Submissions by VormStrom (V0RMSTR0M)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My work generally focuses on my attempt to find deeper meaning within the societal constructs we are forced navigate our way through each day through artistic expression. I am Vormstrom. The Slouch. Creature of the Depths.
Brainstorm The Bright Gentleman
The dark the part of the void
I am by gradually I expected something else
colors happen fast
there's not the bright light I expected to see here
Maxed out intravenous doses induce,
this state of in between each time I use
I sit in this space and there are columns all around
they support the thing I thought of when I was on real ground
I'm not earth
I'm not life after death
death may have torn things apart
but I will remain in the same body
I want was this body that has now departed.
I am part of everything that we've...
I am by gradually I expected something else
colors happen fast
there's not the bright light I expected to see here
Maxed out intravenous doses induce,
this state of in between each time I use
I sit in this space and there are columns all around
they support the thing I thought of when I was on real ground
I'm not earth
I'm not life after death
death may have torn things apart
but I will remain in the same body
I want was this body that has now departed.
I am part of everything that we've...
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Beautifully Broken
Im right where I need to be indefinitely,
in a place,
a conscious state of love in lieu of anger and hate
a course correction toward a different fate.
Left from where I started,
Searching for places I refuse to be found.
Attempting to avoid my fellow misfits,
the ones like me that don't fit in,
but are still bound to pursue the synthetic push and pull of schedule 1 narcotics,
a misappropriated cathartic release
determined to escape societal insanity
waging warfare with the numbing sensation the needle
Brings.
15...
in a place,
a conscious state of love in lieu of anger and hate
a course correction toward a different fate.
Left from where I started,
Searching for places I refuse to be found.
Attempting to avoid my fellow misfits,
the ones like me that don't fit in,
but are still bound to pursue the synthetic push and pull of schedule 1 narcotics,
a misappropriated cathartic release
determined to escape societal insanity
waging warfare with the numbing sensation the needle
Brings.
15...
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Yes
I'm on the verge again,
it seems to begin at the start
when the middle is bursting at the seams
from the long stretch
when the end comes tumbling toward the finish line.
Fading days
lost and wasted fated ways
corresponding characters and phrases
compliment the pixelated progression
of calculated depraved engagements.
Silent screaming raining thunder
Toxic tendencies brought me under
culminating to my current state
psychotic contortion portioned mind
my future fortune
permanently handicapped ...
it seems to begin at the start
when the middle is bursting at the seams
from the long stretch
when the end comes tumbling toward the finish line.
Fading days
lost and wasted fated ways
corresponding characters and phrases
compliment the pixelated progression
of calculated depraved engagements.
Silent screaming raining thunder
Toxic tendencies brought me under
culminating to my current state
psychotic contortion portioned mind
my future fortune
permanently handicapped ...
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Soirees With Seduction - First Post.. Just wanted to Throw something together to add to the site :)
He wore his charisma like a tailored suit,
hemmed and fitted
to project a certain air of generalized cohesiveness
regardless of the circles in which he found himself entrenched within.
My fuzzy foggy memory recounts our initial interactions,
recollected and revisited
sober retractions and revisions,
to a once romanticized collision
that was our foxtrot
in step despite an intoxication laced blurry haze
in we which we screamed silent introductions.
The facade he devised and employed was a distraction,
a...
hemmed and fitted
to project a certain air of generalized cohesiveness
regardless of the circles in which he found himself entrenched within.
My fuzzy foggy memory recounts our initial interactions,
recollected and revisited
sober retractions and revisions,
to a once romanticized collision
that was our foxtrot
in step despite an intoxication laced blurry haze
in we which we screamed silent introductions.
The facade he devised and employed was a distraction,
a...
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