Submissions by antonee19
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You don't need to know me. You'll find out enough through my poetry.
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 11:18pm
16th Feb 2012 11:18pm
Funny Eyes
I got a cemetery mind,
Intermingling defined.
I’m at the procreator’s gate,
Dirt and grime to nauseate.
Halls with no walls,
Birds with no wings,
A snake’s throat,
The back of my mind sings.
Chances ill with magnetism,
Drawn into fate,
At the procreator’s gate.
You don’t think we don’t know.
Paranoia interflows.
Gonna feed the starvin’ child,
Until it just don’t grow.
Surrender to a waking dawn,
A yawning midnight drawn.
Just because everyone else has food,
Doesn’t mean you’ll be fed, child.
Now grow,...
Intermingling defined.
I’m at the procreator’s gate,
Dirt and grime to nauseate.
Halls with no walls,
Birds with no wings,
A snake’s throat,
The back of my mind sings.
Chances ill with magnetism,
Drawn into fate,
At the procreator’s gate.
You don’t think we don’t know.
Paranoia interflows.
Gonna feed the starvin’ child,
Until it just don’t grow.
Surrender to a waking dawn,
A yawning midnight drawn.
Just because everyone else has food,
Doesn’t mean you’ll be fed, child.
Now grow,...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 3:03am
1st Feb 2012 3:03am
Iscariot
Iscariot
I came out of the averted eyes,
I arose on a weekend day,
When no one was out.
I stood tall in the wake of loneliness.
Now I am a value, a mortal with a rep.
I am ostracized with lust, feared with devotion.
I am held as a bounty, wanted.
Hunted in the bush, the canopy, the grasslands,
Hunted with an elephant rifle, silver bullet glimmering.
That better go in my head, or I’ll maul you into Lethe.
You better find nirvana in my death.
Charon should hold you hand,
I should break your knees with a bat so you can’t stand....
I came out of the averted eyes,
I arose on a weekend day,
When no one was out.
I stood tall in the wake of loneliness.
Now I am a value, a mortal with a rep.
I am ostracized with lust, feared with devotion.
I am held as a bounty, wanted.
Hunted in the bush, the canopy, the grasslands,
Hunted with an elephant rifle, silver bullet glimmering.
That better go in my head, or I’ll maul you into Lethe.
You better find nirvana in my death.
Charon should hold you hand,
I should break your knees with a bat so you can’t stand....
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 10:54pm
15th Jan 2012 10:54pm
Trophy Girl
Went out to see if I could catch a dumb ugly broad,
By the edge of her patience.
I tired her out and drained her complacence.
She needs to be dealt with, she needs a man.
She bit the hook and got cut on the line.
Now she’s mine.
Not for pleasure, not for torture,
Not for humiliation or cruelty.
I am merely making a point,
So I may spiritually heal and anoint.
A rich grimoire of feedback,
Pages thick of ideas and art.
However, I ignore these deep recesses of her heart,
I ignore this magic, this love,
I ignore her needs....
By the edge of her patience.
I tired her out and drained her complacence.
She needs to be dealt with, she needs a man.
She bit the hook and got cut on the line.
Now she’s mine.
Not for pleasure, not for torture,
Not for humiliation or cruelty.
I am merely making a point,
So I may spiritually heal and anoint.
A rich grimoire of feedback,
Pages thick of ideas and art.
However, I ignore these deep recesses of her heart,
I ignore this magic, this love,
I ignore her needs....
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 2:19am
13th Jan 2012 2:19am
Big Brother
This poem symbolizes the Big Brother Concept, first thought of from reading works of George Orwell. If you get confused, look it up. I'll make a lot more sense.
I can be comforting.
I can rest by your side like an old dog.
I can wag my tail and follow you slowly,
Just out of reach.
I could be your other piece,
Your missing heart.
I could hold you down and whisper,
Right into the chasms of you ear.
I could make your eardrum bust,
Without saying anything audible.
I could enlighten you,
Until you evolve into something else.
But...
I can be comforting.
I can rest by your side like an old dog.
I can wag my tail and follow you slowly,
Just out of reach.
I could be your other piece,
Your missing heart.
I could hold you down and whisper,
Right into the chasms of you ear.
I could make your eardrum bust,
Without saying anything audible.
I could enlighten you,
Until you evolve into something else.
But...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 2:18am
10th Jan 2012 2:18am
Pillage
Furnished black and satin,
Ebony and bones, white opaque.
Red hot tongues, blue irises flickering.
Bleeding mouth snickering.
The rod turns to stone and is raised.
Under silk, underwater, drowning in sweat.
Smothered in intimacy, bewilderment like infancy.
Confused and wide eyed, silent and wheezing.
The pleasure is proliferating, the fear diminishing.
The rod rams open the castle doors, wood splintering.
Now there’s no turning back, the only way is through.
Let it in, let it slither up and bite the forbidden apple.
Let it turn to...
Ebony and bones, white opaque.
Red hot tongues, blue irises flickering.
Bleeding mouth snickering.
The rod turns to stone and is raised.
Under silk, underwater, drowning in sweat.
Smothered in intimacy, bewilderment like infancy.
Confused and wide eyed, silent and wheezing.
The pleasure is proliferating, the fear diminishing.
The rod rams open the castle doors, wood splintering.
Now there’s no turning back, the only way is through.
Let it in, let it slither up and bite the forbidden apple.
Let it turn to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2012 2:11am
4th Jan 2012 2:11am
Wipe
Simple minded,
Yet a dawn treader.
A voyage, a voyeur.
Behind and undefined,
Blurred and out of reach.
The negative light, the backdrop,
Waiting for an opportune moment.
Like an arbiter, like an espionage.
Taking your feet out from under you,
Undermining your stature,
Positioning failure in front of your nose.
Conservative and reticent,
Liberal and wild.
I should be released like a starving child.
Then I’ll eschew the consequences,
At least until they catch up and rape me.
I am deliberate and inconsiderate,...
Yet a dawn treader.
A voyage, a voyeur.
Behind and undefined,
Blurred and out of reach.
The negative light, the backdrop,
Waiting for an opportune moment.
Like an arbiter, like an espionage.
Taking your feet out from under you,
Undermining your stature,
Positioning failure in front of your nose.
Conservative and reticent,
Liberal and wild.
I should be released like a starving child.
Then I’ll eschew the consequences,
At least until they catch up and rape me.
I am deliberate and inconsiderate,...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jan 2012 1:05am
4th Jan 2012 1:05am
Bantam Man
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2012 11:39pm
1st Jan 2012 11:39pm
The Year of the Fly
Brother, I am Raskolnikov.
I am verging on depravity and introspection.
I have a moth-eaten soul and bleached skin.
But I want to converse, and I want to be extrovert.
I want a friend or two.
Brother, I am Ben-Hur.
I am the epitome of a moral slate,
I am the face of a stone, commandments written.
And I proclaim the prophecy alone,
Flea-bitten.
I am two iconic figures, with a schism in between,
I am the middle ground, with an idea to intervene.
I am held, I am released, I’m shoved out into the world,
I am relinquished of heat and...
I am verging on depravity and introspection.
I have a moth-eaten soul and bleached skin.
But I want to converse, and I want to be extrovert.
I want a friend or two.
Brother, I am Ben-Hur.
I am the epitome of a moral slate,
I am the face of a stone, commandments written.
And I proclaim the prophecy alone,
Flea-bitten.
I am two iconic figures, with a schism in between,
I am the middle ground, with an idea to intervene.
I am held, I am released, I’m shoved out into the world,
I am relinquished of heat and...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 5:44pm
31st Dec 2011 5:44pm
The Brittle Bridle
I don’t even look forward to the day,
Just the searing hot midnight shower,
So my sins are burnt away.
This isn’t a monologue,
But a soliloquy.
I am truly alone with my ability.
It is the middle of the night,
I am the angel among the black,
Cloaked and winged.
I am an observer,
A preserver,
A peacekeeper.
But what peace is there to keep?
It has fallen out of my grasp,
Like silky water.
I should really learn to forget,
With this temper of mine and all.
Sometimes I seem serine, though…
The...
Just the searing hot midnight shower,
So my sins are burnt away.
This isn’t a monologue,
But a soliloquy.
I am truly alone with my ability.
It is the middle of the night,
I am the angel among the black,
Cloaked and winged.
I am an observer,
A preserver,
A peacekeeper.
But what peace is there to keep?
It has fallen out of my grasp,
Like silky water.
I should really learn to forget,
With this temper of mine and all.
Sometimes I seem serine, though…
The...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2011 2:42am
19th Dec 2011 2:42am
Protension
This is the mutating flow of debasement,
The uninterrupted cycle of atonement,
This is a moral ground on which I stand.
Beat it down, to the floor and through the earth.
Break it backwards into hell, into the Divine Comedy
I am bending a new idea in the fabric of unoriginality.
Hurt it, fix it, heal it back to a nurtured health,
Then debase it into a fit of shattered shards,
As the cold water washes you clean.
More graceful than Machiavelli,
More cunning than a four-headed Devil,
And smaller than a pulsing quasar.
A...
The uninterrupted cycle of atonement,
This is a moral ground on which I stand.
Beat it down, to the floor and through the earth.
Break it backwards into hell, into the Divine Comedy
I am bending a new idea in the fabric of unoriginality.
Hurt it, fix it, heal it back to a nurtured health,
Then debase it into a fit of shattered shards,
As the cold water washes you clean.
More graceful than Machiavelli,
More cunning than a four-headed Devil,
And smaller than a pulsing quasar.
A...
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