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
18th Nov 2010 2:54pm
18th Nov 2010 2:54pm
What Do I See?
I turn around to face me,
this creature of despair.
I see in him the land I rule,
my chateau populaire.
We are the sons of Paradise,
the angels of the Damned.
He tells me this so solemnly,
reaching for my hand.
I see his wrist is bound now,
I have chained him to the wall.
I'm free of all his poisons,
free from his hollow, empty call.
He tells me we were beautiful,
that we defined a life.
I know that he is right in ways,
I know that I am free of strife.
Without him,
I am born again.
A boy free from the...
this creature of despair.
I see in him the land I rule,
my chateau populaire.
We are the sons of Paradise,
the angels of the Damned.
He tells me this so solemnly,
reaching for my hand.
I see his wrist is bound now,
I have chained him to the wall.
I'm free of all his poisons,
free from his hollow, empty call.
He tells me we were beautiful,
that we defined a life.
I know that he is right in ways,
I know that I am free of strife.
Without him,
I am born again.
A boy free from the...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2010 2:45pm
14th Nov 2010 2:45pm
Meeting The Man Who Holds The Gun
He made the Devil,
just so I could have someone to blame.
He created me the Devil,
just to hide his name.
Put Satan in my cigarette,
to make me feel cool.
And put Beelzebub in all my drinks,
so I don't feel the fool.
My hedonistic hypodermic lying on the floor,
my passion spilled across the chest of last night's three-drink whore.
He smiles from within my mind,
at seeing such success.
His pride is swelling deep in me,
a second pulse against my chest.
But when the moment passes,
and my demon goes to sleep,
I fall...
just so I could have someone to blame.
He created me the Devil,
just to hide his name.
Put Satan in my cigarette,
to make me feel cool.
And put Beelzebub in all my drinks,
so I don't feel the fool.
My hedonistic hypodermic lying on the floor,
my passion spilled across the chest of last night's three-drink whore.
He smiles from within my mind,
at seeing such success.
His pride is swelling deep in me,
a second pulse against my chest.
But when the moment passes,
and my demon goes to sleep,
I fall...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2010 4:51pm
12th Nov 2010 4:51pm
Digging An Early Grave
Dig, dig, dig, dig
Soil hitting soil
Dig, dig, dig, dig
All I do in times of turmoil
And the world's too big,
too big to burn.
So I'll bury myself and watch them yearn.
Wait until they dig me up,
to find I'm just a rotten fuck.
Dig, dig, dig, dig
I'm tired of feeling small
Dig, dig, dig, dig
It's time to take a fall
And the grave is calling,
singing my name.
So I'll bury myself in a cold white flame.
Wait until they find my dust,
and find me no longer full of lust.
Dig, dig, dig, dig
The...
Soil hitting soil
Dig, dig, dig, dig
All I do in times of turmoil
And the world's too big,
too big to burn.
So I'll bury myself and watch them yearn.
Wait until they dig me up,
to find I'm just a rotten fuck.
Dig, dig, dig, dig
I'm tired of feeling small
Dig, dig, dig, dig
It's time to take a fall
And the grave is calling,
singing my name.
So I'll bury myself in a cold white flame.
Wait until they find my dust,
and find me no longer full of lust.
Dig, dig, dig, dig
The...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2010 00:25am
9th Nov 2010 00:25am
Dr. Smirnoff
He has a degree,
or so I'm told.
And I tried to bet,
but had to fold.
Nobody asked you to play the game,
you try to bluff but come up lame.
I didn't want you in the fray,
but you cried your tears and had your way.
And now I take the bullet again,
just to save a soul that need not be won.
Let me do what needs be done,
I'll drown me sorrows one by one.
Let me do what I need to do,
it's about me, nothing to do with you.
So fuck off, kid.
This isn't your fight.
You're not the one awake all night.
You couldn't...
or so I'm told.
And I tried to bet,
but had to fold.
Nobody asked you to play the game,
you try to bluff but come up lame.
I didn't want you in the fray,
but you cried your tears and had your way.
And now I take the bullet again,
just to save a soul that need not be won.
Let me do what needs be done,
I'll drown me sorrows one by one.
Let me do what I need to do,
it's about me, nothing to do with you.
So fuck off, kid.
This isn't your fight.
You're not the one awake all night.
You couldn't...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2010 2:49pm
8th Nov 2010 2:49pm
Deus ex machina
God spoke to me from a cuckoo clock,
his speech was slurred and slow.
And as I heard his secret word,
the room did start to glow.
He told me of the serpent,
that being of such deceit.
He told me that all came to end;
the world fell at my feet.
My ticking memento mori,
that timepiece of despair.
My calculated mechanical void,
the void that is always there.
And as I close my eyes to sleep,
I feel it crunch and grind.
As seconds tick by slowly,
time is one thing I can always find.
his speech was slurred and slow.
And as I heard his secret word,
the room did start to glow.
He told me of the serpent,
that being of such deceit.
He told me that all came to end;
the world fell at my feet.
My ticking memento mori,
that timepiece of despair.
My calculated mechanical void,
the void that is always there.
And as I close my eyes to sleep,
I feel it crunch and grind.
As seconds tick by slowly,
time is one thing I can always find.
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2010 12:45pm
8th Nov 2010 12:45pm
Basement Game
The half-time bell is ringing,
I'm landing on my feet.
I cannot help but to be bold,
for I cannot be discreet.
And though you can't but see me,
know only this, if anything at all;
When they cut your turgid ropes,
it shall be to break your fall.
I smoke my innards barren,
to counter-act the ache.
I drink my spirit quiet,
to slow the rate my heart does break.
The half-time bell is ringing,
you're crashing to the ground.
I cannot help but shed a tear,
it was from your flesh they took their pound.
And though you cannot see...
I'm landing on my feet.
I cannot help but to be bold,
for I cannot be discreet.
And though you can't but see me,
know only this, if anything at all;
When they cut your turgid ropes,
it shall be to break your fall.
I smoke my innards barren,
to counter-act the ache.
I drink my spirit quiet,
to slow the rate my heart does break.
The half-time bell is ringing,
you're crashing to the ground.
I cannot help but shed a tear,
it was from your flesh they took their pound.
And though you cannot see...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2010 6:52pm
3rd Nov 2010 6:52pm
Leap Of Faith
Close your eyes and get some sleep,
just dream of me tonight.
'Cause I can't be with you through this.
But I'll be there tomorrow night.
If I can't stand for something,
I'm going to fall for anything.
So I'm going to be there for you,
I just need time to think.
Because it hurts so deep, it hurts so bad,
but time is on my side.
And I promise I'll be better,
I just need to be alone tonight.
What we've done ain't something to sing,
but it's easy enough to write.
Get some sleep, little lady,
I'll be back tomorrow night.
just dream of me tonight.
'Cause I can't be with you through this.
But I'll be there tomorrow night.
If I can't stand for something,
I'm going to fall for anything.
So I'm going to be there for you,
I just need time to think.
Because it hurts so deep, it hurts so bad,
but time is on my side.
And I promise I'll be better,
I just need to be alone tonight.
What we've done ain't something to sing,
but it's easy enough to write.
Get some sleep, little lady,
I'll be back tomorrow night.
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2010 2:56pm
2nd Nov 2010 2:56pm
Ghosts
My world spins with apathetic motion, and I am lost in lethargic commotion. I love you, but I can't stop you. The ghosts that follow me are trying me, true. But everything I feel, it's all for you.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2010 1:09am
28th Oct 2010 1:09am
That Song
That song is playing in my head,
that song with such dark chords.
That song is playing to the dead,
that song that plays inside my head.
It goes with words I can't help but hear,
with lyrics so haunting yet ever so dear.
The rhyme is so perfect yet so full of fear,
Those words that I cannot help but hear.
I listen to it all the time,
that song that has such perfect rhyme.
That song that makes me think of you,
that song that makes me miss you.
that song with such dark chords.
That song is playing to the dead,
that song that plays inside my head.
It goes with words I can't help but hear,
with lyrics so haunting yet ever so dear.
The rhyme is so perfect yet so full of fear,
Those words that I cannot help but hear.
I listen to it all the time,
that song that has such perfect rhyme.
That song that makes me think of you,
that song that makes me miss you.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2010 5:13pm
27th Oct 2010 5:13pm
Hitting Bottom
I'm swimming in a Smirnoff sea,
my friends are going to leave me be.
My deepest sorrows all escape me,
and I'm drowning in a Smirnoff sea.
It's getting colder,
all alone.
Nobody here,
an empty home.
I feel it prickling the back of my throat,
feel it chill me as I choke.
I'm hitting bottom, here, tonight,
and not a soul will see my plight.
Not one friend shall see me fight,
not a loved one to tell me I'll be alright.
I'm bathing in a Smirnoff pool,
feeling rather like a fool.
Remembering days when drinking was cool,...
my friends are going to leave me be.
My deepest sorrows all escape me,
and I'm drowning in a Smirnoff sea.
It's getting colder,
all alone.
Nobody here,
an empty home.
I feel it prickling the back of my throat,
feel it chill me as I choke.
I'm hitting bottom, here, tonight,
and not a soul will see my plight.
Not one friend shall see me fight,
not a loved one to tell me I'll be alright.
I'm bathing in a Smirnoff pool,
feeling rather like a fool.
Remembering days when drinking was cool,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Oct 2010 1:53am
27th Oct 2010 1:53am
Just One More Dumb Thing I Shouldn't Have Done
Saturday night,
fight or flight.
Nightclub scene,
real-life or wet dream.
Gotta make a simple choice,
speak the words with a charming voice.
Hips together,
fingers lock,
follow the bass-line,
beat the clock.
Dancing until the nightclubs end,
spend small hours with a one-night friend.
Name is drowning,
Smirnoff's too deep,
lipstick is smearing,
staining left cheek.
Lips press together in one tight kiss,
make a joke, but don't take the piss.
Buy her a single,
tell her it's two.
Chat total shit,...
fight or flight.
Nightclub scene,
real-life or wet dream.
Gotta make a simple choice,
speak the words with a charming voice.
Hips together,
fingers lock,
follow the bass-line,
beat the clock.
Dancing until the nightclubs end,
spend small hours with a one-night friend.
Name is drowning,
Smirnoff's too deep,
lipstick is smearing,
staining left cheek.
Lips press together in one tight kiss,
make a joke, but don't take the piss.
Buy her a single,
tell her it's two.
Chat total shit,...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2010 7:04pm
26th Oct 2010 7:04pm
The Yellow Brick Road
You've got a perfect body,
I've got a broken soul.
You can have anybody,
I'm gonna die alone.
You've been to the sun and came back glowing,
I stepped outside and it started snowing.
And I'm tired of seeing the world through black-tint shades,
I wanna live a life that's more than silly games.
We wake up together in the same double bed,
both yawn together from the same tired head.
And I look in the mirror and see you there,
I'm reading you loud,
reading you clear.
And the weight of this world is bringing me down,
You're the King...
I've got a broken soul.
You can have anybody,
I'm gonna die alone.
You've been to the sun and came back glowing,
I stepped outside and it started snowing.
And I'm tired of seeing the world through black-tint shades,
I wanna live a life that's more than silly games.
We wake up together in the same double bed,
both yawn together from the same tired head.
And I look in the mirror and see you there,
I'm reading you loud,
reading you clear.
And the weight of this world is bringing me down,
You're the King...
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