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.
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2010 10:20pm
30th Dec 2010 10:20pm
Oh, Disaster! Oh, Calamity!
From the darkest recess of my mind,
do flowers grow and bloom.
In the wake of your endless wave,
what sanity is left to seed in fields so impure?
And do strings sing me songs of endless terror and fear?
For their ode is but simple music on airwaves to this ear.
I hear them chanting rhyme of sadness and despair,
of woman caught in apartment fire and loss of child to boot.
Oh, Disaster!
Oh, Calamity!
What do you bring to this meal of gods?
And from these memories do flowers bloom,
in glorious display,
their petals and suits of finest...
do flowers grow and bloom.
In the wake of your endless wave,
what sanity is left to seed in fields so impure?
And do strings sing me songs of endless terror and fear?
For their ode is but simple music on airwaves to this ear.
I hear them chanting rhyme of sadness and despair,
of woman caught in apartment fire and loss of child to boot.
Oh, Disaster!
Oh, Calamity!
What do you bring to this meal of gods?
And from these memories do flowers bloom,
in glorious display,
their petals and suits of finest...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2010 2:22am
29th Dec 2010 2:22am
Pick Me Dry
And from my tender chest do hang tatters of ragged flesh,
in the beak of Heaven's might crow do hang my lungs,
my memories and feelings leaking crimson across the stone.
From my ribs there is no more to pick,
from my hips it has ripped my cock in bloody prejudice,
and all that is left are my eyes.
Behind broken glass and mangled frame,
these eyes that have seen too little.
Devoured by the crow that has eaten all I am.
Your song falls on deaf ears,
for my mind is all but gone.
Oh, greatest siren.
I long to hear you one more time,
to calm...
in the beak of Heaven's might crow do hang my lungs,
my memories and feelings leaking crimson across the stone.
From my ribs there is no more to pick,
from my hips it has ripped my cock in bloody prejudice,
and all that is left are my eyes.
Behind broken glass and mangled frame,
these eyes that have seen too little.
Devoured by the crow that has eaten all I am.
Your song falls on deaf ears,
for my mind is all but gone.
Oh, greatest siren.
I long to hear you one more time,
to calm...
868 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2010 00:33am
29th Dec 2010 00:33am
Haunt Me
In grass hills and tarmac jungles you are with me,
in hot baths and in windy nights.
You are with me in Prague,
and my weekend in Cairo,
in New York City, you're here.
Oh soaring angel burning magnesium white,
igniting the fires in sewers below!
Oh soaring angel in American skies,
bringing life to this broken home.
You are the air that I breath,
the numbing sex I charade.
You are the sleepless nights,
the hungry days!
You are the sin,
and the saint.
And you're right here.
in hot baths and in windy nights.
You are with me in Prague,
and my weekend in Cairo,
in New York City, you're here.
Oh soaring angel burning magnesium white,
igniting the fires in sewers below!
Oh soaring angel in American skies,
bringing life to this broken home.
You are the air that I breath,
the numbing sex I charade.
You are the sleepless nights,
the hungry days!
You are the sin,
and the saint.
And you're right here.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2010 5:55pm
28th Dec 2010 5:55pm
Crying
Filthy poetry from a heinous tongue,
oh, congregation!
What brings them to their knees,
what puts them at the feet of this leper messiah?
Who speaks in parables and who listens with only a good ear?
In robe of grime and mask of dirt,
this shepherd of the damned.
His veins coursing with poison and madness and disease,
the smell of rotting breath and tobacco-stained tongue.
His voice of crackling fire and sandpaper toilet-roll,
like an arsehole chaffed raw by violent wiping.
Every word bleeds on me,
every word unspoken and unheard.
The...
oh, congregation!
What brings them to their knees,
what puts them at the feet of this leper messiah?
Who speaks in parables and who listens with only a good ear?
In robe of grime and mask of dirt,
this shepherd of the damned.
His veins coursing with poison and madness and disease,
the smell of rotting breath and tobacco-stained tongue.
His voice of crackling fire and sandpaper toilet-roll,
like an arsehole chaffed raw by violent wiping.
Every word bleeds on me,
every word unspoken and unheard.
The...
727 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2010 1:53pm
28th Dec 2010 1:53pm
Irregular Heartbeat
Taxicab courier from airport to room
service brings sandwich with monkey-boy bellhop,
an open window at night letting the breeze in from an anonymous world.
City doesn't know your name,
city doesn't care.
City doesn't know your name,
city built on crumbling pension and straining back.
Wake-up call on bakelite phone,
chipped and tinny in chorus.
Tomorrow's mirror looking back,
a small slick set in hand,
crystal clear reception.
Crown the new King,
in his robes of silk and silver and gold.
Crown the king and go to war,...
service brings sandwich with monkey-boy bellhop,
an open window at night letting the breeze in from an anonymous world.
City doesn't know your name,
city doesn't care.
City doesn't know your name,
city built on crumbling pension and straining back.
Wake-up call on bakelite phone,
chipped and tinny in chorus.
Tomorrow's mirror looking back,
a small slick set in hand,
crystal clear reception.
Crown the new King,
in his robes of silk and silver and gold.
Crown the king and go to war,...
891 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2010 7:53pm
22nd Dec 2010 7:53pm
Cannibal
Hear the strings raped by the bow,
the screams of torture ringing on electric wind.
Headlights and flashlights and lighters cast dawn in the darkest alleys,
throwing sunlight in to the eyes of the children,
blinding those with 20/20 vision.
Leaves of silken silver and gold on a lake of potent greed,
in which koi do devour all my fears and woes.
I throw myself in to the clouds that lie so far beneath,
drown in a deeper blue than any dream could show me,
bubbles drifting slowly to the ground as I sing my name to the world.
the screams of torture ringing on electric wind.
Headlights and flashlights and lighters cast dawn in the darkest alleys,
throwing sunlight in to the eyes of the children,
blinding those with 20/20 vision.
Leaves of silken silver and gold on a lake of potent greed,
in which koi do devour all my fears and woes.
I throw myself in to the clouds that lie so far beneath,
drown in a deeper blue than any dream could show me,
bubbles drifting slowly to the ground as I sing my name to the world.
923 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2010 1:44am
17th Dec 2010 1:44am
Have you ever been so high, you recreated the meaning of your life?
I feel the cancer fill my lungs,
I know that I will die.
But there is truth in all the smoke,
it glistened before my very eye.
A path of crystal colours,
of webs I am to weave.
A road of total chaos,
A destiny to perceive.
I am an active agent in this destiny of mine,
and free to do my pleasing,
whilst walking my fine line.
I look at all this ether here,
this world of the sublime,
I see the way it ripples on edge,
bending space and time.
A thousand thoughts a second,
does my brain start to receive.
A thousand new ideas,...
I know that I will die.
But there is truth in all the smoke,
it glistened before my very eye.
A path of crystal colours,
of webs I am to weave.
A road of total chaos,
A destiny to perceive.
I am an active agent in this destiny of mine,
and free to do my pleasing,
whilst walking my fine line.
I look at all this ether here,
this world of the sublime,
I see the way it ripples on edge,
bending space and time.
A thousand thoughts a second,
does my brain start to receive.
A thousand new ideas,...
1022 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2010 00:03am
7th Dec 2010 00:03am
You're better than me
I'm the bastard child,
the son of all disdain.
The prodigy of a broken home,
the child wrapped in chain.
You look at me like Jesus,
like some messiah, grey,
but I am now a desperate,
a man without a day.
the son of all disdain.
The prodigy of a broken home,
the child wrapped in chain.
You look at me like Jesus,
like some messiah, grey,
but I am now a desperate,
a man without a day.
889 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2010 2:19am
6th Dec 2010 2:19am
You Don't Wanna Laugh
I'll tell you a little anecdote,
a story of my life.
You'll chuckle away, quietly,
when I told you about my teacher's wife.
I tell you about my anguish,
my malice and displease.
You giggle like a schoolgirl,
giggle at my ill ease.
I tell you a joke about a man in a pub,
but don't tell you the man was me.
You smirk at his ill fortune,
laugh manically away with glee.
I am a comedian,
a messenger of pain.
I tell my anguish through comedy,
I make you laugh as I complain.
Pay me for entertainment,
I shall laugh...
a story of my life.
You'll chuckle away, quietly,
when I told you about my teacher's wife.
I tell you about my anguish,
my malice and displease.
You giggle like a schoolgirl,
giggle at my ill ease.
I tell you a joke about a man in a pub,
but don't tell you the man was me.
You smirk at his ill fortune,
laugh manically away with glee.
I am a comedian,
a messenger of pain.
I tell my anguish through comedy,
I make you laugh as I complain.
Pay me for entertainment,
I shall laugh...
781 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 3:29am
1st Dec 2010 3:29am
An attempt at rap, whilst high.
Like A Dogg
Written from the perspective of my dog, Benji:
"I like to smoke da reefer"
Because it makes me feel fine,
I fill my lungs with earth,
'cause I've got shit on my mind.
My friends will never get it,
'cause they haven't been there.
My girlfriends are too busy,
straightening their hair.
And the only ones who get me,
got their own shit to do.
I don't let the green infect me,
'cause I got nothin' to prove.
My mum thinks I'm addict,
thinks that I'm not safe.
I tell her that this shit is...
Written from the perspective of my dog, Benji:
"I like to smoke da reefer"
Because it makes me feel fine,
I fill my lungs with earth,
'cause I've got shit on my mind.
My friends will never get it,
'cause they haven't been there.
My girlfriends are too busy,
straightening their hair.
And the only ones who get me,
got their own shit to do.
I don't let the green infect me,
'cause I got nothin' to prove.
My mum thinks I'm addict,
thinks that I'm not safe.
I tell her that this shit is...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 3:21am
1st Dec 2010 3:21am
Rapping whilst relieving yourself.
I'm on your arse like panty-liners,
bustin' rhymes like black bin-liners.
Full of shit that no-one wants,
but chatting funny like Comic Sans fonts.
I'm the geekiest rapper this side of CeX,
and I don't drink beer, nah, I don't like Becks.
You can buy me a breezer,
give us a WKD.
You look taken aback, bruv,
but don't blame me.
My tastes are refined,
like oil in Iraq.
And I'm getting political,
I feel like Barrack.
Except I can't shoot hoops,
not like when he won the election.
And I've gotta be honest,
I've a poor...
bustin' rhymes like black bin-liners.
Full of shit that no-one wants,
but chatting funny like Comic Sans fonts.
I'm the geekiest rapper this side of CeX,
and I don't drink beer, nah, I don't like Becks.
You can buy me a breezer,
give us a WKD.
You look taken aback, bruv,
but don't blame me.
My tastes are refined,
like oil in Iraq.
And I'm getting political,
I feel like Barrack.
Except I can't shoot hoops,
not like when he won the election.
And I've gotta be honest,
I've a poor...
683 reads
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