Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rarer than that is when I write poetry.
Treatise and trellises
To be with
- to be without
Oh No!
Save me from this darkness!
A cry that mocks and can only be mockery.
People, normal people going about their 'normal' days,
I wonder what that feels like
Sitting in my proverbial white tower
Reaching down through the seas and clouds
To type a few words.
Avoid the tripe, its deadly.
Well I have never worked a day in my life
No standing behind a till
Saying good-day and goodbye and fries and prices
Lines, trainees and bosses, oh my!
But I have felt the frenzy of the earth and manual labour.
It is...
- to be without
Oh No!
Save me from this darkness!
A cry that mocks and can only be mockery.
People, normal people going about their 'normal' days,
I wonder what that feels like
Sitting in my proverbial white tower
Reaching down through the seas and clouds
To type a few words.
Avoid the tripe, its deadly.
Well I have never worked a day in my life
No standing behind a till
Saying good-day and goodbye and fries and prices
Lines, trainees and bosses, oh my!
But I have felt the frenzy of the earth and manual labour.
It is...
841 reads
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Star collapsing inwards
A star collapsing in on itself
The last light of my past years
Falling, dragged into the abyss
For here I lie
Where nothing matters
All alone
This kitchen knife my only companion
It too mocks me
And I hate it
Its stupid shiny grin
So I hid it
In my ribs
Still so much silence
So cold and still agonisingly alive
Bleeding in a corner
Alone so alone
An empty void of solitutde
Light through the window burns me
As I collapse inwards like a dying star
Burnt out warmth turning to depression.
The last light of my past years
Falling, dragged into the abyss
For here I lie
Where nothing matters
All alone
This kitchen knife my only companion
It too mocks me
And I hate it
Its stupid shiny grin
So I hid it
In my ribs
Still so much silence
So cold and still agonisingly alive
Bleeding in a corner
Alone so alone
An empty void of solitutde
Light through the window burns me
As I collapse inwards like a dying star
Burnt out warmth turning to depression.
781 reads
4 Comments
Small trouble in the Big City
People still talk about the 9/11 thing
Though I can't quite feel grief for it
Neither can I whine about anything else.
I remember seeing it on Tv
I was in my grandma's house, the old house
A pivotal moment in slow motion
A building I'd seen before in a familiar place
And people still talk about the 9/11 thing
The Americans: hurt, distraught, frigthened, angry
Those faceless terrorists: Happy? Gloating? Grinning?
The Europeans: detracted, a melting pot of second-hand emotions
The English: Consoling their younger brother
And still...
Though I can't quite feel grief for it
Neither can I whine about anything else.
I remember seeing it on Tv
I was in my grandma's house, the old house
A pivotal moment in slow motion
A building I'd seen before in a familiar place
And people still talk about the 9/11 thing
The Americans: hurt, distraught, frigthened, angry
Those faceless terrorists: Happy? Gloating? Grinning?
The Europeans: detracted, a melting pot of second-hand emotions
The English: Consoling their younger brother
And still...
812 reads
2 Comments
My general unsaid mental reactions to things
To something such as War or Rioting - Angrily, how can this be let to happen? Why is this world in such a state of being with little sign of advancement to a grwater tomorrow?
To something about popular culture - Oh you fools. Utter fools. I laugh at your so called culture. Over-sexed, over-drugged. Just generally over. Oh how I grin and laugh. Because to despair would be too much. And to join in is just not in the cards.
To something concerning the battle of the sexes or sexuality - So dull and boring. Move on. Talk about something that really matters not that much matters...
To something about popular culture - Oh you fools. Utter fools. I laugh at your so called culture. Over-sexed, over-drugged. Just generally over. Oh how I grin and laugh. Because to despair would be too much. And to join in is just not in the cards.
To something concerning the battle of the sexes or sexuality - So dull and boring. Move on. Talk about something that really matters not that much matters...
777 reads
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Metaphorical reverse masked masquerade.
Phalanxes of false faces
Courts of camouflages
Endless appearances
And dozens of disguises
We all wear masks they say
In every place that we play
Shifting changing by day
This seems the modern way
Facades on Facebook
Masquearades on Myspace
Your veil on Youtube
Ingenius guises on the internet
Facades of false faces
Cretinous cam-o-flage
Annoying counter-appearances
And damned disguises
Masks are fleeting you see
Forgotten reality; agree?
So flee! Flee ! Flee!
For I hide...
Courts of camouflages
Endless appearances
And dozens of disguises
We all wear masks they say
In every place that we play
Shifting changing by day
This seems the modern way
Facades on Facebook
Masquearades on Myspace
Your veil on Youtube
Ingenius guises on the internet
Facades of false faces
Cretinous cam-o-flage
Annoying counter-appearances
And damned disguises
Masks are fleeting you see
Forgotten reality; agree?
So flee! Flee ! Flee!
For I hide...
1064 reads
7 Comments
Words of Love
In movies and books
Even in life
When people say about love,
Why is it always postive things?
- I love how he keeps me warm
- I love her smile
The bright and the bold
Yet only part of the
Whole truth to be told.
Why not say,
I love
- How you are grumpy in the morning,
Yet sweet in the afternoon
- When you snap at my friends
Or me, with full fury and passion
- Leave crumbs around your mouth
And sneakily lick them away.
Love not just for the 'right'
But for the faults too,
Or why bother loving in...
Even in life
When people say about love,
Why is it always postive things?
- I love how he keeps me warm
- I love her smile
The bright and the bold
Yet only part of the
Whole truth to be told.
Why not say,
I love
- How you are grumpy in the morning,
Yet sweet in the afternoon
- When you snap at my friends
Or me, with full fury and passion
- Leave crumbs around your mouth
And sneakily lick them away.
Love not just for the 'right'
But for the faults too,
Or why bother loving in...
955 reads
8 Comments
A Heart of Sand
A heart racing,
Hands sweating,
And mind pacing.
As if I knew what love was or is like.
I am a Tomb King.
I have created my castle
My kingdom
And reside in it
Living out the days
Slumbering until...
Interred in a sarchophagus
Resting to my melodius music.
Feeling is gone
And partly forgotten.
Yet mostly my point is,
Love poems are cliched,
Heartbreaks old hat,
Erotica is not entertaining,
And poetry has become pale.
Still, I have all eternity to change this to my liking.
Legions of Words await my Will.
Hands sweating,
And mind pacing.
As if I knew what love was or is like.
I am a Tomb King.
I have created my castle
My kingdom
And reside in it
Living out the days
Slumbering until...
Interred in a sarchophagus
Resting to my melodius music.
Feeling is gone
And partly forgotten.
Yet mostly my point is,
Love poems are cliched,
Heartbreaks old hat,
Erotica is not entertaining,
And poetry has become pale.
Still, I have all eternity to change this to my liking.
Legions of Words await my Will.
863 reads
2 Comments
If I ruled the world, we would rue this world (Or Six poems in One)
If I ruled the world
We would rue this world
This current so imperfect will-less world
Where are our ivory towers?
- Hunted and made in to base decoration
Where are the unearthly powrs?
- Undermined by the Brutus Scientification
My will would be done
The elements would bow
Poets would sing
Fear would fold
For we are bold
No more whining about 'thats just how it is'
Damned lies creating an existence worth piss
With no nobleactive realisation of the self
Bring the Human and God from the shelf
Everything borne to...
We would rue this world
This current so imperfect will-less world
Where are our ivory towers?
- Hunted and made in to base decoration
Where are the unearthly powrs?
- Undermined by the Brutus Scientification
My will would be done
The elements would bow
Poets would sing
Fear would fold
For we are bold
No more whining about 'thats just how it is'
Damned lies creating an existence worth piss
With no nobleactive realisation of the self
Bring the Human and God from the shelf
Everything borne to...
834 reads
2 Comments
The Evening Star Godess (Aish's Goddess Astarte Challenge)
Oh my Goddess hear me
Our protector as we travel into the night
Lead us to victory over the darkness
And embrace us with your pale white light
As you caress us in our dreams
Bringing visions of the day's past delight
Gracing across the skies
In your milky chariot
Ever a riddle to the Sun's desire
Teasing him with fleeting glances
Both providing our life with fire
Our Goddess of the night, our evening star.
Our protector as we travel into the night
Lead us to victory over the darkness
And embrace us with your pale white light
As you caress us in our dreams
Bringing visions of the day's past delight
Gracing across the skies
In your milky chariot
Ever a riddle to the Sun's desire
Teasing him with fleeting glances
Both providing our life with fire
Our Goddess of the night, our evening star.
953 reads
7 Comments
Rambling Enrapturement
A throne on top of an elephant
Swinging back and forth
Epiphanic elephants
Laurel crowns spinning sun-wise
Crushing franchises
In each pirouette leap and bound
Listen to the sound
Listen to a sound
Mind-breaking back-making
Empire-taking
Sing-song swing-swang
Filigree upon my brow
Jumping higher than the nursery cow
True elation, better than ejaculation
A trajectory
For an infirmary
Gibbering quibbering
Gibberish
A little ditty oh so pretty
Mock the boat baby
And grind the...
Swinging back and forth
Epiphanic elephants
Laurel crowns spinning sun-wise
Crushing franchises
In each pirouette leap and bound
Listen to the sound
Listen to a sound
Mind-breaking back-making
Empire-taking
Sing-song swing-swang
Filigree upon my brow
Jumping higher than the nursery cow
True elation, better than ejaculation
A trajectory
For an infirmary
Gibbering quibbering
Gibberish
A little ditty oh so pretty
Mock the boat baby
And grind the...
824 reads
4 Comments
The PleasureZen (Corrupt a Wish response!)
And lo! A new Xanadu to rival Khubla Khan's I do decree.
With more then mere gold and filigree.
Placed upon the desk of the individual known as Darkbee.
It radiats a Nirvana stronger than a thousand suns.
All do bow before the Heveanly gate on earth.
Shed his mortal coil to transcend does the Darkbee ones.
With more then mere gold and filigree.
Placed upon the desk of the individual known as Darkbee.
It radiats a Nirvana stronger than a thousand suns.
All do bow before the Heveanly gate on earth.
Shed his mortal coil to transcend does the Darkbee ones.
791 reads
2 Comments
Unpopulated (My Entry for Jack Heslop's Loneliness Challenge)
Empty squatterless corridors of my mind
My heart, my poor heart, grafted from Maltesers
Dark and empty with no comforting sweetnees.
Traverse the land and you shall find no-one,
No Sea. No Sky. No Desert or weather.
Yet it was not always so,
Once it was a verdant paradise
Death does stalk the land, it is emigration
An exile from my heaven, a flase promised land.
Absence is the sinews of my loneliness.
My heart, my poor heart, grafted from Maltesers
Dark and empty with no comforting sweetnees.
Traverse the land and you shall find no-one,
No Sea. No Sky. No Desert or weather.
Yet it was not always so,
Once it was a verdant paradise
Death does stalk the land, it is emigration
An exile from my heaven, a flase promised land.
Absence is the sinews of my loneliness.
770 reads
1 Comment
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