Submissions by Uley-Bone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 10:04am
21st Jan 2013 10:04am
One Night
(Something older I wrote, just for fun)
Well- I was toolin' along, just doing my days,
When I came across this Sister, kinda in a daze-
In the middle of nowhere, which is just kinda like
somewhere without a name.
It might have struck me peculiar, if she wasn't so
damn cute
And me being male, that kind of thinking just doesn't compute-
You can't just go diving into folks' faux paus like
that, especially when little brother testosterone give ya nudge and says, "Hey man, you need to check that out."
Now, I'm...
Well- I was toolin' along, just doing my days,
When I came across this Sister, kinda in a daze-
In the middle of nowhere, which is just kinda like
somewhere without a name.
It might have struck me peculiar, if she wasn't so
damn cute
And me being male, that kind of thinking just doesn't compute-
You can't just go diving into folks' faux paus like
that, especially when little brother testosterone give ya nudge and says, "Hey man, you need to check that out."
Now, I'm...
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 11:28am
20th Jan 2013 11:28am
The Cave Of the Salamander Legend (An Allegory)
981 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 10:55am
19th Jan 2013 10:55am
Heaven
Why must I always love or hate you...
The young boy, unimagined
the image in the photograph
that his heart had taken
of something beautiful
vanishing beneath the sunset
Why must I always hate or love you...
Winded by desperation
of trying to keep something
too precious alive,
before his eyes closed
one last time on that world
that he had always known
And became a young man...
Believing that it must
still exist somewhere,
in some after life
that preserves all beauty,
like a...
The young boy, unimagined
the image in the photograph
that his heart had taken
of something beautiful
vanishing beneath the sunset
Why must I always hate or love you...
Winded by desperation
of trying to keep something
too precious alive,
before his eyes closed
one last time on that world
that he had always known
And became a young man...
Believing that it must
still exist somewhere,
in some after life
that preserves all beauty,
like a...
761 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 10:15am
19th Jan 2013 10:15am
Almost Independence Day
Nicotine is one of few
addictions that I choose
to keep, and it could only be
change that led and left me
to become a rebel of fierce gravity
just pulls you along
into the on and on
of what just about everything
is wrong with this scene
And I want to believe that it
is almost Independence Day again...
My Triumph America is ticking
underneath me, the engine is silent
as I watch the hearse rolling
down Main Street, and the only
those that seem to notice are those
caught in behind the traffic
of who...
addictions that I choose
to keep, and it could only be
change that led and left me
to become a rebel of fierce gravity
just pulls you along
into the on and on
of what just about everything
is wrong with this scene
And I want to believe that it
is almost Independence Day again...
My Triumph America is ticking
underneath me, the engine is silent
as I watch the hearse rolling
down Main Street, and the only
those that seem to notice are those
caught in behind the traffic
of who...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 8:55am
16th Jan 2013 8:55am
Symmetry
*for "Military" competition**
Caught up with the God's eye view
from the shit-bird's seat of UH-60,
as the window seat
is really not the place you wanna be
at any kind of altitude
over some big ol' empty space
that lies between where you were
and where the General's got to be
yesterday, today and any
other day of the week
It's not supposed to be cold here
until you like hit outer space,
which I was told we were not going
anywhere near--it is almost kind of
refreshing, to be chattering
shivering...
Caught up with the God's eye view
from the shit-bird's seat of UH-60,
as the window seat
is really not the place you wanna be
at any kind of altitude
over some big ol' empty space
that lies between where you were
and where the General's got to be
yesterday, today and any
other day of the week
It's not supposed to be cold here
until you like hit outer space,
which I was told we were not going
anywhere near--it is almost kind of
refreshing, to be chattering
shivering...
752 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Jan 2013 12:00pm
13th Jan 2013 12:00pm
Moth: Dead Man's Touch & Coriander's Dance
1- Dead Man's Touch
Raymond "Shiloh" Deighton sat at the dead-end roundabout of Mayflower Drive in his old green Miata, with the top down as the midnight hour bloomed full into late spring night. He stared upwards, his seat reclined back and his hand fixed around the neck of the bottle of Old Crow whiskey. Sitting on the dashboard over the radio was an old Browning 1911 pistol, with one round in the tank and nine in the bank. Mayflower Drive meandered through the center of one of the city's older neighborhoods. One that had lost quite a bit of steam as the old brick and...
Raymond "Shiloh" Deighton sat at the dead-end roundabout of Mayflower Drive in his old green Miata, with the top down as the midnight hour bloomed full into late spring night. He stared upwards, his seat reclined back and his hand fixed around the neck of the bottle of Old Crow whiskey. Sitting on the dashboard over the radio was an old Browning 1911 pistol, with one round in the tank and nine in the bank. Mayflower Drive meandered through the center of one of the city's older neighborhoods. One that had lost quite a bit of steam as the old brick and...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 9:01am
9th Jan 2013 9:01am
Scarecrow: Sins Undiscovered
There...
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"It ain't the way you move"...
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"It ain't the way that you move me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
...
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"It ain't the way you move"...
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"It ain't the way that you move me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 8:58am
8th Jan 2013 8:58am
Anima
*Written for "Frightmare" Contest**
Those final night's shadows disband...
Staring out from her covet
a child called Mouse
eyes, scouring the heavens
for the final star
to fade
within the morning's light
Where she once had dreams
of masters--
idols and bloodshed;
industry and science
became the modern gods
of a modern age
now lost to the past.
Ab oblivione--
she watches
as the head
tries to speak
of the abominations,
until she closes
its eyes over
with mud...
Those final night's shadows disband...
Staring out from her covet
a child called Mouse
eyes, scouring the heavens
for the final star
to fade
within the morning's light
Where she once had dreams
of masters--
idols and bloodshed;
industry and science
became the modern gods
of a modern age
now lost to the past.
Ab oblivione--
she watches
as the head
tries to speak
of the abominations,
until she closes
its eyes over
with mud...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Jan 2013 10:52am
6th Jan 2013 10:52am
An Unnatural Kind: 5
5- Devil's Mark
"Where't you been off to, Li'l Ray?" Dave Sweeter asked his daughter as she moved in through her open window, Rachel quickly righting herself as she nearly spilled in over her desktop. Rachel regained her feet and stood up, her eye falling to the beer can in hand and his beet-red eyes. Dave Sweeter was not a very tall man, but the booze seemed to add an extra foot to his 5'6" stature. His curly dark hair was matted down in a ring just over his ears, salt and pepper stubble starting to cover over his lower jaw. Wearing the same old once-white thermal...
"Where't you been off to, Li'l Ray?" Dave Sweeter asked his daughter as she moved in through her open window, Rachel quickly righting herself as she nearly spilled in over her desktop. Rachel regained her feet and stood up, her eye falling to the beer can in hand and his beet-red eyes. Dave Sweeter was not a very tall man, but the booze seemed to add an extra foot to his 5'6" stature. His curly dark hair was matted down in a ring just over his ears, salt and pepper stubble starting to cover over his lower jaw. Wearing the same old once-white thermal...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jan 2013 1:10pm
5th Jan 2013 1:10pm
An Unnatural Kind: 3 & 4
3- Despair
Deputy Miller Hill moved toward the old Sweeter house long after the county lab rats had finished processing the scene, the smell of the swamp, as it was only a fierce gravity that could hold the dank, black waters at the town's edge.
He had heard the whodunnit theories a'plenty from the day shift, none of which took anything more into consideration than the only one living nearby that they would even consider might do anything along these lines wore a name that had been guilty before. Aside from that, John Walker was technically not a part of Crystal River, nor...
Deputy Miller Hill moved toward the old Sweeter house long after the county lab rats had finished processing the scene, the smell of the swamp, as it was only a fierce gravity that could hold the dank, black waters at the town's edge.
He had heard the whodunnit theories a'plenty from the day shift, none of which took anything more into consideration than the only one living nearby that they would even consider might do anything along these lines wore a name that had been guilty before. Aside from that, John Walker was technically not a part of Crystal River, nor...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Jan 2013 2:36pm
3rd Jan 2013 2:36pm
An Unnatural Kind: 1&2
1- Sunrise Through the Fog
John Walker pouched the tobacco into his cheek as he leaned against the side of his bike, staring out across the open field toward the wood-line that ran behind the Sweeter residence. He waited for someone from the McMorran County Sheriff's department as the rain began to fall as the light began to brighten the morning sky, yet the fog was still hung thickly in the lowland areas just beyond the wood-line. His head dropped, and his long dark hair fell down around his face, his eyes closing as he measured off every breath, his blue and white flannel shirt...
John Walker pouched the tobacco into his cheek as he leaned against the side of his bike, staring out across the open field toward the wood-line that ran behind the Sweeter residence. He waited for someone from the McMorran County Sheriff's department as the rain began to fall as the light began to brighten the morning sky, yet the fog was still hung thickly in the lowland areas just beyond the wood-line. His head dropped, and his long dark hair fell down around his face, his eyes closing as he measured off every breath, his blue and white flannel shirt...
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