Submissions by Uley-Bone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 10:40am
27th Nov 2012 10:40am
Restless Intentions
*(Subtitle: Who Brings a Good Luck Charm To the End Of the World). Originally written for the "It's the end of the world as we know IT! contest, but then it got a tad long winded, so I pulled it.
The italicized song lyrics are "Another Christmas Song" by Jethro Tull.**
"Hope everyone is ringing on their own bell this fine morning"...
Caught in the recline of some nowhere, nowhen upon the back of my America; with a fresh beer and just enough cigarettes to get just a tad beyond another ominous hour
"Hope everyone is...
The italicized song lyrics are "Another Christmas Song" by Jethro Tull.**
"Hope everyone is ringing on their own bell this fine morning"...
Caught in the recline of some nowhere, nowhen upon the back of my America; with a fresh beer and just enough cigarettes to get just a tad beyond another ominous hour
"Hope everyone is...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 7:48am
27th Nov 2012 7:48am
The Haunting Of the Ragdoll
Shut away within the midnight asylum
where the ill-repentant fly sheds dissonance
into the spectrum of silence, a small
moresel for the wretched pen, within a stir
of the old revenant hearts...
Peer'n through these blackened walls
are the echoes of old laughter set,
like decay o'ercomes the scent' the
maddening call of wildflowers--
which disturb the air
with beauty and imperfection.
"Every petal plucked seems a sin,"
she smiled sadly at her own reflection.
"Be it for love or of some other devotion; ...
where the ill-repentant fly sheds dissonance
into the spectrum of silence, a small
moresel for the wretched pen, within a stir
of the old revenant hearts...
Peer'n through these blackened walls
are the echoes of old laughter set,
like decay o'ercomes the scent' the
maddening call of wildflowers--
which disturb the air
with beauty and imperfection.
"Every petal plucked seems a sin,"
she smiled sadly at her own reflection.
"Be it for love or of some other devotion; ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 10:48am
24th Nov 2012 10:48am
One For the Road
*Originally posted in "The End" competition.**
This is a waiting room for the heart's last lonely panic...
Regret, a tepid pool
of longings unfulfilled
long before this final residue
of autumn spilt
its delicate--
indifferently.
What else could I tell you now, if my life were not my faith...
Drifting away
from this small dark gathering
of sorrows
for another creature's pain
become unbearable.
As long as I may love you,
I would never
have led you here--
wanting.
I cannot catch her...
This is a waiting room for the heart's last lonely panic...
Regret, a tepid pool
of longings unfulfilled
long before this final residue
of autumn spilt
its delicate--
indifferently.
What else could I tell you now, if my life were not my faith...
Drifting away
from this small dark gathering
of sorrows
for another creature's pain
become unbearable.
As long as I may love you,
I would never
have led you here--
wanting.
I cannot catch her...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2012 7:39am
22nd Nov 2012 7:39am
The Undertow
*Originally submitted for "Incy-Wincy Spider" competition**
Led unto his obsidian pane
beneath which dreams
become unfixed within
the cerebral web.
She dreamed of you...
Subconscious panels shift
unhinged within the sterling frame
which once caged the spirit
captive an asylum
of the fiercest cold chamber
of the heart.
Within the pain-drive
Helplessly watching on
as a another soul is shattered
in Heaven's residue.
Marked from Hell
by white quills
with bloody nibs
scrawling the...
Led unto his obsidian pane
beneath which dreams
become unfixed within
the cerebral web.
She dreamed of you...
Subconscious panels shift
unhinged within the sterling frame
which once caged the spirit
captive an asylum
of the fiercest cold chamber
of the heart.
Within the pain-drive
Helplessly watching on
as a another soul is shattered
in Heaven's residue.
Marked from Hell
by white quills
with bloody nibs
scrawling the...
566 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Nov 2012 8:58am
21st Nov 2012 8:58am
Winter-Ghosts (Part One)
*An initial bit of fiction, more will be posted up later if anyone has any interest to read. This is just another one of my Tell County tales (a fictional county in Michigan's Upper Peninsula). Hope you enjoy it.
Uley**
Handsome Teller envisioned walls and stairs through the din of worrisome sensations, and the thick gray clouds which seemed to thicken the cold into a stillness from which winter storms are born. Handy, as he was more often called, due to the fact that he was a jack of all trades--and would take whatever work as it came. In times when work came slow, he could...
Uley**
Handsome Teller envisioned walls and stairs through the din of worrisome sensations, and the thick gray clouds which seemed to thicken the cold into a stillness from which winter storms are born. Handy, as he was more often called, due to the fact that he was a jack of all trades--and would take whatever work as it came. In times when work came slow, he could...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 9:48am
20th Nov 2012 9:48am
The Hybrid
Led unto the gentle scent
which most disturbs my nature.
Underneath the skin,
a moon-tide of patterns,
where even faith
cannot dissuade
the restless,
primitive cabal
of creatures, and their
abominations;
senseless to good or evil,
led only by the drive
of instinct,
and the determination
that there is
so much more to this place
than what imaginary lines
as the soul may construct
to save itself
from such an imperfect world.
Little poet,
trying to keep his room
all white,
for the daily spoken...
which most disturbs my nature.
Underneath the skin,
a moon-tide of patterns,
where even faith
cannot dissuade
the restless,
primitive cabal
of creatures, and their
abominations;
senseless to good or evil,
led only by the drive
of instinct,
and the determination
that there is
so much more to this place
than what imaginary lines
as the soul may construct
to save itself
from such an imperfect world.
Little poet,
trying to keep his room
all white,
for the daily spoken...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 11:51am
18th Nov 2012 11:51am
Nostalg-Ticked
Led and left before this November night sky...
Chemistry vie heart and soul
dissolves into a less volatile mix
as one more cold, unfixed shadow
is driven deep below this southern
cityscape of buzzing neon hornets
feast and shit skeletonized dreams;
moths fumbling e'er upward
toward some new Shang Gri La
As this machine, which had once
carried me along stands silent--
unchained, and still ready to move.
The roads, streets and avenues
which led us here, as if drawn
to the ends of the world, ...
Chemistry vie heart and soul
dissolves into a less volatile mix
as one more cold, unfixed shadow
is driven deep below this southern
cityscape of buzzing neon hornets
feast and shit skeletonized dreams;
moths fumbling e'er upward
toward some new Shang Gri La
As this machine, which had once
carried me along stands silent--
unchained, and still ready to move.
The roads, streets and avenues
which led us here, as if drawn
to the ends of the world, ...
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