Submissions by antonee19
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 1:36am
9th Mar 2012 1:36am
If There Was A Black Kipling
Distant departure,
An empty sunset,
A bed of stars with night terrors,
Drenched in rich sweat and torrid mystery.
A bloodhound shot in the head,
Crooning to the moon like her jester
(There are whispers from the molester).
Revenged rejected, retaliation considered,
I still wonder about all the things I’ve missed.
Daylight breaks, morning bathes,
I’m in a wake, begged by the beaten.
I’ll feed them ambrosia,
Because they’ve forgotten they’ve eaten.
Still…there’s so much to do,
So much I’ve surpassed, so much overlooked...
An empty sunset,
A bed of stars with night terrors,
Drenched in rich sweat and torrid mystery.
A bloodhound shot in the head,
Crooning to the moon like her jester
(There are whispers from the molester).
Revenged rejected, retaliation considered,
I still wonder about all the things I’ve missed.
Daylight breaks, morning bathes,
I’m in a wake, begged by the beaten.
I’ll feed them ambrosia,
Because they’ve forgotten they’ve eaten.
Still…there’s so much to do,
So much I’ve surpassed, so much overlooked...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 1:18am
9th Mar 2012 1:18am
The Coward in Me
I yield,
I sigh.
Exhaustion sleeps with me.
A temptress glides by,
Beautiful and stress-less.
She smells my envy with a watchful eye.
I feel sorry for any good Lord,
And all angels under its wings,
Yet nothing more.
The Sunday rolls in on a thundercloud,
An Easter morning of graceful veil and shroud.
There is nothing left for me to taste,
Nothing real and nothing fake.
Hard lessons learned, the polycephaly sprouting in my friends.
There is loneliness, and then there is pride.
There’s a time to do what’s right, and a time to lie....
I sigh.
Exhaustion sleeps with me.
A temptress glides by,
Beautiful and stress-less.
She smells my envy with a watchful eye.
I feel sorry for any good Lord,
And all angels under its wings,
Yet nothing more.
The Sunday rolls in on a thundercloud,
An Easter morning of graceful veil and shroud.
There is nothing left for me to taste,
Nothing real and nothing fake.
Hard lessons learned, the polycephaly sprouting in my friends.
There is loneliness, and then there is pride.
There’s a time to do what’s right, and a time to lie....
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2012 3:25pm
7th Mar 2012 3:25pm
Nemiceps
Undone,
Lacerated.
Sterilized, opened.
Dissected, blessed.
Worshipped, studied.
Faint peace contaminated.
Muddy birches in the gentle wood.
Hunted like a quail, like a deer.
Silence is the only thing I hear.
Mutilated, disgraced,
Sacrilege defaced.
Wiped clean, teaming.
Moping in the mire,
Finally linked, finally an apostle.
Behind bars of glass,
Under a white font,
Hesitation beneath ambiguity.
If these skies are opaque,
My mind is cleansed.
Reconciliation is my best friend,
Until into some other...
Lacerated.
Sterilized, opened.
Dissected, blessed.
Worshipped, studied.
Faint peace contaminated.
Muddy birches in the gentle wood.
Hunted like a quail, like a deer.
Silence is the only thing I hear.
Mutilated, disgraced,
Sacrilege defaced.
Wiped clean, teaming.
Moping in the mire,
Finally linked, finally an apostle.
Behind bars of glass,
Under a white font,
Hesitation beneath ambiguity.
If these skies are opaque,
My mind is cleansed.
Reconciliation is my best friend,
Until into some other...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 3:42pm
5th Mar 2012 3:42pm
Daffodilia
I’m a beaten boy,
A nappy negligence.
I got smarts without intelligence.
I’m one of them off-sets,
One of them who licks mint off floss.
There just aren’t enough babies to toss,
I’ve come to realize.
What wicked epiphanies manifest,
What candid gospels materialize.
Bloody-back ribs,
Fed on and cooked.
Cannibal cock sausages,
Trust me, I looked.
Holding an open ended argument,
Up on its pedestal,
We debate.
There are times to think, times to hate.
Fewer yet to masturbate.
A translucent dream,
With reality...
A nappy negligence.
I got smarts without intelligence.
I’m one of them off-sets,
One of them who licks mint off floss.
There just aren’t enough babies to toss,
I’ve come to realize.
What wicked epiphanies manifest,
What candid gospels materialize.
Bloody-back ribs,
Fed on and cooked.
Cannibal cock sausages,
Trust me, I looked.
Holding an open ended argument,
Up on its pedestal,
We debate.
There are times to think, times to hate.
Fewer yet to masturbate.
A translucent dream,
With reality...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 11:57pm
24th Feb 2012 11:57pm
Aftershave
She’s got a necklace of rottweiler teeth,
Nails of a featherless vulture.
And damn, does she want me.
She carries around a deck of cards, all aces,
Inside a house covered in faces.
Boy, does she want me.
Her bones are glass, her skin is dust,
She’s opened up for me, half-reluctantly.
But only because she wants me.
A sweet serenade, with ivory melodies,
A despaired cry of Arctic wood.
The voice of an angel (maybe Red Riding Hood).
Eloquent feet, sleek thighs,
A crimson neck and bronze chest.
She presents this for me....
Nails of a featherless vulture.
And damn, does she want me.
She carries around a deck of cards, all aces,
Inside a house covered in faces.
Boy, does she want me.
Her bones are glass, her skin is dust,
She’s opened up for me, half-reluctantly.
But only because she wants me.
A sweet serenade, with ivory melodies,
A despaired cry of Arctic wood.
The voice of an angel (maybe Red Riding Hood).
Eloquent feet, sleek thighs,
A crimson neck and bronze chest.
She presents this for me....
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 11:28pm
24th Feb 2012 11:28pm
Riptide
He had baby’s breath,
And was dressed in woman’s flesh.
There was a sparkle in his lips,
A glint in the eye, like cracked emeralds.
He was another Hannibal,
A purge of a riot,
A twitch buried under charisma,
A lure in the open world.
Spat sputters and mumbled mutters,
Out the mouth of an average Joe,
With an average life, blue-collared.
No longer hidden, a new phase hollered.
Now a Freudian state of mind exposed,
A dormant instinct liberated,
Ready to devise, a fucking smart horse.
He adopts a fake name and fake remorse,...
And was dressed in woman’s flesh.
There was a sparkle in his lips,
A glint in the eye, like cracked emeralds.
He was another Hannibal,
A purge of a riot,
A twitch buried under charisma,
A lure in the open world.
Spat sputters and mumbled mutters,
Out the mouth of an average Joe,
With an average life, blue-collared.
No longer hidden, a new phase hollered.
Now a Freudian state of mind exposed,
A dormant instinct liberated,
Ready to devise, a fucking smart horse.
He adopts a fake name and fake remorse,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 10:08pm
23rd Feb 2012 10:08pm
Milia
A nuance,
A soft push,
A diamond’s caress,
Embodiment in the center.
Jagged features digress.
The captivated stillness of wildlife,
A flurry of leafless trees,
The chill of a sleeping breeze.
She yawns and rests with the stagnant morning,
Wrapping herself up in an aura of comfort,
Her shadow a beckoning spirit.
There’s a soft breath of tidal warmth,
From another lonely day.
A soft push,
A diamond’s caress,
Embodiment in the center.
Jagged features digress.
The captivated stillness of wildlife,
A flurry of leafless trees,
The chill of a sleeping breeze.
She yawns and rests with the stagnant morning,
Wrapping herself up in an aura of comfort,
Her shadow a beckoning spirit.
There’s a soft breath of tidal warmth,
From another lonely day.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 00:43am
23rd Feb 2012 00:43am
There's Eden Behind the Gates
Everybody loves my angel.
She’s smothered, wings torn off.
Left to wait for our rapture.
Left to fall with us.
She’s in our pit, hiding from God.
She walks like we do, armless, toothless.
I like to think she’s watching me,
Protecting me, guiding me,
Away from the long armed mylings,
The jubilant fires and churning demons…
But I know she’s not.
There’s a dragon in the sky,
Killing everybody (but it never flies).
There’s a serpent on the ground,
And a man and woman made of clay, unfound.
There’s an apple in the tree,
And...
She’s smothered, wings torn off.
Left to wait for our rapture.
Left to fall with us.
She’s in our pit, hiding from God.
She walks like we do, armless, toothless.
I like to think she’s watching me,
Protecting me, guiding me,
Away from the long armed mylings,
The jubilant fires and churning demons…
But I know she’s not.
There’s a dragon in the sky,
Killing everybody (but it never flies).
There’s a serpent on the ground,
And a man and woman made of clay, unfound.
There’s an apple in the tree,
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 00:28am
23rd Feb 2012 00:28am
Gangly Legs
A meek hooligan,
New in Mogli’s jungle.
A forgotten arbiter, yet young of mind.
Pigeon-toed, bow-legged,
Ribs slated, vacantly naked.
A thrashing ape, a malarial primate,
A fetus of rash and rage.
Just a shy menace, a little asshole.
A headless fly, without a soul.
A wild child, a horny devil,
The man in the moon, glazed.
The rabid dog finally faced.
A big ugly monster,
A killer in the streets,
Been killing for weeks.
And it conspires,
For it’s a liar,
Devising and etherizing,
Riding guilt’s backbone.
Gonna ride...
New in Mogli’s jungle.
A forgotten arbiter, yet young of mind.
Pigeon-toed, bow-legged,
Ribs slated, vacantly naked.
A thrashing ape, a malarial primate,
A fetus of rash and rage.
Just a shy menace, a little asshole.
A headless fly, without a soul.
A wild child, a horny devil,
The man in the moon, glazed.
The rabid dog finally faced.
A big ugly monster,
A killer in the streets,
Been killing for weeks.
And it conspires,
For it’s a liar,
Devising and etherizing,
Riding guilt’s backbone.
Gonna ride...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 11:52pm
17th Feb 2012 11:52pm
Blindsided
I rode down her cleavage,
Down her face.
I rode that wind, I rode it hard,
Like a starving pooch in the alley.
The windowed light and creeping warmth
Made sure we were as close as intimacy allows.
Bedside boredom, her hair smells like bleach.
I want a kiss and a stroll on the sheets’ beach.
Seagulls will call her name, I’ll step on cracked shells.
Sadness through pleasure, tranquility in deep measure.
Her gentle scream has finally reached me.
The sailors are dead, shipwrecked and weathered.
We rest on every grain of sand, her plumage...
Down her face.
I rode that wind, I rode it hard,
Like a starving pooch in the alley.
The windowed light and creeping warmth
Made sure we were as close as intimacy allows.
Bedside boredom, her hair smells like bleach.
I want a kiss and a stroll on the sheets’ beach.
Seagulls will call her name, I’ll step on cracked shells.
Sadness through pleasure, tranquility in deep measure.
Her gentle scream has finally reached me.
The sailors are dead, shipwrecked and weathered.
We rest on every grain of sand, her plumage...
692 reads
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