Submissions by UbiquitousVoid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction 'And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.' - Friedrich Nietzsche
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2018 10:33pm
15th Jul 2018 10:33pm
TRAFFIC : CAGE
Inhalation
Iron taste, charcoal lips
The smears of every word
That splay my wish
Hallucination
Bloodshot, polished sky
Read me wide tonight
Before I'm able to sleep
You pulled me down
From torture and rage
My God in a cage
What's lost, I found
Mounds beneath the pain
My God in a
Cage
Pulp and filth
Steel bar headrest
Never question why
As my voice died
Cannot resist to spill
Eaten alive inside
Salivated, frozen sweat
And formaldehyde ...
Iron taste, charcoal lips
The smears of every word
That splay my wish
Hallucination
Bloodshot, polished sky
Read me wide tonight
Before I'm able to sleep
You pulled me down
From torture and rage
My God in a cage
What's lost, I found
Mounds beneath the pain
My God in a
Cage
Pulp and filth
Steel bar headrest
Never question why
As my voice died
Cannot resist to spill
Eaten alive inside
Salivated, frozen sweat
And formaldehyde ...
20 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2018 4:59pm
25th Jun 2018 4:59pm
OCH KOCHANIE
Real as the soles, caked with rime
That empty into the wood and lime
That rest nigh the front door
And the allure of that homely flame
Dancing upon the windowpane
That beckons moths to the glass
And the gaps in the symphonic white
To where her translucent thoughts lie
And the bite of the howling wind
Seeping into the hall to meet its kin
That hadn't been felt before
And those orbs that glisten with foreboding
As the crackling of the flame falls silent...
That empty into the wood and lime
That rest nigh the front door
And the allure of that homely flame
Dancing upon the windowpane
That beckons moths to the glass
And the gaps in the symphonic white
To where her translucent thoughts lie
And the bite of the howling wind
Seeping into the hall to meet its kin
That hadn't been felt before
And those orbs that glisten with foreboding
As the crackling of the flame falls silent...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2018 11:08am
19th May 2018 11:08am
ANIMA
I. OF THE DIHEDRAL SELF I: MIND
'Tunneling through the dark
There is a singular, dim light
Aeons away, yet ever so close'
Reflected in his eyes
Was a deep cinnabar hue
Of the sunset that betrayed him
Yet the panic begins to subside
As the void encroaches
Beyond the seen, despoiled sheen
Stains of departed empathy
There waits a thousand words
To replicate humanity
As vision fades beneath the white
A symptom reached, a spark ignites
As I wade through ghosts of the moon ...
'Tunneling through the dark
There is a singular, dim light
Aeons away, yet ever so close'
Reflected in his eyes
Was a deep cinnabar hue
Of the sunset that betrayed him
Yet the panic begins to subside
As the void encroaches
Beyond the seen, despoiled sheen
Stains of departed empathy
There waits a thousand words
To replicate humanity
As vision fades beneath the white
A symptom reached, a spark ignites
As I wade through ghosts of the moon ...
73 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2018 10:08pm
8th May 2018 10:08pm
AN OMINOUS AIR FILLS THIS PLACE
A word rests upon a discarded page
Concave, as it bled from a voiceless heart
Reaching for lines that could mask the disdain
Of finding that the end has become the start
'ANIMA'
Concave, as it bled from a voiceless heart
Reaching for lines that could mask the disdain
Of finding that the end has become the start
'ANIMA'
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2018 00:25am
26th Apr 2018 00:25am
LADDER OF NIL
Internalized acrimony
Vessel of a conceptualized eternity
Folding into itself
A lesion upon reason
But those pages do not transcend
And those wings shall be defeathered
Transient self, the oblivious
Where thoughts became a ladder
Once arisen, destined to fall
As weight avails those rungs
And gravity remains once all have gone
To lust for the surreptitious
Consume, become
Ignorant of the waste we left behind
As crowns descend upon dusty thrones
Sloped eyes,...
Vessel of a conceptualized eternity
Folding into itself
A lesion upon reason
But those pages do not transcend
And those wings shall be defeathered
Transient self, the oblivious
Where thoughts became a ladder
Once arisen, destined to fall
As weight avails those rungs
And gravity remains once all have gone
To lust for the surreptitious
Consume, become
Ignorant of the waste we left behind
As crowns descend upon dusty thrones
Sloped eyes,...
54 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 9:53pm
4th Apr 2018 9:53pm
MARIONETTE
Lethargy...
A split in the sides
Acid membranes
Boil my insides
Scalding rain
Waterfall of I
That only I behold
As it drains into nigh
Too tired to feel
Tethered to the day
Dance, marionette
Until your threads fray
Dance...
A split in the sides
Acid membranes
Boil my insides
Scalding rain
Waterfall of I
That only I behold
As it drains into nigh
Too tired to feel
Tethered to the day
Dance, marionette
Until your threads fray
Dance...
113 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 7:59pm
3rd Apr 2018 7:59pm
AT BLACKWOOD'S EDGE
Of teak and torpor, caged
Behind the one-way oculus
Of a dust curtained vantage
Is the self I loathe to trust
And her ghost was his keeper
That fluid hand on his shoulder
Was never truly felt, until dried
And in the light just below the lintel
From this stained glass prison
Colours the rain that never fell
Upon misericord impressions
But what is it you yearn for?
But a window, or an open door?
Upon the rocks, beneath the shade
At Blackwood's Edge, a debt was paid
...
Behind the one-way oculus
Of a dust curtained vantage
Is the self I loathe to trust
And her ghost was his keeper
That fluid hand on his shoulder
Was never truly felt, until dried
And in the light just below the lintel
From this stained glass prison
Colours the rain that never fell
Upon misericord impressions
But what is it you yearn for?
But a window, or an open door?
Upon the rocks, beneath the shade
At Blackwood's Edge, a debt was paid
...
105 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2018 7:06pm
29th Mar 2018 7:06pm
MASOCHIST
In atramentous hours
Lust dances with anxiety
Availing shadow scours
To supplement futility
The poem written upon your sleeve
Tells of pain and of misery
And within the clandestine
Where you sought the nonpareil
Cruelty in guise of the pristine
Is all you wrought from parallels
Spherical mirror, ball and chain
Captured glimpse of true disdain
For truth demands you self-reflect
Or fall from reach of recompense
And yet...
His embellished eyes
Like gold-coated lead ...
Lust dances with anxiety
Availing shadow scours
To supplement futility
The poem written upon your sleeve
Tells of pain and of misery
And within the clandestine
Where you sought the nonpareil
Cruelty in guise of the pristine
Is all you wrought from parallels
Spherical mirror, ball and chain
Captured glimpse of true disdain
For truth demands you self-reflect
Or fall from reach of recompense
And yet...
His embellished eyes
Like gold-coated lead ...
133 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2018 10:42am
23rd Mar 2018 10:42am
...BUT NOT FOR ME
It is all for you
The bore-hole
Dug straight through me
From my tired eyes
To my aching side
A loaned happiness
In time of turmoil
With rust under my fingernails
And blood on the tips
You stole all of my darkness
With those parted lips
So I asked myself 'why?'
'Why does the sea subside?'
A forgotten vow
Pulled into the tides
And for what else does the salt avail
Than my wounded flesh?
For I am nought but skin and bone
And you, the surfaced abalone
The...
The bore-hole
Dug straight through me
From my tired eyes
To my aching side
A loaned happiness
In time of turmoil
With rust under my fingernails
And blood on the tips
You stole all of my darkness
With those parted lips
So I asked myself 'why?'
'Why does the sea subside?'
A forgotten vow
Pulled into the tides
And for what else does the salt avail
Than my wounded flesh?
For I am nought but skin and bone
And you, the surfaced abalone
The...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2018 7:58pm
16th Mar 2018 7:58pm
PAGES OF NIHIL : ODYSSEY
Barely conscious
But whole
Awake in the future tense
For time to circumvent
I know that it's mine
I unwind
To fade into the sublime
Throbbing silence
Once a swallowing deep
Now indistinguishable from air
Sensory deprivation
Alone with myself
All I hear, my heartbeat
And there is no terror
Proprioception lost
A true spiritual ascent
If I may die, let it be like this
But whole
Awake in the future tense
For time to circumvent
I know that it's mine
I unwind
To fade into the sublime
Throbbing silence
Once a swallowing deep
Now indistinguishable from air
Sensory deprivation
Alone with myself
All I hear, my heartbeat
And there is no terror
Proprioception lost
A true spiritual ascent
If I may die, let it be like this
70 reads
1 Comment
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