Submissions by archetype23
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm WORKIN' on it!"
BLACK AND WHITE SPECKLES
A warm swarm of flowing wings
brings the singing glow of a feathered dream
circling around overhead and then perching
on the overpass, resting at last
right over head with eyes glaring
staring and searching for anything dead
or anything stirring and waiting to die
with a dinosaur eye scanning for a french fry
or anything they can find, like an onion ring loop
leaving behind while singing, leaving behind
black and white speckles of pigeon poop
brings the singing glow of a feathered dream
circling around overhead and then perching
on the overpass, resting at last
right over head with eyes glaring
staring and searching for anything dead
or anything stirring and waiting to die
with a dinosaur eye scanning for a french fry
or anything they can find, like an onion ring loop
leaving behind while singing, leaving behind
black and white speckles of pigeon poop
557 reads
2 Comments
LET'S HAVE A LOOK
624 reads
0 Comments
A CELL IN THE BODY OF GOD
Everything I've ever seen
will always remain immortal
stained in inspired pain
behind a wire framed window pane
A multifaceted manufactured string woven
around every other single being struggling
and everything they've ever seen
will always remain woven together
into a majestic tapestry
of eternally flawed perfection
We're all just a part of a higher being
born and living and dying unseen
in a jail cell in a prison pod
We're all just a cell in the body of God
will always remain immortal
stained in inspired pain
behind a wire framed window pane
A multifaceted manufactured string woven
around every other single being struggling
and everything they've ever seen
will always remain woven together
into a majestic tapestry
of eternally flawed perfection
We're all just a part of a higher being
born and living and dying unseen
in a jail cell in a prison pod
We're all just a cell in the body of God
726 reads
4 Comments
A poem for my poets
From lullabies with vanishing cries
to long lost love with cruel goodbyes
and anything you've ever read or heard and laughed
is yet another poet's craft.....
Everything we silently steal or feel
and everything we violently sing is real
Any fantasy within the schism of time
with or without any rhythm or rhyme
Any past torture now no longer dormant
of which persistence insists with its torment
or a precision revision of now and then
with a newly found vision of Zen
Love lost, love found or found again
Lust bound without cost,...
to long lost love with cruel goodbyes
and anything you've ever read or heard and laughed
is yet another poet's craft.....
Everything we silently steal or feel
and everything we violently sing is real
Any fantasy within the schism of time
with or without any rhythm or rhyme
Any past torture now no longer dormant
of which persistence insists with its torment
or a precision revision of now and then
with a newly found vision of Zen
Love lost, love found or found again
Lust bound without cost,...
597 reads
3 Comments
FLUSHED
Unwinning cards flipping fast through the casino
slipping around sinning like a spinning ballerina
Thick fake teeth clashing while sipping cheap vino
within an endless friendless sadistic arena
I'm a fool on a stool as I lay down my pay
pushed into a pool and then flushed away
A phony baloney repeating like a parrot
and betting on the pony that's chasing a carrot
murky waters as I rise back up to the table
ready, disarmed, and prepared to disable
The agitator stirring back conflict
treating me like a returning crack addict
Don't...
slipping around sinning like a spinning ballerina
Thick fake teeth clashing while sipping cheap vino
within an endless friendless sadistic arena
I'm a fool on a stool as I lay down my pay
pushed into a pool and then flushed away
A phony baloney repeating like a parrot
and betting on the pony that's chasing a carrot
murky waters as I rise back up to the table
ready, disarmed, and prepared to disable
The agitator stirring back conflict
treating me like a returning crack addict
Don't...
608 reads
4 Comments
THE ETERNAL FALL
I couldn't imagine life being any other way
than being abused and accused of atrocity
while witnessing the magnificent lack of tragic logic
within fantasy's fantastic reality
A misshapen myriad of many mangled mishaps
perhaps mailing a mess of misunderstood memories
confessed in distress to a failing address
pressed into a mural in a burial pyramid wall that nobody sees
My blasphemies calling while falling, awoken,
arms flailing while calling out, impaling myself
on a spike within a failing Reich of my own psyche,
the last of...
than being abused and accused of atrocity
while witnessing the magnificent lack of tragic logic
within fantasy's fantastic reality
A misshapen myriad of many mangled mishaps
perhaps mailing a mess of misunderstood memories
confessed in distress to a failing address
pressed into a mural in a burial pyramid wall that nobody sees
My blasphemies calling while falling, awoken,
arms flailing while calling out, impaling myself
on a spike within a failing Reich of my own psyche,
the last of...
588 reads
2 Comments
Ducks in the pool
I'm not trying to be slick or seem cool
just smoking outside sitting on a wicker stool
I'm a dick, sure, just trying to take a picture
of two fucking ducks in the courtyard swimming pool
A friend lends me a camera with a blurry lens, cool,
to take pictures of my unaware feathered friends
He had no cash to buy a better one
with a decent flash to set, so all I was able to get
was a blurry pic of a duck dicking a duck
in a black and white fucking duck silhouette
quacking and cracking up, I knew the two knew
as into the silent night they flew
just smoking outside sitting on a wicker stool
I'm a dick, sure, just trying to take a picture
of two fucking ducks in the courtyard swimming pool
A friend lends me a camera with a blurry lens, cool,
to take pictures of my unaware feathered friends
He had no cash to buy a better one
with a decent flash to set, so all I was able to get
was a blurry pic of a duck dicking a duck
in a black and white fucking duck silhouette
quacking and cracking up, I knew the two knew
as into the silent night they flew
610 reads
5 Comments
HAIKU 575
I tried to write a haiku. Complex simplicity
But to me it appeared to me that simplicity
isn't nearly as easy to speak about
as simple complexity
Nothing in life is simple
and if it can be described
in seventeen syllables then, well, Hell,
why even attempt to mention it?
It's BULLSHIT!!!
Don't even bother!!
My brothers and sisters, don't get me wrong
turn your invention into tension and then pass me the bong
then fix it and mix it with a sweet follow on
and make it a chorus with a beat trailing on
then say FUCK YOU! and...
But to me it appeared to me that simplicity
isn't nearly as easy to speak about
as simple complexity
Nothing in life is simple
and if it can be described
in seventeen syllables then, well, Hell,
why even attempt to mention it?
It's BULLSHIT!!!
Don't even bother!!
My brothers and sisters, don't get me wrong
turn your invention into tension and then pass me the bong
then fix it and mix it with a sweet follow on
and make it a chorus with a beat trailing on
then say FUCK YOU! and...
631 reads
4 Comments
MESSED UP
Did you mess up again, you dumb fuck up?
Just dress up and confess up with a pen again
Test stress, distressed ink, luck fucked up, thinking
you forgot the perfect line in a rhyme once again
and didn't get to the pen and paper in time
You just woke up, pup, and then the raper of mind
became an escalading rapper invading the crapper
leaving a fading betraying tapering turd of a word string
straining and staining mankind behind you
to remind you of a few new pains remaining to find you
Disorder with a forwarded restraining order
in a cell...
Just dress up and confess up with a pen again
Test stress, distressed ink, luck fucked up, thinking
you forgot the perfect line in a rhyme once again
and didn't get to the pen and paper in time
You just woke up, pup, and then the raper of mind
became an escalading rapper invading the crapper
leaving a fading betraying tapering turd of a word string
straining and staining mankind behind you
to remind you of a few new pains remaining to find you
Disorder with a forwarded restraining order
in a cell...
634 reads
9 Comments
CANARY BOY
Sing as loud as your soul allows
bringing upon proud curtsies and bows
and accept that there is no tangible choice
in respect to your soul with evangelistic voice
Scream out your being, SHOUT!
Never doubt what you're bringing from inside your being
Bring to the scene a new route
with a thought-out dead-end to a dead trend set
Its hard, I need to read this card before I send it
bringing a new screaming meaning to my being
freeing the stinging I'm seeing
without a voice or any choice
Scream out like an unordanary extraordinary toy ...
bringing upon proud curtsies and bows
and accept that there is no tangible choice
in respect to your soul with evangelistic voice
Scream out your being, SHOUT!
Never doubt what you're bringing from inside your being
Bring to the scene a new route
with a thought-out dead-end to a dead trend set
Its hard, I need to read this card before I send it
bringing a new screaming meaning to my being
freeing the stinging I'm seeing
without a voice or any choice
Scream out like an unordanary extraordinary toy ...
596 reads
3 Comments
A NEW WORLD AWAITS
Awoken in pain
memories that never die
continue to burn
I'm forced to replay
all of those stinging lost days
haunting me during each hour's haze
Never new thoughts to play with
nothing but another day
all taken away
Nothing to show now
everything I've worked towards
all taken away
I can rebuild this, all of this
It is happening today
A new world awaits
memories that never die
continue to burn
I'm forced to replay
all of those stinging lost days
haunting me during each hour's haze
Never new thoughts to play with
nothing but another day
all taken away
Nothing to show now
everything I've worked towards
all taken away
I can rebuild this, all of this
It is happening today
A new world awaits
704 reads
4 Comments
The most spectacular dream
I awoke from the most spectacular dream
and now I can't remember a God damned thing
an out-of-place face placed onto a pike
an unnoticed silent violent voice on the mike
Screaming and seemingly endlessly dreaming
of treasures beyond any possible measures
and then daylight ending all transcending impending pleasures----
sending me back to a world without any meaning
and now I can't remember a God damned thing
an out-of-place face placed onto a pike
an unnoticed silent violent voice on the mike
Screaming and seemingly endlessly dreaming
of treasures beyond any possible measures
and then daylight ending all transcending impending pleasures----
sending me back to a world without any meaning
620 reads
6 Comments
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