other people's history,
Woven blindly into human tapestry,
Proud and vain and drenched in glory.
Cursed me with a scream which froze my blood,
Squeezed my heart till it burst upon a beat;...
It shook the house close to disaster;
Killed some kids in the family
And wound up my heart to beat faster.
This time it sneaked in like a thief:
Ghostly and totally unheard;
Flashed like daylight lightning,
Flapped like a frightened bird.
Caught me playing out some social fantasy,
Wound up in other people's history,
Woven blindly into human tapestry,
Proud and vain and drenched in glory.
Cursed me with a scream which froze my blood,
Squeezed my heart till it burst upon a beat;...
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Parallel
look forward in awe
not backward in anger,
make that double-take on our dual doppelganger,
and with both tongues immortalise
and with each hand dichotomise
the thought, the word, the glittering prize
a duel of twins, a dangerous game,
though ripped apart we yet remain
with twisted lies to split our sin
like lost stars locked in fatal spin
the schisms in this two-tone voice
are echoes of our schizoid choice:
to take the one-way parallel
which beams to heaven or to hell
- the same old place, though we can't tell
not backward in anger,
make that double-take on our dual doppelganger,
and with both tongues immortalise
and with each hand dichotomise
the thought, the word, the glittering prize
a duel of twins, a dangerous game,
though ripped apart we yet remain
with twisted lies to split our sin
like lost stars locked in fatal spin
the schisms in this two-tone voice
are echoes of our schizoid choice:
to take the one-way parallel
which beams to heaven or to hell
- the same old place, though we can't tell
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Vile
There's less of him
The rest of him
and all that was the best of him
has left here
and gone westerly
the heft, it finally got to him
In interim
Don't sing to him
He's churning out some stinking hymn
And all he's really thinking is
that change is not the thing for him
So down the drain
Goes dishwater
The all and nought that stands for her
And now the joke's the thought of her
From mother down to grand-daughter
Is violence so much a sin?
It does what it says on the tin
Not crying to some violin
Not trying...
The rest of him
and all that was the best of him
has left here
and gone westerly
the heft, it finally got to him
In interim
Don't sing to him
He's churning out some stinking hymn
And all he's really thinking is
that change is not the thing for him
So down the drain
Goes dishwater
The all and nought that stands for her
And now the joke's the thought of her
From mother down to grand-daughter
Is violence so much a sin?
It does what it says on the tin
Not crying to some violin
Not trying...
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