Submissions by archetype23
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I'm WORKIN' on it!"
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Apr 2015 9:02am
23rd Apr 2015 9:02am
King in cocoon (a gambler's tale)
The knave knew his changing upon entering the womb
In the cave, while deranging, became a King in cocoon
knew his birth to the new world, that old things were dead
from the moment the light kissed the crown of his head
The world held her arms out to mother the child
until his vision was safe, his perception defiled
Through the passage of aging, her misleading wile
became a cage full of rage, then the light of her smile
adorned a young lover whom he had found there
with scorn, not another was ever as fair
as the maiden he'd found during the...
In the cave, while deranging, became a King in cocoon
knew his birth to the new world, that old things were dead
from the moment the light kissed the crown of his head
The world held her arms out to mother the child
until his vision was safe, his perception defiled
Through the passage of aging, her misleading wile
became a cage full of rage, then the light of her smile
adorned a young lover whom he had found there
with scorn, not another was ever as fair
as the maiden he'd found during the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 10:56am
28th Mar 2015 10:56am
Dead Battery
Half dead and battered, a few bones shattered
blood splattered upon the pavement of depravement
thought scatters until none of this matters
I hear the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance
shrieking their call of approaching assistance
A song mocking my undeserving existence
Then the sound fades away
into pulsating fading resistance
back into the distance
as I lie here dying alone
clinging to a dead fucking phone
blood splattered upon the pavement of depravement
thought scatters until none of this matters
I hear the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance
shrieking their call of approaching assistance
A song mocking my undeserving existence
Then the sound fades away
into pulsating fading resistance
back into the distance
as I lie here dying alone
clinging to a dead fucking phone
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2015 7:38am
14th Feb 2015 7:38am
laptop epitaph
Inner anguish stirring violently
Hot coffee dropped across my laptop
Empty screen now staring silently
Hot coffee dropped across my laptop
Empty screen now staring silently
646 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 2:48am
2nd Feb 2015 2:48am
The greatest sin
I spend hours and hour sifting through the flowers
of irrational passion and unsilenced violence
admitted submission and undaunted defiance
like rows and rows of roses rising
from the soil of sin and turmoil within
and I've yet to peer within your book of self
lying there alone on its separate shelf
Untouched Undefined Undefiled Divine
with its uncracked spine so unlike mine
Will you share it with me, may I look inside
at the tempestuous temptations you're attempting to hide
I promise not to tarnish its exquisite cover
nor to bend the delicate...
of irrational passion and unsilenced violence
admitted submission and undaunted defiance
like rows and rows of roses rising
from the soil of sin and turmoil within
and I've yet to peer within your book of self
lying there alone on its separate shelf
Untouched Undefined Undefiled Divine
with its uncracked spine so unlike mine
Will you share it with me, may I look inside
at the tempestuous temptations you're attempting to hide
I promise not to tarnish its exquisite cover
nor to bend the delicate...
815 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Dec 2014 7:22am
13th Dec 2014 7:22am
Masturbator (an exercise in alphabet)
1152 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2014 1:53am
28th Nov 2014 1:53am
I see you in the I.C.U.
The silent buzzing of eternal light
shifts with opening eyes into fuzzy disguise
warm water falling like virgin silk
upon my numb and vulnerable skin
soft hands caress each part of me
my eye traces across the soft subtle features
of delicate faces of angelic creatures
I attempt to speak, a weakened endeavor
soft laughter sputters from their youthful essence
like fluttering butterflies flying forever
then muttering amongst themselves
leaving me isolated in their presence
They believe that I won't remember a thing
that I perceive nothing more...
shifts with opening eyes into fuzzy disguise
warm water falling like virgin silk
upon my numb and vulnerable skin
soft hands caress each part of me
my eye traces across the soft subtle features
of delicate faces of angelic creatures
I attempt to speak, a weakened endeavor
soft laughter sputters from their youthful essence
like fluttering butterflies flying forever
then muttering amongst themselves
leaving me isolated in their presence
They believe that I won't remember a thing
that I perceive nothing more...
854 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2014 5:39am
6th Nov 2014 5:39am
Lament of the lifeless immortal
Buried in time, I see the light
and the light is so far away
If I could live through this
then I could live to dream another day
This tomb without walls is far too small
and I can't envision being free
a trade of meaning for life only to see
emptiness echo through eternity
Sell me my soul, I'm getting old
and I haven't anything to pay
the price was too high to never die
you never gave me what you promised me
and the light is so far away
If I could live through this
then I could live to dream another day
This tomb without walls is far too small
and I can't envision being free
a trade of meaning for life only to see
emptiness echo through eternity
Sell me my soul, I'm getting old
and I haven't anything to pay
the price was too high to never die
you never gave me what you promised me
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2014 4:20am
6th Oct 2014 4:20am
All is dead
God is dead, he passed away yesterday
all he said was all that he had to say
your view of free will was never really truly free
the ways of this world were concocted by conspiracy
your view of reality was constructed by insanity
your only true love was nothing more than fantasy
Now everything above
and everything I see and feel
and everything I thought was love
is all that I want to kill
all he said was all that he had to say
your view of free will was never really truly free
the ways of this world were concocted by conspiracy
your view of reality was constructed by insanity
your only true love was nothing more than fantasy
Now everything above
and everything I see and feel
and everything I thought was love
is all that I want to kill
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 7:45am
1st Oct 2014 7:45am
Newborn (an excercise in alphabet)
A
baby
cries,
delivered.
Everything's
fine.
Gently
holding
infinite
joy,
knowing
love,
Mother
nodding
off,
perceptions
quietly
resting,
staring
tentatively
upwards,
viewing
wonders-
-Xanadu's
yawning
zenith
baby
cries,
delivered.
Everything's
fine.
Gently
holding
infinite
joy,
knowing
love,
Mother
nodding
off,
perceptions
quietly
resting,
staring
tentatively
upwards,
viewing
wonders-
-Xanadu's
yawning
zenith
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 7:29am
1st Oct 2014 7:29am
Breathe for me
So this was life
and this is death
never to breathe another breath
The cool breeze tickles my skin
begging to be within
to be a part of me
startled to see
my inability
to continue to be
I will soon be dispersed
across the universe
one and the same
freed from seeing
and being in this sentient curse
no more thirst.
No more anything
free
I will cease to be
I will let the cool breeze
breathe for me
for I will be a part of it soon
and this is death
never to breathe another breath
The cool breeze tickles my skin
begging to be within
to be a part of me
startled to see
my inability
to continue to be
I will soon be dispersed
across the universe
one and the same
freed from seeing
and being in this sentient curse
no more thirst.
No more anything
free
I will cease to be
I will let the cool breeze
breathe for me
for I will be a part of it soon
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2014 6:44am
18th Sep 2014 6:44am
deception of perception
One may perceive a deadly disease
as a cool breeze eases through
the leaves of the trees
One man might experience a giddy joy
not felt since he was a little boy
watching moonbeams gleam off the blood on the blade
of his favorite childhood toy
A person may witness a twisted face
embedded within the gnarled knots and veins
of a stained piece of wood
while another seeks out a piece of pure pine
to see embedded in a blood-stained face
All kinds of minds make up the human race
Nothing is real, nothing is true
except for every individual's...
as a cool breeze eases through
the leaves of the trees
One man might experience a giddy joy
not felt since he was a little boy
watching moonbeams gleam off the blood on the blade
of his favorite childhood toy
A person may witness a twisted face
embedded within the gnarled knots and veins
of a stained piece of wood
while another seeks out a piece of pure pine
to see embedded in a blood-stained face
All kinds of minds make up the human race
Nothing is real, nothing is true
except for every individual's...
754 reads
1 Comment
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