Submissions by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not a poet. I'm a guy who writes words. Sometimes, people like those words. Sometimes they find meaning in them. And if I can keep doing that, then I'll be around.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 2:23am
19th Mar 2013 2:23am
The one where he pressed 'S' too many times.
So, sitting silent
sipping sharp
so sour,
still somehow sweet (suspect sucrose),
so so sly,
so sublime!
Scribing script scrawled sparsely,
some sibilance seeming somewhat stretched,
silent speech spits syllables synchronously
stapling silly strings somehow steadying stronger structures!
Singularly simple sentences seeming so sporadic; still, somehow sense seen.
Summary,
Such strenuous sentences should stay sunder!
String such sundry syllables? SEEK SOLACE!
sipping sharp
so sour,
still somehow sweet (suspect sucrose),
so so sly,
so sublime!
Scribing script scrawled sparsely,
some sibilance seeming somewhat stretched,
silent speech spits syllables synchronously
stapling silly strings somehow steadying stronger structures!
Singularly simple sentences seeming so sporadic; still, somehow sense seen.
Summary,
Such strenuous sentences should stay sunder!
String such sundry syllables? SEEK SOLACE!
579 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 6:44pm
19th Jan 2013 6:44pm
Je suis 'a comedian'
Having thought myself a rather likable lad,
I now find myself feeling I'm truly quite bad,
once self-perceived as a welcome clown,
the Jester to a mass of misery called 'Town'
but alas, more a cracking smile beneath heaving frown,
a smoking six-gun beyond a stolen crown.
Now speaking from stages and feeding on cheer,
a vampire feeding on xenophobic fear
a monster now facing a blind judge and spear,
a whisper in the ear of the morally unclear.
I will tell you my jokes,
that you might laugh and might cry,
and bring you to see the truth...
I now find myself feeling I'm truly quite bad,
once self-perceived as a welcome clown,
the Jester to a mass of misery called 'Town'
but alas, more a cracking smile beneath heaving frown,
a smoking six-gun beyond a stolen crown.
Now speaking from stages and feeding on cheer,
a vampire feeding on xenophobic fear
a monster now facing a blind judge and spear,
a whisper in the ear of the morally unclear.
I will tell you my jokes,
that you might laugh and might cry,
and bring you to see the truth...
667 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Oct 2012 4:36pm
21st Oct 2012 4:36pm
David Spameron (Yet another rap)
Mr. Cameron, we call this Tory,
But I can't sink this one in the sea,
Unlike Titanic's James who got that ice fresher than Rhi
Kids studying to apply to a university
but this jack-ass went and tripled all of their tuition fees!
So tell me Davey,
what the fuck you thinking of next?
Why don't you try charging the elderly to break their own necks?
You've already managed to piss off everybody in Gregg's
I'm surprised you're still alive and this rhyme's not titled 'Nick Clegg'!
And now you're always preaching about austerity, ...
But I can't sink this one in the sea,
Unlike Titanic's James who got that ice fresher than Rhi
Kids studying to apply to a university
but this jack-ass went and tripled all of their tuition fees!
So tell me Davey,
what the fuck you thinking of next?
Why don't you try charging the elderly to break their own necks?
You've already managed to piss off everybody in Gregg's
I'm surprised you're still alive and this rhyme's not titled 'Nick Clegg'!
And now you're always preaching about austerity, ...
775 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 10:49pm
18th Oct 2012 10:49pm
Shitt Romney (A rap)
It's about to get political, this shit is satirical,
so don't be taking offense then go slamming my lyricals,
I got about half a mind on welfare,
fare well Romney, pop, gone into thin air
And Obama looks like he just hit pause,
he ain't got nothing to say so you can find no flaws
jokers voted for a leader who says he'll stop wars,
then drops another 1000 troops on Syria's borders
So here's what I guess is my philosophy,
don't bother voting for Obama or Romney!
I know that the lyrics here ain't so slick,
but in summary,
don't pay to suck...
so don't be taking offense then go slamming my lyricals,
I got about half a mind on welfare,
fare well Romney, pop, gone into thin air
And Obama looks like he just hit pause,
he ain't got nothing to say so you can find no flaws
jokers voted for a leader who says he'll stop wars,
then drops another 1000 troops on Syria's borders
So here's what I guess is my philosophy,
don't bother voting for Obama or Romney!
I know that the lyrics here ain't so slick,
but in summary,
don't pay to suck...
933 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 8:54pm
12th Oct 2012 8:54pm
King of Beers
Oh Buddy,
with your red cap made of tin,
so full of life and so full of sin.
And tonight I'll break bones with glee,
for you're always with me and within me,
a beautiful coat of warmth in the winter,
the sucking kiss on a rancid splinter.
And Buddy,
you're dark at times,
so hard to define with lines and rhymes.
So tonight I'll sacrifice love in your name,
to bring another morning of squinting to claim,
a brain now screaming and swearing so crude,
I spit 'fuck' at sunlight as if it weren't rude.
Buddy,
maybe next...
with your red cap made of tin,
so full of life and so full of sin.
And tonight I'll break bones with glee,
for you're always with me and within me,
a beautiful coat of warmth in the winter,
the sucking kiss on a rancid splinter.
And Buddy,
you're dark at times,
so hard to define with lines and rhymes.
So tonight I'll sacrifice love in your name,
to bring another morning of squinting to claim,
a brain now screaming and swearing so crude,
I spit 'fuck' at sunlight as if it weren't rude.
Buddy,
maybe next...
774 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2012 11:43pm
9th Oct 2012 11:43pm
Two keys
I play two keys to set the pace
the speed at which we will fall,
soon seeing stars beyond deepest space
and finding life simply beautiful.
She took my hand to walk me to the sea,
a place nobody knows
a place where we can be
She took me to the sand where the ocean kissed my feet
Burying our secrets together a million miles beneath.
I'm playing two keys and setting a pace
the speed at which we'll fall,
now seeing stars in deepest space
and we've never looked more beautiful.
I showed her the supernova I kept under my bed,
a...
the speed at which we will fall,
soon seeing stars beyond deepest space
and finding life simply beautiful.
She took my hand to walk me to the sea,
a place nobody knows
a place where we can be
She took me to the sand where the ocean kissed my feet
Burying our secrets together a million miles beneath.
I'm playing two keys and setting a pace
the speed at which we'll fall,
now seeing stars in deepest space
and we've never looked more beautiful.
I showed her the supernova I kept under my bed,
a...
859 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
16th Aug 2012 10:35pm
16th Aug 2012 10:35pm
The Lights
I stand on that cliff with wind licking my lips
now surrounded by my brothers from the stars,
their arms around my waist and hands on hips,
to show me who and what we all are.
"This planet will burn, now with hatred, soon with
LOVE"
And I know this to be simple fact.
For we've turned too many corners in all of our years,
and none of us know the way back.
"But... we've got hope! WE'RE A SPECIES OF PASSION!"
I cry and I scream to the night,
now alone on the cliff and falling to my knees
without support from that...
now surrounded by my brothers from the stars,
their arms around my waist and hands on hips,
to show me who and what we all are.
"This planet will burn, now with hatred, soon with
LOVE"
And I know this to be simple fact.
For we've turned too many corners in all of our years,
and none of us know the way back.
"But... we've got hope! WE'RE A SPECIES OF PASSION!"
I cry and I scream to the night,
now alone on the cliff and falling to my knees
without support from that...
785 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2012 10:24pm
16th Aug 2012 10:24pm
Liberty
There was a time when freedom was true,
not sold on street corners between pages of newspapers,
nor voted for by citizens blinded by million-dollar posters.
There was a time when freedom was free.
I sign my name on a dotted line to bleed for a nation of children,
led by the hand to a world beyond their grasp
whilst taunted and teased with this notion of Joy,
but always lost before the dying gasp.
Men in suits are advertising my destiny,
charging me for their inconvenience
and it's only 40,000 dollars to be conceived now,
expensive for a...
not sold on street corners between pages of newspapers,
nor voted for by citizens blinded by million-dollar posters.
There was a time when freedom was free.
I sign my name on a dotted line to bleed for a nation of children,
led by the hand to a world beyond their grasp
whilst taunted and teased with this notion of Joy,
but always lost before the dying gasp.
Men in suits are advertising my destiny,
charging me for their inconvenience
and it's only 40,000 dollars to be conceived now,
expensive for a...
754 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th May 2012 00:19am
15th May 2012 00:19am
Garden of Smoke
Totally white beneath the light
We press wanting sighs beyond
Intense! The angels would not cry sweeter mercies!
All violet beneath the sheets
You violate happy idols within our mist
And the life has gone now
wavering silent
in another mental country with no words left
With such regrets does the hero grow old
and in the late light press wanting sighs?
And with less than a heartbeat the thought is fled
backlit and tired and roaming endlessly
no landmarks to be found and no place to stop.
And even God himself may be found guilty of...
We press wanting sighs beyond
Intense! The angels would not cry sweeter mercies!
All violet beneath the sheets
You violate happy idols within our mist
And the life has gone now
wavering silent
in another mental country with no words left
With such regrets does the hero grow old
and in the late light press wanting sighs?
And with less than a heartbeat the thought is fled
backlit and tired and roaming endlessly
no landmarks to be found and no place to stop.
And even God himself may be found guilty of...
832 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st May 2012 1:03am
1st May 2012 1:03am
Hrungh
Hrungh is not really a word
to my knowledge
which is more than acceptable.
However, it is the only word
that might describe this night
that has yet to draw to a close
that will end in glorious anti-climax.
I inhaled and I swallowed fire
only to breathe out a ghostly wisp
singular spirit on a lonely breeze.
I swallowed a river of amnesia
only to find joy that can no longer be
for in the morning I must forget.
Now writing in mindless drunken stoned sickness of ego
deserving no sympathy lest you fall to Hrungh as well
Hrungh...
to my knowledge
which is more than acceptable.
However, it is the only word
that might describe this night
that has yet to draw to a close
that will end in glorious anti-climax.
I inhaled and I swallowed fire
only to breathe out a ghostly wisp
singular spirit on a lonely breeze.
I swallowed a river of amnesia
only to find joy that can no longer be
for in the morning I must forget.
Now writing in mindless drunken stoned sickness of ego
deserving no sympathy lest you fall to Hrungh as well
Hrungh...
778 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 5:55pm
30th Apr 2012 5:55pm
Muse
So it was said
when I asked the question
So she said
when our worlds collided
A muse me
A muse her
A muse each other
A muse yourself
And her laughter is on the wind,
for she will always find me eventually
unable to run and staring in to a mirror which is black
now running fingers over my skin and smiling my madness away
for I am born again to this newer
smarter world
when I asked the question
So she said
when our worlds collided
A muse me
A muse her
A muse each other
A muse yourself
And her laughter is on the wind,
for she will always find me eventually
unable to run and staring in to a mirror which is black
now running fingers over my skin and smiling my madness away
for I am born again to this newer
smarter world
934 reads
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