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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 5:16am
16th Apr 2012 5:16am
Sweet dreams
For a friend]
I gave her my poetic promise
so here shall I deliver,
an imprint in time between
characters and themes and analysis
that cannot be helped for all is deeper
and I am such a very clever bastard
after all
not seeing pain in crying eyes
blind, deaf and a fool
But smiles are in the mail
now approaching your door,
your ivory lights that click on in the dark
and make it worth braving for more than a minute
even when I am scared and alone and unable to sleep
and I am such a very brave bastard
after all...
I gave her my poetic promise
so here shall I deliver,
an imprint in time between
characters and themes and analysis
that cannot be helped for all is deeper
and I am such a very clever bastard
after all
not seeing pain in crying eyes
blind, deaf and a fool
But smiles are in the mail
now approaching your door,
your ivory lights that click on in the dark
and make it worth braving for more than a minute
even when I am scared and alone and unable to sleep
and I am such a very brave bastard
after all...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 5:04am
16th Apr 2012 5:04am
Loss
Be as it may
that all will end,
the hands of time move very quickly indeed
and I will lose you and you will lose me.
But before all this shall come to pass
I will immortalise us in verse,
so true to my word,
so true to my word.
A little angel that can cry no longer,
lest she trade wings for the beating heart of mortals
again that she sacrifice stone for flesh of love.
In some world we will be so very different
and in another we will be the same
but in all you have the wings
lifting you above the shade
If this darkness...
that all will end,
the hands of time move very quickly indeed
and I will lose you and you will lose me.
But before all this shall come to pass
I will immortalise us in verse,
so true to my word,
so true to my word.
A little angel that can cry no longer,
lest she trade wings for the beating heart of mortals
again that she sacrifice stone for flesh of love.
In some world we will be so very different
and in another we will be the same
but in all you have the wings
lifting you above the shade
If this darkness...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 4:45am
11th Apr 2012 4:45am
In her youth
She spoke to me in the words of the older,
much as though she were trying to catch me,
much as though she were in love.
And I could see between her words
that she is and was
and will always be.
For that first trust
amongst the loss of innocence and joy
is so precious and eternal.
And as I told her my feelings
she was smiling,
her blinking breaking each feeling like cinder blocks
for sale to the highest bidder.
I am no salesman,
yet I cannot stop my auction for affection.
And I never meant to shatter Hope,
but all is...
much as though she were trying to catch me,
much as though she were in love.
And I could see between her words
that she is and was
and will always be.
For that first trust
amongst the loss of innocence and joy
is so precious and eternal.
And as I told her my feelings
she was smiling,
her blinking breaking each feeling like cinder blocks
for sale to the highest bidder.
I am no salesman,
yet I cannot stop my auction for affection.
And I never meant to shatter Hope,
but all is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 1:02am
11th Apr 2012 1:02am
Delay
She was so cold,
to the touch would she burn,
but the heart was of ice.
And she would drown in my misery,
but not for a year,
lest she accept the consequence of her action.
And between her breasts beat the heart of Hope,
for she was beautiful and joyous and full of life.
But no more,
under the hand of the Poet of Death,
be he my shade or my mirror,
a million pricks upon the flesh of the undeserving.
I loved her as I loved the air,
with each breath and each beat of the heart,
as she were essential to life itself.
And for...
to the touch would she burn,
but the heart was of ice.
And she would drown in my misery,
but not for a year,
lest she accept the consequence of her action.
And between her breasts beat the heart of Hope,
for she was beautiful and joyous and full of life.
But no more,
under the hand of the Poet of Death,
be he my shade or my mirror,
a million pricks upon the flesh of the undeserving.
I loved her as I loved the air,
with each breath and each beat of the heart,
as she were essential to life itself.
And for...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 1:37am
10th Apr 2012 1:37am
Valleys
I went down in to the Valley that day,
not for any reason more than the fulfilment of my own selfish whim.
My thirst for that line where the green met the blue of the river,
where grass met water and they orgasmed mud along the banks.
In the Valley,
my mind did wander,
and I was stolen by the hands of Nature.
When she let me go I was so lonely,
not for any reason but my total desire for love and lust.
My hunger for the smile and the kiss between silk sheets,
letting the impending doom of Life wash over me in laughter and passion.
In the Valley,...
not for any reason more than the fulfilment of my own selfish whim.
My thirst for that line where the green met the blue of the river,
where grass met water and they orgasmed mud along the banks.
In the Valley,
my mind did wander,
and I was stolen by the hands of Nature.
When she let me go I was so lonely,
not for any reason but my total desire for love and lust.
My hunger for the smile and the kiss between silk sheets,
letting the impending doom of Life wash over me in laughter and passion.
In the Valley,...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Apr 2012 1:33am
8th Apr 2012 1:33am
Neo VS Luke Skywalker (Rap Battle)
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Apr 2012 1:37am
6th Apr 2012 1:37am
Dawkins VS God (Rap Battle)
Dawkins:
So,you'retheB.I.G,
thealmightyG.O.D,
butguesswhatmotherfuckeryoucankissmyD.I.C
KAY,causeDawkinsrunsthisbitchandthere'snootherway.
Takeyourtestamentandturnaround,
I'mbringingintheJudgementDay
God:
Nowdon'tbestupid,littleDick,
yougottabecrazyasshit,
tothinksomepunkasslittlebitchinglassesissteppingtothis?
I'mtheAlphaandOmega,
youcan'tevenkeeptime!
SobringyourA-gameRichard,
let'sseehowapussyrhymes!
Dawkins:
Okay,thelastbitwasgoodbutyourrapgameislame, ...
So,you'retheB.I.G,
thealmightyG.O.D,
butguesswhatmotherfuckeryoucankissmyD.I.C
KAY,causeDawkinsrunsthisbitchandthere'snootherway.
Takeyourtestamentandturnaround,
I'mbringingintheJudgementDay
God:
Nowdon'tbestupid,littleDick,
yougottabecrazyasshit,
tothinksomepunkasslittlebitchinglassesissteppingtothis?
I'mtheAlphaandOmega,
youcan'tevenkeeptime!
SobringyourA-gameRichard,
let'sseehowapussyrhymes!
Dawkins:
Okay,thelastbitwasgoodbutyourrapgameislame, ...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 1:13am
27th Jan 2012 1:13am
The Shadow of Death
Lord knows
that on that night did Death sail beside me.
And as I landed upon familiar shores
he followed me and marked my every step,
as I were a hare to his hound
now hunted by an enemy unseen.
In the knowledge of His presence
all are absolved of past transgression,
his dark fingers picking the sin from the sinew
and the hedonism from the heart.
His embrace the last thing
to be felt by a newly-hollowed husk.
My travels through the towns
blurred between sleepless nights,
for when I did dare to rest
he would be waiting in...
that on that night did Death sail beside me.
And as I landed upon familiar shores
he followed me and marked my every step,
as I were a hare to his hound
now hunted by an enemy unseen.
In the knowledge of His presence
all are absolved of past transgression,
his dark fingers picking the sin from the sinew
and the hedonism from the heart.
His embrace the last thing
to be felt by a newly-hollowed husk.
My travels through the towns
blurred between sleepless nights,
for when I did dare to rest
he would be waiting in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 3:01am
26th Jan 2012 3:01am
Closet Skeleton
I am a brain
in control of a biological crane.
I am a brain
losing control and going insane.
I am a brain
I am a brain.
I'm the closet skeleton
hidden in skin and wrapped in top men or some bullshit.
Yet I step beyond perception and the reality is worse,
that I am a spark of unknown,
I am a brain
but not a brain.
Just a spark.
And if I am a spark in a cosmos that is vast and is wonderful and is awesome and all,
then am I a part of everything
or is everything part of me?
Or am I an equation
and nothing more than...
in control of a biological crane.
I am a brain
losing control and going insane.
I am a brain
I am a brain.
I'm the closet skeleton
hidden in skin and wrapped in top men or some bullshit.
Yet I step beyond perception and the reality is worse,
that I am a spark of unknown,
I am a brain
but not a brain.
Just a spark.
And if I am a spark in a cosmos that is vast and is wonderful and is awesome and all,
then am I a part of everything
or is everything part of me?
Or am I an equation
and nothing more than...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 2:49am
16th Jan 2012 2:49am
I think it's too quiet.
All I hear are footsteps at night,
the crawling of complex biochemical machines,
clicking from room to room and filling each others voids.
And then there is white noise,
from the walls and the pillows,
and it keeps you awake all hours.
But it is too quiet for us,
too quiet to talk or touch or even exchange a glance,
because I don't know if you know,
and you don't know I don't know.
Sit there in your smile and be all that you are,
to me the thing I want,
staring at a star.
the crawling of complex biochemical machines,
clicking from room to room and filling each others voids.
And then there is white noise,
from the walls and the pillows,
and it keeps you awake all hours.
But it is too quiet for us,
too quiet to talk or touch or even exchange a glance,
because I don't know if you know,
and you don't know I don't know.
Sit there in your smile and be all that you are,
to me the thing I want,
staring at a star.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 3:59pm
3rd Dec 2011 3:59pm
Somewhere between remembering and not really giving a f**k.
I saw her eat the apple from the Tree of Knowledge,
convulsing and blushing beneath a canopy of naked adulation,
the eyes of the world upon her,
for hers were the only breasts within several centuries.
And her hands were upon her,
clutching at passion,
shielding her elements from the elements.
I saw her crying by the,
the,
that river. What was it called?
That's right,
Ameles Potamos.
And I can see my childhood in the current,
snagging on a rock and twisting wildly in the underwater gale,
as it were some sexy laundry to be aired in...
convulsing and blushing beneath a canopy of naked adulation,
the eyes of the world upon her,
for hers were the only breasts within several centuries.
And her hands were upon her,
clutching at passion,
shielding her elements from the elements.
I saw her crying by the,
the,
that river. What was it called?
That's right,
Ameles Potamos.
And I can see my childhood in the current,
snagging on a rock and twisting wildly in the underwater gale,
as it were some sexy laundry to be aired in...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 5:43am
23rd Nov 2011 5:43am
Say what you see
See sons changed by God's hand,
a met, a four, for thyme eternal.
That all will come and all will pass,
step ping light lee on bro ken glass.
And now eye am gone,
the whirled seams sew differ ent,
now it is dark err and colder than ever be four,
and it is hard err to sea yore shat turd glass on the floor.
MY MIND IS (ON/OFF)
A SWITCH TO FLICK
A HABIT TO KICK
A WINDOW TO LICK
And then insanity was gone and light was all around and I was happy and gave praise to the Almighty!
His word and his name were spoken over a million...
a met, a four, for thyme eternal.
That all will come and all will pass,
step ping light lee on bro ken glass.
And now eye am gone,
the whirled seams sew differ ent,
now it is dark err and colder than ever be four,
and it is hard err to sea yore shat turd glass on the floor.
MY MIND IS (ON/OFF)
A SWITCH TO FLICK
A HABIT TO KICK
A WINDOW TO LICK
And then insanity was gone and light was all around and I was happy and gave praise to the Almighty!
His word and his name were spoken over a million...
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