Submissions by WordsUnspoken (lucifersteeth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of these poems were written in/post-high school, so naturally if I tried to edit them today, 90% would end up deleted. So I'm just going to leave them here. Also I still post sometimes, so hello. ♥️
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2013 2:38am
22nd Oct 2013 2:38am
Expensive Paper for Pretentious Freelance Artists
I always thought
You could really see
me.
Until the day
I noticed your
blindness;
Your entirely lensed
soul,
Which filtered every
flick of
My tongue
incorrectly.
I learned the hard way
that you never
really
saw me.
You could really see
me.
Until the day
I noticed your
blindness;
Your entirely lensed
soul,
Which filtered every
flick of
My tongue
incorrectly.
I learned the hard way
that you never
really
saw me.
588 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 5:13am
9th Oct 2013 5:13am
Untitled. Because I said so.
I have him
and I'm losing
everything else.
It's getting worse
and I
feel
I've sunk
sunk
sunk
So fucking
low
I don't
want to be
anymore.
He
brought back
a corpse
with a shred of
hope
but I've already
rotted
and no amount of
his breath in my
lungs
can stir
in me
true
resurrection.
Because it takes
HOURS
to wake me up
and days to
Calm my tears
I'm sick.
I'm
fucking ...
and I'm losing
everything else.
It's getting worse
and I
feel
I've sunk
sunk
sunk
So fucking
low
I don't
want to be
anymore.
He
brought back
a corpse
with a shred of
hope
but I've already
rotted
and no amount of
his breath in my
lungs
can stir
in me
true
resurrection.
Because it takes
HOURS
to wake me up
and days to
Calm my tears
I'm sick.
I'm
fucking ...
516 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2013 7:56am
6th Oct 2013 7:56am
Grey Blasphemy
It's all the same.
Everything.
Nothing speaks anymore.
Not even the
Poetry.
Not even the
music.
Everything.
Nothing speaks anymore.
Not even the
Poetry.
Not even the
music.
596 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 8:39pm
3rd Oct 2013 8:39pm
This is just going to be untitled. So deal with it.
Little
shivers of pleasure rush
through my body with
the opening of the
flesh of my wrist for
the first time in two years.
shivers of pleasure rush
through my body with
the opening of the
flesh of my wrist for
the first time in two years.
585 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 4:49am
27th Sep 2013 4:49am
The Field
Me
my wilting flower
candescent immortal
lilting in sugar wind
in summer sky
My petals have lost
and become rust
crumbling
Me
my failing waters
twine roots who
weep for a drop
my wilting flower
candescent immortal
lilting in sugar wind
in summer sky
My petals have lost
and become rust
crumbling
Me
my failing waters
twine roots who
weep for a drop
566 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 8:41am
15th Sep 2013 8:41am
On the Contract and Disadvantages of Exclusive Perception
What is god?
Is he your food?
Your skin?
Your sex?
Is god a book you read?
An idea,
Or your mirror?
And what is the devil?
The ugly?
The part of you
that you despise
Or deny?
What is anything
beyond opinion,
Indocrination,
Anything beyond dogma,
And bias?
What is your god today?
Is he your food?
Your skin?
Your sex?
Is god a book you read?
An idea,
Or your mirror?
And what is the devil?
The ugly?
The part of you
that you despise
Or deny?
What is anything
beyond opinion,
Indocrination,
Anything beyond dogma,
And bias?
What is your god today?
537 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 8:16pm
13th Jul 2013 8:16pm
Mister Frankenstein, Won't You Please Be Mine?
From the shadows, he crept!
Eyes seeing past eternity;
Imploring malady of depth-
About the impregnable hour.
This benevolent sagacity
Does succumb a mute lip,
Deterring discouds of extant.
As rashéd trust destroys me,
And seeps to claim my veins;
To martyr sense and sight!
He is sweetest poison;
A beautious, misanthropist
Silencer - with meltic music
To imprint on wanton ears.
Centuries are enveloped
In his eyes,
In those grey spheres,
So intricate with trite.
Like lariat of conscious -
Stagnant lungs...
Eyes seeing past eternity;
Imploring malady of depth-
About the impregnable hour.
This benevolent sagacity
Does succumb a mute lip,
Deterring discouds of extant.
As rashéd trust destroys me,
And seeps to claim my veins;
To martyr sense and sight!
He is sweetest poison;
A beautious, misanthropist
Silencer - with meltic music
To imprint on wanton ears.
Centuries are enveloped
In his eyes,
In those grey spheres,
So intricate with trite.
Like lariat of conscious -
Stagnant lungs...
624 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 4:03am
13th Jul 2013 4:03am
NecRomance
Your coldness is so deeply inviting,
your skeletal elegance chills me.
The remains clinging to your structure
buzz with a need for life.
I want to give you a pulse.
And spread within you a warmth
Not unlike my own.
Your stillness aches for company,
And so I'll give you all of mine.
I'll give you every moment left
And still yet, after I join your
Lonely sepulchre eternally.
Your coldness is so very alluring.
I want to make you whole.
your skeletal elegance chills me.
The remains clinging to your structure
buzz with a need for life.
I want to give you a pulse.
And spread within you a warmth
Not unlike my own.
Your stillness aches for company,
And so I'll give you all of mine.
I'll give you every moment left
And still yet, after I join your
Lonely sepulchre eternally.
Your coldness is so very alluring.
I want to make you whole.
812 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jun 2013 4:30am
15th Jun 2013 4:30am
The Atrophy of Existance
I feel I have met my impasse;
Nothing seems real anymore
Beyond the drops of
Red
Red
Red
From my broken skin.
Nothing seems to exist outside
The numbness which captivates me.
I have given up again.
I close my eyes,
But still,
I do not rest;
and still,
I cannot breathe.
See, I have felt your pulse now-
And I have known your lies,
I have known the lies of
So many who have proven no
One truly cares enough for the truth,
And it leads me here,
To masochism,
And I cannot...
Nothing seems real anymore
Beyond the drops of
Red
Red
Red
From my broken skin.
Nothing seems to exist outside
The numbness which captivates me.
I have given up again.
I close my eyes,
But still,
I do not rest;
and still,
I cannot breathe.
See, I have felt your pulse now-
And I have known your lies,
I have known the lies of
So many who have proven no
One truly cares enough for the truth,
And it leads me here,
To masochism,
And I cannot...
613 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 9:41pm
14th Jun 2013 9:41pm
Luna's Veil
The ocean's swells caress her shore,
a luminous array to his moon's
chalky shadows and twists the salty
allure to depths unknown, to a
frightening mirror.
Yes, that's what the shadows can
do; they paralyze you.
The midnight waters will draw you in,
Her brine will sear your eyes and
Parch your tongue.
Her sands can sweep you
To the bottom and lull
You to a peacful sleep.
Where the pressure is gone
yet is even as present as before
When, then, the winds
Gripped your lungs and swelled
Their gaits to...
a luminous array to his moon's
chalky shadows and twists the salty
allure to depths unknown, to a
frightening mirror.
Yes, that's what the shadows can
do; they paralyze you.
The midnight waters will draw you in,
Her brine will sear your eyes and
Parch your tongue.
Her sands can sweep you
To the bottom and lull
You to a peacful sleep.
Where the pressure is gone
yet is even as present as before
When, then, the winds
Gripped your lungs and swelled
Their gaits to...
734 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 5:19am
12th Jun 2013 5:19am
The Night
Is it so sad to see
The beauty,
The poetry,
Of Death and His
Sweetness?
Is it but my soul
Romanticizing
The coldness,
The frigid, unsurpassed
Reality of Him,
which so many
Fear because of
Ignorance?
Am I only a
Dark, foolish
Cynic with the hope of
Beauty beyond the
Grave?
And what is there that
May lay beyond heaving
Lungs?
I feel I see Death
As a comfort because
Of His eternity;
that His prescence
Is an always thing,
And that He will not ...
The beauty,
The poetry,
Of Death and His
Sweetness?
Is it but my soul
Romanticizing
The coldness,
The frigid, unsurpassed
Reality of Him,
which so many
Fear because of
Ignorance?
Am I only a
Dark, foolish
Cynic with the hope of
Beauty beyond the
Grave?
And what is there that
May lay beyond heaving
Lungs?
I feel I see Death
As a comfort because
Of His eternity;
that His prescence
Is an always thing,
And that He will not ...
706 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 4:14am
12th Jun 2013 4:14am
The Master of My Morgue
Collide with me;
with our scars,
With everything,
All my ugliness.
Accept what
I cannot?
Because perfection
Isn't real and
I choose to tell
Myself this
Because I am not
A social perfection
of blonde and blue,
Of golden skin and
Legs for miles.
But I'll still hope,
With a heart that's
Somehow far too
Compassionate,
Yet cold and scarce,
That you'll see beyond
My personal misunderstood
Of dark hair
Dark eyes
And skin that's
Milky white and
Littered in thick scars,
Reminders of...
with our scars,
With everything,
All my ugliness.
Accept what
I cannot?
Because perfection
Isn't real and
I choose to tell
Myself this
Because I am not
A social perfection
of blonde and blue,
Of golden skin and
Legs for miles.
But I'll still hope,
With a heart that's
Somehow far too
Compassionate,
Yet cold and scarce,
That you'll see beyond
My personal misunderstood
Of dark hair
Dark eyes
And skin that's
Milky white and
Littered in thick scars,
Reminders of...
696 reads
5 Comments
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