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.
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2010 1:14pm
26th Oct 2010 1:14pm
Imagine
Imagine a world where what you thought mattered,
where your ideas were valued for what they are,
not how much money they make.
Imagine a world where you can say what you like,
do as you wish,
be with who you please,
and nobody would complain about it.
Now, open your eyes.
See this place, this twisted wasteland of despair and misery.
See the sorrow, see the malcontent and misanthropy behind every wretched gaze.
See the people, judging silently and counting their money. See them lie and cheat and steal, see them kill. See them poison the future, see...
where your ideas were valued for what they are,
not how much money they make.
Imagine a world where you can say what you like,
do as you wish,
be with who you please,
and nobody would complain about it.
Now, open your eyes.
See this place, this twisted wasteland of despair and misery.
See the sorrow, see the malcontent and misanthropy behind every wretched gaze.
See the people, judging silently and counting their money. See them lie and cheat and steal, see them kill. See them poison the future, see...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2010 2:34pm
22nd Oct 2010 2:34pm
Depression
Like sitting in a dark room,
a dark room all alone.
There's no light in this place,
save the light from my cell phone.
And even then, it never rings.
It never says a word.
Alone at last,
stuck with the past,
I'd love to love the world.
"There's beauty in everything you'll ever see,
you just need to know where to look."
She told me with such diction,
reciting from a book.
I cannot see the beauty,
obscured by my disdain.
I cannot hear your voice,
I only hear my name.
I taunt myself with broken...
a dark room all alone.
There's no light in this place,
save the light from my cell phone.
And even then, it never rings.
It never says a word.
Alone at last,
stuck with the past,
I'd love to love the world.
"There's beauty in everything you'll ever see,
you just need to know where to look."
She told me with such diction,
reciting from a book.
I cannot see the beauty,
obscured by my disdain.
I cannot hear your voice,
I only hear my name.
I taunt myself with broken...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Oct 2010 3:47pm
20th Oct 2010 3:47pm
Introducing CYRIL.
Certainly a man of state,
Yet not a man of home.
Respected fully, throughly,
Indeed a man well-known.
Lest, we never forget his name.
Yet not a man of home.
Respected fully, throughly,
Indeed a man well-known.
Lest, we never forget his name.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2010 3:43pm
20th Oct 2010 3:43pm
It's the world as you know it
There's no world problems,
only your own.
There's no bigger picture,
just the polaroids at home.
And if you don't feel like dancin',
the DJ stops the decks.
And if you fancy rain,
the windshield feels the flecks.
There's sunshine in the winter,
at least behind your eyes.
And there's water in the desert,
through your logic that defies.
Your medication changes things,
but you somehow never see.
There's no beauty in this place,
you make the beauty that will never be.
only your own.
There's no bigger picture,
just the polaroids at home.
And if you don't feel like dancin',
the DJ stops the decks.
And if you fancy rain,
the windshield feels the flecks.
There's sunshine in the winter,
at least behind your eyes.
And there's water in the desert,
through your logic that defies.
Your medication changes things,
but you somehow never see.
There's no beauty in this place,
you make the beauty that will never be.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2010 7:29pm
19th Oct 2010 7:29pm
Breaking Apart
Broken bones,
like broken homes,
there's blood in the gutter tonight.
Patchwork dreams,
like patchwork seams,
they slowly split apart and give you a fright.
Bad trip down to the Underworld,
I've got no mates and I've got no girl.
I'm standing on the beaches of fire and brim,
stoned as fuck again.
My chemical trail mix,
of smurfs and pin pricks.
I've got a voice in my head
that's singing songs about the dead.
Rising walls,
like rising falls,
We just can't make any sense.
Crunching glass,
like...
like broken homes,
there's blood in the gutter tonight.
Patchwork dreams,
like patchwork seams,
they slowly split apart and give you a fright.
Bad trip down to the Underworld,
I've got no mates and I've got no girl.
I'm standing on the beaches of fire and brim,
stoned as fuck again.
My chemical trail mix,
of smurfs and pin pricks.
I've got a voice in my head
that's singing songs about the dead.
Rising walls,
like rising falls,
We just can't make any sense.
Crunching glass,
like...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2010 3:47pm
19th Oct 2010 3:47pm
I want to die beautiful
I see myself in 60 years,
a crippled shade of man.
Eyes that have seen all too much,
legs that rely on a man-made crutch.
And I see this man and hate him well,
and I know I must die lovely.
I see my children gathering,
to lay that man to rest.
Their tears wasted on this thing,
this wreck of bone and flesh.
I want to die beautiful,
to expire so fine.
To burn so sexy,
to decay divine.
I do not want to grow so old,
that every story I have is told.
And my children dread to see my face,
or I worry about their names...
a crippled shade of man.
Eyes that have seen all too much,
legs that rely on a man-made crutch.
And I see this man and hate him well,
and I know I must die lovely.
I see my children gathering,
to lay that man to rest.
Their tears wasted on this thing,
this wreck of bone and flesh.
I want to die beautiful,
to expire so fine.
To burn so sexy,
to decay divine.
I do not want to grow so old,
that every story I have is told.
And my children dread to see my face,
or I worry about their names...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2010 9:18am
15th Oct 2010 9:18am
Weekend On Venus
I'm waking up to the stratosphere,
the stars are in my eyes.
It seems strange to think that you're not here,
you sleep tonight under bluer skies.
I'm floating freely through the dark,
and the stars are at my 'tips.
I'm not capable of being so stark,
but I'd give anything to kiss your lips.
I'll bring you back the moon next week,
and place it in your hands.
I'll bring you back a black hole,
bring you deeds to Venusian lands.
Giving you the world is not enough,
when I could give you it all.
And it won't just be a bunch of...
the stars are in my eyes.
It seems strange to think that you're not here,
you sleep tonight under bluer skies.
I'm floating freely through the dark,
and the stars are at my 'tips.
I'm not capable of being so stark,
but I'd give anything to kiss your lips.
I'll bring you back the moon next week,
and place it in your hands.
I'll bring you back a black hole,
bring you deeds to Venusian lands.
Giving you the world is not enough,
when I could give you it all.
And it won't just be a bunch of...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2010 2:58am
14th Oct 2010 2:58am
"I just like the way it makes me feel"
I'm skipping up the white sand road,
that powder snow crunching under my toes.
I'll follow it blindly with such euphoria and joy,
know I don't know a thing about where it goes.
I'll inhale the greens of this beautiful world,
fill my blood cells with the soul of the soil.
I'll feel myself take off and soar over all,
and smile as my soul starts to shift and uncoil.
I'll swallow the sciencesworshipedby man,
the jolt of my chemical causeway being ridden.
The tingles of thunder that crash through my veins,
lightening rods for those loves once...
that powder snow crunching under my toes.
I'll follow it blindly with such euphoria and joy,
know I don't know a thing about where it goes.
I'll inhale the greens of this beautiful world,
fill my blood cells with the soul of the soil.
I'll feel myself take off and soar over all,
and smile as my soul starts to shift and uncoil.
I'll swallow the sciencesworshipedby man,
the jolt of my chemical causeway being ridden.
The tingles of thunder that crash through my veins,
lightening rods for those loves once...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2010 2:30am
14th Oct 2010 2:30am
Sinner's Kiss
You wanted to walk far from there,
that palace of the damned,
I told you I'd walk back with you,
too scared to take your hand.
Back then I felt like such a boy,
engaged in games like such a toy.
And for ten more minutes I was a child,
not afraid of chaos or running wild.
I got you home like precious diamonds,
and made sure to tuck you away.
We pressed our lips sweetly together,
a kiss that made my every day.
I wandered back to the neon street,
my mind a rave, eratic heartbeat.
And as of then I felt a man,
no longer...
that palace of the damned,
I told you I'd walk back with you,
too scared to take your hand.
Back then I felt like such a boy,
engaged in games like such a toy.
And for ten more minutes I was a child,
not afraid of chaos or running wild.
I got you home like precious diamonds,
and made sure to tuck you away.
We pressed our lips sweetly together,
a kiss that made my every day.
I wandered back to the neon street,
my mind a rave, eratic heartbeat.
And as of then I felt a man,
no longer...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2010 4:09pm
13th Oct 2010 4:09pm
The Terrible Tale of Turbulent Times
I'll never know why I'm sitting alone,
alone on a night like this.
Neon fills the air of my nightspot 'home',
but I'm in my room getting pissed.
Bass beats the walls of my 'refuge' to death,
but I'm lying fully-clothed on my un-made bed.
There's a bottle of So-Co tinting my breath,
There's a thousand thoughts in my man-made head.
And nine-hundred and ninety-nine are always you.
Only one is a glance at things I used to do,
at the bottom of my bottle is a second look.
And tomorrow morning is the chance I never took, ...
alone on a night like this.
Neon fills the air of my nightspot 'home',
but I'm in my room getting pissed.
Bass beats the walls of my 'refuge' to death,
but I'm lying fully-clothed on my un-made bed.
There's a bottle of So-Co tinting my breath,
There's a thousand thoughts in my man-made head.
And nine-hundred and ninety-nine are always you.
Only one is a glance at things I used to do,
at the bottom of my bottle is a second look.
And tomorrow morning is the chance I never took, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2010 6:19pm
11th Oct 2010 6:19pm
God's Unwanted Son
I wanted to destroy something beautiful.
My father cast me to the floor,
with hatred in his eyes.
He'd seen the future in his ball,
and saw through all my lies.
I am the serpent in the tree,
that passed the Apple on to Eve.
And to Adam I gavenaughtbut sin,
passing time waiting for life to begin.
I blossom wings and halo glow
to hide the bleeding horn,
and beyond my self obsession
I will don my crown of thorn.
God is not within me,
of that this one is sure.
God has nothing for me,
he has shown me the door.
...
My father cast me to the floor,
with hatred in his eyes.
He'd seen the future in his ball,
and saw through all my lies.
I am the serpent in the tree,
that passed the Apple on to Eve.
And to Adam I gavenaughtbut sin,
passing time waiting for life to begin.
I blossom wings and halo glow
to hide the bleeding horn,
and beyond my self obsession
I will don my crown of thorn.
God is not within me,
of that this one is sure.
God has nothing for me,
he has shown me the door.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2010 6:07pm
11th Oct 2010 6:07pm
She's Sharing Space
I'd love for you to trust me,
and one day I hope you can.
I'm tired of being the broken boy,
when I'm born to be the better man.
Giving up the ghost,
shutting it away.
I'm locking out my demons,
and I'm praying for my day.
They whisper to me through the veil,
their scent is on the wind,
they scathe the walls with bloodied nails,
those creatures I have sinned.
I look at them with hatred,
they are my company.
To them I am a father,
to you I'm lost at sea.
I needed them before you,
I needed them so bad.
They...
and one day I hope you can.
I'm tired of being the broken boy,
when I'm born to be the better man.
Giving up the ghost,
shutting it away.
I'm locking out my demons,
and I'm praying for my day.
They whisper to me through the veil,
their scent is on the wind,
they scathe the walls with bloodied nails,
those creatures I have sinned.
I look at them with hatred,
they are my company.
To them I am a father,
to you I'm lost at sea.
I needed them before you,
I needed them so bad.
They...
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