Submissions by Tigershen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Re: Sewer of Self Abomination
Times hard spent ,slept in sewers of self abomination,
Amidst the playboys playpen, playing morality games,
With Fame hungers with a penchant for emotional enslavement, leaving me naked,
Birth place tainted with paternal suicide and heroin smoke, sick of being the perennial joke , amidst ethnic observers,
Sanity exchanged like stolen goods at cash converters, Stereotype, me never, seems to be a cyclical pre cursor,
Neighbourhood full of lost hopes, disciples of fictious gangster...
Amidst the playboys playpen, playing morality games,
With Fame hungers with a penchant for emotional enslavement, leaving me naked,
Birth place tainted with paternal suicide and heroin smoke, sick of being the perennial joke , amidst ethnic observers,
Sanity exchanged like stolen goods at cash converters, Stereotype, me never, seems to be a cyclical pre cursor,
Neighbourhood full of lost hopes, disciples of fictious gangster...
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Re: Time froze.
Time froze like a epic moments in the asharam, tempting celibates into my phenomic sanctum,
My thoughts propose seedy epilogues with randy rogues in an incessant epilogue, carefree with my spirit like pre marital affairs,
Morality unhinged like burning spurs within a tribal mating initiation, my virtue perplexed in sultry hexes,
Chain to my lustful overtures like war victims, raped by mere perverse persuasion, with hesitation,
Surf waves of condemnation, to fertilise my innate emotional desposition,...
My thoughts propose seedy epilogues with randy rogues in an incessant epilogue, carefree with my spirit like pre marital affairs,
Morality unhinged like burning spurs within a tribal mating initiation, my virtue perplexed in sultry hexes,
Chain to my lustful overtures like war victims, raped by mere perverse persuasion, with hesitation,
Surf waves of condemnation, to fertilise my innate emotional desposition,...
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Re: Disowned by despondency.
Lonely, Disowned,
My cultural cloak burns under the Anglican fire,
Hope a 'whore ' I left seasick on my foray into self dissarray,
My sentiments feel so passe, Asian yet not entirely avant-garde, Cinnamon skinned and scarred with destiny I play cards,
Be wary of the sharks in these choppy waters, Deep blue like the vision of an imperialist,
I stay bludgeoned, To the bloody realisation, Deafened by the perverse percussion of cultural Marxist presumption,
An eastern blend of cannabis of colonialism, A bastardised brit with Borrowed...
My cultural cloak burns under the Anglican fire,
Hope a 'whore ' I left seasick on my foray into self dissarray,
My sentiments feel so passe, Asian yet not entirely avant-garde, Cinnamon skinned and scarred with destiny I play cards,
Be wary of the sharks in these choppy waters, Deep blue like the vision of an imperialist,
I stay bludgeoned, To the bloody realisation, Deafened by the perverse percussion of cultural Marxist presumption,
An eastern blend of cannabis of colonialism, A bastardised brit with Borrowed...
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Re: Suicide
Time is tantric to the tyrants,
Who advised, I analysed it,
Whilst burning incense at my fathers inquest,
I digest lies to multiply,
Mad mathematican,
without jurisdiction,
suicide a self affliction,
A doting wife,
loses her soulmate,
while a body hangs from a rope,
With a self addressed envelope,
Laced with hope,
My...
Who advised, I analysed it,
Whilst burning incense at my fathers inquest,
I digest lies to multiply,
Mad mathematican,
without jurisdiction,
suicide a self affliction,
A doting wife,
loses her soulmate,
while a body hangs from a rope,
With a self addressed envelope,
Laced with hope,
My...
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Re: Is she the one ?
For is she the one to harbour ,
This heart of mine?,
Forlorn,
I seek refuge in mutual glances,
Amorous affection,
Is she the Angel I seek,
Or a diva in deception?
Her lips sing sweet hymns,
Beyond the lullaby,
She is beautiful and wise,
Beautiful by design,
The silhouette of her soul,
Etched into my mind like telepathy, ...
This heart of mine?,
Forlorn,
I seek refuge in mutual glances,
Amorous affection,
Is she the Angel I seek,
Or a diva in deception?
Her lips sing sweet hymns,
Beyond the lullaby,
She is beautiful and wise,
Beautiful by design,
The silhouette of her soul,
Etched into my mind like telepathy, ...
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Re: Love is a Battlefield
Soulful outpourings from a soul devoid of an abode,
House this hedonism,
Before it leaves like thieves in heist ridden flights,
Be wary of the road for footsteps are cruel reminders of the glorious staircase to a destination unknown,
Your body lies dormant,cold, foreign but not alone,
My inertia is cradled by confidence crushed, by the perennial naysayers, Grizzled gatekeepers,
Wellwishers are whipped into an frenzy of incessant fervour, Your ego screams did you deserve her ?
For is she the siren you seek?
...
House this hedonism,
Before it leaves like thieves in heist ridden flights,
Be wary of the road for footsteps are cruel reminders of the glorious staircase to a destination unknown,
Your body lies dormant,cold, foreign but not alone,
My inertia is cradled by confidence crushed, by the perennial naysayers, Grizzled gatekeepers,
Wellwishers are whipped into an frenzy of incessant fervour, Your ego screams did you deserve her ?
For is she the siren you seek?
...
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Re: Leper Heart
Leper heart.
Leper heart so infected,
Addled with heart ache,
U weep uncontrollably,
While your soul sleeps,
One a symbol of self hood,
Your heart is meek,
One upton a time you shephered your love,
Like a herdsman,
But now You are lost like the rest of the flock,
Bastardising your true worth,
Hurt is your harem,
You frequent when loneliness prevails,
Time is nothing but atyrant,
For once he was healer,
For now it is nothing buta...
Leper heart so infected,
Addled with heart ache,
U weep uncontrollably,
While your soul sleeps,
One a symbol of self hood,
Your heart is meek,
One upton a time you shephered your love,
Like a herdsman,
But now You are lost like the rest of the flock,
Bastardising your true worth,
Hurt is your harem,
You frequent when loneliness prevails,
Time is nothing but atyrant,
For once he was healer,
For now it is nothing buta...
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Re: Post modern Britain.
I count cash,
Cold hard figures,
Waiting for my soul to be delivered,
I sit amidst the screams of yuppy fiends,
Who preach the blue eyed dreams,
I look to the east for solidarity and peace,
But mother India does not heed my screams,
I cradle her bossom,
But its too late,
Birthed by western conception,
For will the young heed the lessons,
I...
Cold hard figures,
Waiting for my soul to be delivered,
I sit amidst the screams of yuppy fiends,
Who preach the blue eyed dreams,
I look to the east for solidarity and peace,
But mother India does not heed my screams,
I cradle her bossom,
But its too late,
Birthed by western conception,
For will the young heed the lessons,
I...
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Liquid poison.
Liquid poison,
My eye are glazed ,
Red like soviet mist,
My blood boils,
I clench my fist,
I want you more,
Tempting me with your liquid,
I lust for the poison,
Pervert my mind like demonic scriptures,
Take me away from my inner torment,
Unrepenting, I see Lucifer in that liquor,
My heads spinning,
My eye are glazed ,
Red like soviet mist,
My blood boils,
I clench my fist,
I want you more,
Tempting me with your liquid,
I lust for the poison,
Pervert my mind like demonic scriptures,
Take me away from my inner torment,
Unrepenting, I see Lucifer in that liquor,
My heads spinning,
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Life is a tribulation
Life is a tribulation,
A vortex of perplexed thought,
Often littered with pawns,
A game not for the faint hearted or ill willed,
God , I still disbelieve,
For have i sinned,
i whisper my despondency quietly,
Hoping the angels will cup my sentiments,
Like raindrops in autumn seasons,
cyclic like my emotions,
a nonstop camouflage,
A carousel of dreamed visions,
still awaiting for for that mermaid,
To swim a shore,
My rivers run deep,
...
A vortex of perplexed thought,
Often littered with pawns,
A game not for the faint hearted or ill willed,
God , I still disbelieve,
For have i sinned,
i whisper my despondency quietly,
Hoping the angels will cup my sentiments,
Like raindrops in autumn seasons,
cyclic like my emotions,
a nonstop camouflage,
A carousel of dreamed visions,
still awaiting for for that mermaid,
To swim a shore,
My rivers run deep,
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
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