Submissions by Wakry (Charlie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just write to express when I need it. I write about whatever's on my mind.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 1:39am
10th Mar 2016 1:39am
Perfume
I lie to rest and feel a shiver,
My hesitant heart does warm and quiver.
I miss your words, your tongue of silver,
On my pillow, your perfume lingers.
I'm startled, out of kilter.
I can't start to - I don't want to
Have my emotions abruptly unshackled
So arrogantly, but it is true
That I want you,
And it's scary.
On my pillow, your perfume lingers,
Tinted with a scent of fear.
My hesitant heart does warm and quiver.
I miss your words, your tongue of silver,
On my pillow, your perfume lingers.
I'm startled, out of kilter.
I can't start to - I don't want to
Have my emotions abruptly unshackled
So arrogantly, but it is true
That I want you,
And it's scary.
On my pillow, your perfume lingers,
Tinted with a scent of fear.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2014 1:19am
6th Jul 2014 1:19am
Running
An old competition entry I am reposting
Running through neon lights
Laughing
maniacally
Running through neon lights
Laughing
maniacally
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jul 2014 1:17am
6th Jul 2014 1:17am
Drifting through Space
An old competition entry I am reposting
Outwards, unto nothing
To see what no man has seen
To feel what no man has felt
I have the grey round window
I gaze through my small grey window, tranced in the nothingness
All I see is a mercliess reflection
A lunatic lusting longingly into the bleak infinite
No escape from the outwards drift
Rasping, banging, panting at the window
Outwards, unto nothing
To see what no man has seen
To feel what no man has felt
I have the grey round window
I gaze through my small grey window, tranced in the nothingness
All I see is a mercliess reflection
A lunatic lusting longingly into the bleak infinite
No escape from the outwards drift
Rasping, banging, panting at the window
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 9:57pm
9th Oct 2013 9:57pm
Can't Ya See?
A seductive, heavy tune
playing from a backroom
It's drawing you in
with your devilish grin
Not a care not a worry
Find your bomb buddy
And enjoy the slow, warm come up
Gotta move, got to get up
Happiness is rare
but tonight I don't care
Cos' I have it anyway
In a kind of awesome way
Gerning and bopping
Not stopping, I'm just not stopping
Feeling great, so secure
Such a curious cure
Fading out now
I'm in heaven
playing from a backroom
It's drawing you in
with your devilish grin
Not a care not a worry
Find your bomb buddy
And enjoy the slow, warm come up
Gotta move, got to get up
Happiness is rare
but tonight I don't care
Cos' I have it anyway
In a kind of awesome way
Gerning and bopping
Not stopping, I'm just not stopping
Feeling great, so secure
Such a curious cure
Fading out now
I'm in heaven
621 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 7:31pm
5th Aug 2013 7:31pm
Screams of the Night
My desk lamp begins to flaunt and flicker
in these nights that fall quicker and quicker
Sex and cigarettes fuel this old ticker
along with a morning bottle of liquor
I plan to stay for ever and ever
in this room, at the end of my tether
scribbling away, this is my endeavour
even though I can't focus whatsoever
A heart and soul (neither of either)
wants you to stay until I remember
you aren't that cute or funny or clever
in my lonely, dark, December
You'll be spared as I don't quite deserve
a fucking angel like you, so well...
in these nights that fall quicker and quicker
Sex and cigarettes fuel this old ticker
along with a morning bottle of liquor
I plan to stay for ever and ever
in this room, at the end of my tether
scribbling away, this is my endeavour
even though I can't focus whatsoever
A heart and soul (neither of either)
wants you to stay until I remember
you aren't that cute or funny or clever
in my lonely, dark, December
You'll be spared as I don't quite deserve
a fucking angel like you, so well...
623 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 2:34am
5th Jul 2013 2:34am
Gone
In my chamber, on my chair
merrily pondering the day's affairs.
All is good and all is calm,
resting peacefully in my wonderful mansion.
The somber silence of my sleepy house is shattered.
A sound is heard, oh what a strange sound!
A creaking, a groaning, a stretching, a stirring!
Confused, I sit upright, the house is settling,
is settling is all, all is alright!
My desk lamps begins to flicker,
the groaning grows into a gruesome wail.
The walls shake, paintings and decorations fall and tear.
I sit, alone, amazed, frozen in my chair....
merrily pondering the day's affairs.
All is good and all is calm,
resting peacefully in my wonderful mansion.
The somber silence of my sleepy house is shattered.
A sound is heard, oh what a strange sound!
A creaking, a groaning, a stretching, a stirring!
Confused, I sit upright, the house is settling,
is settling is all, all is alright!
My desk lamps begins to flicker,
the groaning grows into a gruesome wail.
The walls shake, paintings and decorations fall and tear.
I sit, alone, amazed, frozen in my chair....
690 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 5:17pm
18th Jun 2013 5:17pm
The Night
I dwell in the night,
gaze up, into the darkest dark.
into something endless, undecipherable,
something almost intangible,
only a categorical summary of its face value
that we know, accept, comes to mind.
And as I judge the distant darkness
covering me quietly,
covering me completely,
I feel an undefined sense
of an intense unknowing which grips and twists me inside,
shakes me, screams at me,
does not let me go.
Frightened, my shaking hand grasps a cigarette.
My nervous gaze watches the smoke drift upwards,
into the nothing....
gaze up, into the darkest dark.
into something endless, undecipherable,
something almost intangible,
only a categorical summary of its face value
that we know, accept, comes to mind.
And as I judge the distant darkness
covering me quietly,
covering me completely,
I feel an undefined sense
of an intense unknowing which grips and twists me inside,
shakes me, screams at me,
does not let me go.
Frightened, my shaking hand grasps a cigarette.
My nervous gaze watches the smoke drift upwards,
into the nothing....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st May 2013 11:59pm
21st May 2013 11:59pm
High
Sitting here playing I spy with my third eye
not sure what's left of life so I'm incredibly high
enjoying myself with my best guys in a lonely lay-by
Can't tell what's real through my own twisted lies
Want to run, want to cry
Out of my damn mind
Empty inside
Sleep evading me again, why oh fucking why
I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
not sure what's left of life so I'm incredibly high
enjoying myself with my best guys in a lonely lay-by
Can't tell what's real through my own twisted lies
Want to run, want to cry
Out of my damn mind
Empty inside
Sleep evading me again, why oh fucking why
I can see the crazy in my eye.
The drugs have blurred the lines
837 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 6:44pm
4th Apr 2013 6:44pm
Progression
I just want to do the right thing,
be a good person.
There's no need to lie to yourself brother!
You can't fight it, it's inevitable!
Save yourself now!
I know you're scared,
I'm scared, you're scared, he's scared.
too fucking frightened to do anything.
it's the fear brother,
it gets under our skin,
holds us down,
victims of our own lives
and we can only watch,
like some horrifying sitcom.
Only watch as the world turns and we don't.
The days go on and on
it's all the same brother!
Every single day, it never fucking...
be a good person.
There's no need to lie to yourself brother!
You can't fight it, it's inevitable!
Save yourself now!
I know you're scared,
I'm scared, you're scared, he's scared.
too fucking frightened to do anything.
it's the fear brother,
it gets under our skin,
holds us down,
victims of our own lives
and we can only watch,
like some horrifying sitcom.
Only watch as the world turns and we don't.
The days go on and on
it's all the same brother!
Every single day, it never fucking...
575 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 00:02am
12th Mar 2013 00:02am
The Highest High
A life of strife,
A life of burden.
A bellowing beast behind blue eyes,
hidden behind an iron curtain.
In control, my life returns,
feeling rejuvenated
enlightened, titillated
my dark soul becomes illuminated.
I stand back,
the clear view, an ultimate strategy.
The ultimate analytic stance,
push unwanted information into my periphery.
I saw the beast coming,
I handled it almost subconsciously, how very clever.
For now he is gone along with all qualms.
I am calm, collected and stronger than ever.
The highest...
A life of burden.
A bellowing beast behind blue eyes,
hidden behind an iron curtain.
In control, my life returns,
feeling rejuvenated
enlightened, titillated
my dark soul becomes illuminated.
I stand back,
the clear view, an ultimate strategy.
The ultimate analytic stance,
push unwanted information into my periphery.
I saw the beast coming,
I handled it almost subconsciously, how very clever.
For now he is gone along with all qualms.
I am calm, collected and stronger than ever.
The highest...
606 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 8:08pm
18th Feb 2013 8:08pm
It never ends
Stare into the abyss
Hours at a time
Gazing curiously into a vast infinite
nothingness.
Absorbed completely in the meaningless
becoming fearless
Jump right in,
it's a hell of a time.
Hours at a time
Days, months.
Lose track of
Someone stronger turns back,
the mind blocking out the darkness
like the calm blue sky
a beautiful veil cutting off the view
of the intense, ominous and powerful blackness,
all around us,
screaming, clawing, shaking us
from behind a majestic iron curtain.
I blink...
Hours at a time
Gazing curiously into a vast infinite
nothingness.
Absorbed completely in the meaningless
becoming fearless
Jump right in,
it's a hell of a time.
Hours at a time
Days, months.
Lose track of
Someone stronger turns back,
the mind blocking out the darkness
like the calm blue sky
a beautiful veil cutting off the view
of the intense, ominous and powerful blackness,
all around us,
screaming, clawing, shaking us
from behind a majestic iron curtain.
I blink...
638 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 10:41pm
26th Jul 2012 10:41pm
Family Dinner
I wonder if I could rip my lower jaw off
If I tilted my head up,
tucking my thumb under my chin
and with my fingers in the base of my mouth
pull it off with all my might.
I decide I shouldn't
as I feel
it would spoil this very grand, family dinner.
A rare dinner out as my family is small,
Only zoning in when I feel It is my turn
to chip in on the current, pointless discussion.
Instead I take a step back and analyse every
family member's relationship with one another.
I see a lot of hate, frustration
and misunderstandings....
If I tilted my head up,
tucking my thumb under my chin
and with my fingers in the base of my mouth
pull it off with all my might.
I decide I shouldn't
as I feel
it would spoil this very grand, family dinner.
A rare dinner out as my family is small,
Only zoning in when I feel It is my turn
to chip in on the current, pointless discussion.
Instead I take a step back and analyse every
family member's relationship with one another.
I see a lot of hate, frustration
and misunderstandings....
774 reads
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