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
20th Sep 2010 5:37pm
20th Sep 2010 5:37pm
Father
My white knight stands,
with blood on his hands.
He has finished the deed,
and now he must lead.
His name is Sir Simon,
a hero of men.
His story is legend,
told again and again.
He looks at his fingers with such disdain,
watches as the crimson slowly begins to stain.
My white knight is broken,
wipes his hands with his fair lady's token.
He casts it aside,
and takes life in his stride.
His name is unknown,
to me and my kin.
His story is taboo,
a tale tainted with sin.
He looks in to me with such...
with blood on his hands.
He has finished the deed,
and now he must lead.
His name is Sir Simon,
a hero of men.
His story is legend,
told again and again.
He looks at his fingers with such disdain,
watches as the crimson slowly begins to stain.
My white knight is broken,
wipes his hands with his fair lady's token.
He casts it aside,
and takes life in his stride.
His name is unknown,
to me and my kin.
His story is taboo,
a tale tainted with sin.
He looks in to me with such...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2010 1:03pm
19th Sep 2010 1:03pm
That little story
I heard a little story,
a whisper on the wind,
a tale of total turbelence,
but where do I begin?
They said his name was lost in time,
his eyes as old as stone,
and his love for her was immortal,
and still he died alone.
His story was so touching,
his life blending in to mine,
his spirit became a part of me,
that soul as old as time.
He loved her more than living,
and needed her so well,
that when she left him finally,
he followed her to Hell.
The secrets that he told her,
of all the wrong he'd done,...
a whisper on the wind,
a tale of total turbelence,
but where do I begin?
They said his name was lost in time,
his eyes as old as stone,
and his love for her was immortal,
and still he died alone.
His story was so touching,
his life blending in to mine,
his spirit became a part of me,
that soul as old as time.
He loved her more than living,
and needed her so well,
that when she left him finally,
he followed her to Hell.
The secrets that he told her,
of all the wrong he'd done,...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Sep 2010 10:27pm
17th Sep 2010 10:27pm
And (s)he is so becoming
Majesty of missing minds,
your court is called to kiss your feet.
And mistress of my malcontent,
I'll love you more with each heartbeat.
I'll sing a song,
I'll sing a song for you.
And it won't be like the others that you've heard.
I'll sing,
I'll sing my song for you,
And you'll fall more in love with each syllable of each and every word.
Each and every word.
My queen is calling all of her men,
she calls them to surround her.
To make her feel alive again.
My queen is calling me to arms,
to fend off all her...
your court is called to kiss your feet.
And mistress of my malcontent,
I'll love you more with each heartbeat.
I'll sing a song,
I'll sing a song for you.
And it won't be like the others that you've heard.
I'll sing,
I'll sing my song for you,
And you'll fall more in love with each syllable of each and every word.
Each and every word.
My queen is calling all of her men,
she calls them to surround her.
To make her feel alive again.
My queen is calling me to arms,
to fend off all her...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2010 4:33pm
11th Sep 2010 4:33pm
Have a lie-in
There's days when I could sleep a lifetime,
sleep it in to gloom.
Days when the world is mocking me,
locked tightly in my room.
There's weeks when I could disappear,
and leave no hint or trace.
Weeks when you're my every thought,
and I cannot forget your face.
There's months when I am not around,
when running is my life.
Months when I'm invisible,
to hide myself from strife.
There's years that I have drunk away,
now but a haze and blur.
Years that I have wasted,
wasted loving her.
sleep it in to gloom.
Days when the world is mocking me,
locked tightly in my room.
There's weeks when I could disappear,
and leave no hint or trace.
Weeks when you're my every thought,
and I cannot forget your face.
There's months when I am not around,
when running is my life.
Months when I'm invisible,
to hide myself from strife.
There's years that I have drunk away,
now but a haze and blur.
Years that I have wasted,
wasted loving her.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2010 4:34pm
10th Sep 2010 4:34pm
8-Bit Baby
There was a day when all was cubes,
and music was all clicks.
When consoles were my hometown,
and my hands were just joysticks.
I long to be a child again,
if only to play games.
They tell me I can still enjoy,
but it will never be the same.
From hopping Koopas every day,
to finding Master Swords,
I wish I had that wonder again,
because without it life's a chore.
And getting sent from place to place,
back then was so much fun.
But cake now seems such poor reward,
for fighting off Bowser's demon horde.
and music was all clicks.
When consoles were my hometown,
and my hands were just joysticks.
I long to be a child again,
if only to play games.
They tell me I can still enjoy,
but it will never be the same.
From hopping Koopas every day,
to finding Master Swords,
I wish I had that wonder again,
because without it life's a chore.
And getting sent from place to place,
back then was so much fun.
But cake now seems such poor reward,
for fighting off Bowser's demon horde.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2010 10:03pm
9th Sep 2010 10:03pm
Lesbian hair
I cut my locks for college,
cut them all away.
I trimmed my fringe for school,
and looked like a lesbian on Induction day.
My teacher thought me mental,
my friends all called me queer.
I wish I hadn't cut my hair.
I do look sort of queer.
I cut my locks for college,
to try to look my best.
I tidied up my chestnut mess,
and even wore a fucking vest.
"I look a total prick, mum"
I mutter in protest.
She thinks that I look studious.
I miss my chestnut mess.
cut them all away.
I trimmed my fringe for school,
and looked like a lesbian on Induction day.
My teacher thought me mental,
my friends all called me queer.
I wish I hadn't cut my hair.
I do look sort of queer.
I cut my locks for college,
to try to look my best.
I tidied up my chestnut mess,
and even wore a fucking vest.
"I look a total prick, mum"
I mutter in protest.
She thinks that I look studious.
I miss my chestnut mess.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2010 4:32pm
26th Aug 2010 4:32pm
Nature Calls
The broken bough is taunting me,
a limb of self-esteem.
It shows me that nothing can last,
That life is but a dream.
I see it in the grass that grows,
I see it in the trees.
I hear it in the babbling brook.
Nothing is what it seems.
Nature is my enemy,
a world of gorgeous decay.
It speaks to us with such disdain,
and dictates our every day.
The stones that lay around me,
paint a picture of despair.
What do you try to live for,
when there is nothing there?
a limb of self-esteem.
It shows me that nothing can last,
That life is but a dream.
I see it in the grass that grows,
I see it in the trees.
I hear it in the babbling brook.
Nothing is what it seems.
Nature is my enemy,
a world of gorgeous decay.
It speaks to us with such disdain,
and dictates our every day.
The stones that lay around me,
paint a picture of despair.
What do you try to live for,
when there is nothing there?
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2010 8:03pm
23rd Aug 2010 8:03pm
Rush
I move too fast for you to see,
step too fast for you to keep,
speak too fast for you to hear.
I live so fast to avoid you, dear.
You've been with me for all my life,
scratching at the back of my face.
Waiting for the day I break,
and you take your rightful place.
The rush is coming, little man.
Faster than you can understand.
The rush is coming, little man.
More powerful than you can ever stand.
I think too fast for you to steal,
I feel too fast for you to think,
I act too fast for you to control,
I live so fast to...
step too fast for you to keep,
speak too fast for you to hear.
I live so fast to avoid you, dear.
You've been with me for all my life,
scratching at the back of my face.
Waiting for the day I break,
and you take your rightful place.
The rush is coming, little man.
Faster than you can understand.
The rush is coming, little man.
More powerful than you can ever stand.
I think too fast for you to steal,
I feel too fast for you to think,
I act too fast for you to control,
I live so fast to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2010 7:41pm
23rd Aug 2010 7:41pm
Bliss
There are moments when I love you,
moments when all is fine.
There are moments when I can't stand you.
Moments tossed in to a fire.
I see you as I fall asleep,
my blessing and my curse.
You rule a world of wrecking crews,
You rule a world of bone and bruise.
My mind is never empty,
no matter what I say.
You'll always have a place in me,
a place where you can stay.
And even if you left me,
and only time will tell.
I'll keep a piece of you with me,
to carry me to Hell.
moments when all is fine.
There are moments when I can't stand you.
Moments tossed in to a fire.
I see you as I fall asleep,
my blessing and my curse.
You rule a world of wrecking crews,
You rule a world of bone and bruise.
My mind is never empty,
no matter what I say.
You'll always have a place in me,
a place where you can stay.
And even if you left me,
and only time will tell.
I'll keep a piece of you with me,
to carry me to Hell.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 7:01pm
22nd Aug 2010 7:01pm
Just a body
You look at me with misted eyes,
The damage here is done.
The words you always feared to say,
you said beneath a setting sun.
My heart is nothing but a beat,
there is no love within.
My soul is nothing but a cheap
imitation of all men.
You hold my hand so tenderly,
You know that I am gone.
I look at you with love and hate,
Our worlds collide as one.
A universe was born today,
You called it perfect love.
I called it chemical equation,
Not some blessing from above.
There cannot be perfection in...
The damage here is done.
The words you always feared to say,
you said beneath a setting sun.
My heart is nothing but a beat,
there is no love within.
My soul is nothing but a cheap
imitation of all men.
You hold my hand so tenderly,
You know that I am gone.
I look at you with love and hate,
Our worlds collide as one.
A universe was born today,
You called it perfect love.
I called it chemical equation,
Not some blessing from above.
There cannot be perfection in...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Aug 2010 9:33pm
6th Aug 2010 9:33pm
Faith
He sat alone, the room was dead. His heart was racing, beating blood through his arteries like there was no tomorrow.
He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, felt his ribcage shaking as he choked back coughs and cries.
"This is all there is," he shuddered, "it's alright."
He looked at her with love, looked at her as she stared back at him.
"It's alright."
The wind embraced him sharply, like a harsh mother, sweeping his hair back and pressing his shirt flat against his chest.
"It's alright."
The whisper carried on the...
He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, felt his ribcage shaking as he choked back coughs and cries.
"This is all there is," he shuddered, "it's alright."
He looked at her with love, looked at her as she stared back at him.
"It's alright."
The wind embraced him sharply, like a harsh mother, sweeping his hair back and pressing his shirt flat against his chest.
"It's alright."
The whisper carried on the...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Aug 2010 9:27pm
3rd Aug 2010 9:27pm
Dream Sequence #2
It is dark. And there is no sound.I know they are nearby, I can feel them, but I cannot see or hear them.They are talking amongst themselves, not audibly, but talking. I look past where they should be, and stare in to an invisible horizon. There is lightening in the air, an energy bolting from particle to particle, enlivening all it passes through. A wave of tension passes through, and it begins to unravel.
There is a sunrise, beautiful and majestic. The sun is blue, almost icy in the sky, rising hastily over the black world. Soon I see them, the people standing talking, going about their...
There is a sunrise, beautiful and majestic. The sun is blue, almost icy in the sky, rising hastily over the black world. Soon I see them, the people standing talking, going about their...
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