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
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2012 00:33am
25th May 2012 00:33am
Liminal
It seems I've gone all liminal
But luckily it's not criminal
And, best, my life's not minimal
I've found my inner animal.
But luckily it's not criminal
And, best, my life's not minimal
I've found my inner animal.
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DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2012 00:31am
25th May 2012 00:31am
Crawl
Doctors, dealers, onion-peelers
Help me find my face within the crowd;
Evil semen, swarm of demons
Crawls across my mind like a storm-cloud.
Father-killers, mother-fuckers
Line the halls of history without end;
Arsehole-lickers, nipple-suckers,
We do not evolve, we just descend.
Help me find my face within the crowd;
Evil semen, swarm of demons
Crawls across my mind like a storm-cloud.
Father-killers, mother-fuckers
Line the halls of history without end;
Arsehole-lickers, nipple-suckers,
We do not evolve, we just descend.
700 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd May 2012 2:11pm
23rd May 2012 2:11pm
Erase
This don't work
Such and so
I won't lurk
I'll just go.
No more hope
So be kind
Erase tape
Full rewind
Such and so
I won't lurk
I'll just go.
No more hope
So be kind
Erase tape
Full rewind
579 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd May 2012 2:06pm
23rd May 2012 2:06pm
Death rattle
Blood and fire
Earth and skin
Bone and ashes
Out is in
Day is broken
Moon to Sun
All are fallen
It is done
-followed by my beating drum
Sounding out what is to come
To live and die on this cold day
To fade from colour into gray
Love or loss
Slave or boss
Snarling snouts
Growling shouts
Teeth in flesh
Moments mesh
Bleeding eyes
Swarm of flies
No more words
Gurgling cries
End of battle
Come death rattle
Earth and skin
Bone and ashes
Out is in
Day is broken
Moon to Sun
All are fallen
It is done
-followed by my beating drum
Sounding out what is to come
To live and die on this cold day
To fade from colour into gray
Love or loss
Slave or boss
Snarling snouts
Growling shouts
Teeth in flesh
Moments mesh
Bleeding eyes
Swarm of flies
No more words
Gurgling cries
End of battle
Come death rattle
623 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2012 4:54pm
21st May 2012 4:54pm
ShadowVerse
The mystery of history
Is nothing but mythology
Like culture and society
It all adds up to lies to me
And why, you see, I feel this way
Has got to do with deep dismay
At humans in these fading days
Forgetting all their yesterdays
That's why I do not sleep in bed
But chase round mental ghosts instead
Who play their games inside my head
Who'll never leave until I'm dead
But these shadows are not my curse
My real foes are even worse
They're coming for me in a hearse
Because I hissed their names in verse
Is nothing but mythology
Like culture and society
It all adds up to lies to me
And why, you see, I feel this way
Has got to do with deep dismay
At humans in these fading days
Forgetting all their yesterdays
That's why I do not sleep in bed
But chase round mental ghosts instead
Who play their games inside my head
Who'll never leave until I'm dead
But these shadows are not my curse
My real foes are even worse
They're coming for me in a hearse
Because I hissed their names in verse
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2012 4:51pm
21st May 2012 4:51pm
The Truth
Lies become reality:
She wears them like a frock,
So that her prime creation
Cannot tell cunt from cock.
Believe your propaganda?
It's meant for them not you!
For someone had to do it:
So we would do it too.
She wears them like a frock,
So that her prime creation
Cannot tell cunt from cock.
Believe your propaganda?
It's meant for them not you!
For someone had to do it:
So we would do it too.
616 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th May 2012 9:17pm
20th May 2012 9:17pm
Mandala
Make me one with everything
Asked the Buddhist of the vendor,
Nothingness is what we sing
Dreamt the bird so small and tender,
All is one and one is all,
Liminal we stand or fall
And so nirvana render.
Asked the Buddhist of the vendor,
Nothingness is what we sing
Dreamt the bird so small and tender,
All is one and one is all,
Liminal we stand or fall
And so nirvana render.
903 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
20th May 2012 9:12pm
20th May 2012 9:12pm
Already Know
Death hangs ahead of me
Like some grisly crow
Waiting for the end of the show
Stating what we all already know
Death stinks of rotten flesh
Cries like a strangled bird
Never going to say a single word
Stating what we all already know
Like some grisly crow
Waiting for the end of the show
Stating what we all already know
Death stinks of rotten flesh
Cries like a strangled bird
Never going to say a single word
Stating what we all already know
585 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th May 2012 5:52pm
18th May 2012 5:52pm
Monkey on the Back
There's a monkey hanging heavy round your neck and down your back
I wish it wasn't there, nor a metaphor for smack
If you could start your life from scratch and do it all again
There'd be a monkey on your back and I'd be sat here with this pen
If the monkey is a metaphor, why does it matter more?
Oh, your father was a bastard and your mother was a whore
Well we all have holes inside our heads and rhymes within our voice
So don't torment dead souls for all those times which were your choice
If the monkey still likes living on your back, then ask it...
I wish it wasn't there, nor a metaphor for smack
If you could start your life from scratch and do it all again
There'd be a monkey on your back and I'd be sat here with this pen
If the monkey is a metaphor, why does it matter more?
Oh, your father was a bastard and your mother was a whore
Well we all have holes inside our heads and rhymes within our voice
So don't torment dead souls for all those times which were your choice
If the monkey still likes living on your back, then ask it...
780 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2012 5:48pm
18th May 2012 5:48pm
Where?
I was raised in a border town called Curiosity,
Where the people all seemed kind of spurious to me,
So I left to learn from books at the old monastery
Where the monks taught me science and arts and much of mystery.
And now I live in a house called Liberty.
There is a garden out the back
Where stands an apple tree.
The rent I pay is high - but our land is free.
The windows stop the rain
But let the light come through,
Which shows the features on my face
And all the things I do,
But not the creatures in those places
Where these last...
Where the people all seemed kind of spurious to me,
So I left to learn from books at the old monastery
Where the monks taught me science and arts and much of mystery.
And now I live in a house called Liberty.
There is a garden out the back
Where stands an apple tree.
The rent I pay is high - but our land is free.
The windows stop the rain
But let the light come through,
Which shows the features on my face
And all the things I do,
But not the creatures in those places
Where these last...
602 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2012 10:35pm
16th May 2012 10:35pm
Dark Soul
Call me Legion, for we are many” Mark 5.9, The Bible
In this vast desert called the soul
There is no Christ, no God, no Goal -
But all the demons of the dark unknown
Storm madly round this secret home.
A comet passes through the skies,
The trail’s reflected in your eyes;
Innocence in the aftermath
Is all that will survive our final act.
My yo-yo heart which pumps hot blood
Can only feel what’s understood;
What should we do? Who really cares?
Go count your bloody money in your stinking lairs.
Honesty is a sacrifice of joy,...
In this vast desert called the soul
There is no Christ, no God, no Goal -
But all the demons of the dark unknown
Storm madly round this secret home.
A comet passes through the skies,
The trail’s reflected in your eyes;
Innocence in the aftermath
Is all that will survive our final act.
My yo-yo heart which pumps hot blood
Can only feel what’s understood;
What should we do? Who really cares?
Go count your bloody money in your stinking lairs.
Honesty is a sacrifice of joy,...
637 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th May 2012 10:10pm
16th May 2012 10:10pm
Unzipping
Something's coming
My head's humming
I smell strange scents on the breeze
You keep squawking
Lips keep talking
My eyes stare and your words tease.
Sad hands fumbling
Mad thoughts crumbling
I taste midnight in the air
Feet start tripping
Head's unzipping
My light shines and you are there.
My head's humming
I smell strange scents on the breeze
You keep squawking
Lips keep talking
My eyes stare and your words tease.
Sad hands fumbling
Mad thoughts crumbling
I taste midnight in the air
Feet start tripping
Head's unzipping
My light shines and you are there.
803 reads
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