Submissions by clio13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing poetry. whether dark, about time, philosophical, respect, justice.....though I still desire for honest critique to be an excellent writer.
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 8:39pm
6th Oct 2012 8:39pm
BottleJar
Don't try to get inside my head
For I want
everything, but nothing
I talk to the mirror,
but my reflection isn't there
I can feel my soul seethe, scratching against
my sanity's door
I feel five
emotions at once,
does that mean I almost feel nothing?
Neurotic is my being
Nerves higher in enthusiasm
than Mount Kilimanjaro
steal me now or forever hold your peace
in your jar of perpetual
silence
I tap steadily on the glass,
stuck in the back of my psyche
The Return isn't fair
all thoughts disappear
I...
For I want
everything, but nothing
I talk to the mirror,
but my reflection isn't there
I can feel my soul seethe, scratching against
my sanity's door
I feel five
emotions at once,
does that mean I almost feel nothing?
Neurotic is my being
Nerves higher in enthusiasm
than Mount Kilimanjaro
steal me now or forever hold your peace
in your jar of perpetual
silence
I tap steadily on the glass,
stuck in the back of my psyche
The Return isn't fair
all thoughts disappear
I...
646 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 2:04pm
5th Oct 2012 2:04pm
Message to the Upbringing
You provoke me to think
You provoke me to listen
You provoke me to bleed in sky-flames of ambition
I have come farther, but the Orange Grain
came without me,
and the Silver Stem requested my praise,
I chuckled in sarcasm,
then left her to squirm among her dog stars for the rest
of her pawless days.
my past kingdoms begged for at least a drop of
her percipitation, but she never rained
This drought, upbringer,
I'm the cactus of reprisal
Your desert Pigs drowned us out
You're the waterless scandal of life
I...
You provoke me to listen
You provoke me to bleed in sky-flames of ambition
I have come farther, but the Orange Grain
came without me,
and the Silver Stem requested my praise,
I chuckled in sarcasm,
then left her to squirm among her dog stars for the rest
of her pawless days.
my past kingdoms begged for at least a drop of
her percipitation, but she never rained
This drought, upbringer,
I'm the cactus of reprisal
Your desert Pigs drowned us out
You're the waterless scandal of life
I...
680 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2012 9:56pm
2nd Oct 2012 9:56pm
Thee is Theme
When Limbo came
The sky bore false witness
to my turmoil
All soaked in confusion,
but if it wasn't so hard, Knowledge would be
an extinct race
Gratitude to part-hell, part-beauty
Such a tumultuous blessing
If the welts didn't teach me,
then what would?
If my scars didn't come with crescent
moon smiles,
then what would i appreciate now?
I laugh at Limbo being gone
I have polluted my milk of regret with
saccharine creativity,
the theme is to live with no remorse,
following by the most diversive potion,
...
The sky bore false witness
to my turmoil
All soaked in confusion,
but if it wasn't so hard, Knowledge would be
an extinct race
Gratitude to part-hell, part-beauty
Such a tumultuous blessing
If the welts didn't teach me,
then what would?
If my scars didn't come with crescent
moon smiles,
then what would i appreciate now?
I laugh at Limbo being gone
I have polluted my milk of regret with
saccharine creativity,
the theme is to live with no remorse,
following by the most diversive potion,
...
632 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2012 9:50pm
2nd Oct 2012 9:50pm
Cavewoman
I was born on a cloud
and from there
i wrote my vertical peaks
Villagers shook straw in my eyes
Poking me with brimstone
From the light,
it gave me vowels
and from there i learned to live
Puncturing the dirt ground with truth,
Here i marked my path.
And now my belly is full,
the suitor grumbles at the fire, but i will
never let him cave my orb in,
From the moon,
it gave me silver hair
and wisdom cloths,
the spell of my womanhood is complete
Every harvest feeds me power
And i still limp to this very time
As...
and from there
i wrote my vertical peaks
Villagers shook straw in my eyes
Poking me with brimstone
From the light,
it gave me vowels
and from there i learned to live
Puncturing the dirt ground with truth,
Here i marked my path.
And now my belly is full,
the suitor grumbles at the fire, but i will
never let him cave my orb in,
From the moon,
it gave me silver hair
and wisdom cloths,
the spell of my womanhood is complete
Every harvest feeds me power
And i still limp to this very time
As...
1018 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2012 9:10pm
28th Sep 2012 9:10pm
Pokerface
There used to be
three players
I, The Wrath, and God of Eyes
Spinning on Wicca, the Energy is The Return
Fascination with the
power,
the
trio
possesses me well
No smiles No hints
nothing but ambition
and
no
squints
Table full of gold
Twelve skulls aligned in a clandestine circle
Sage is sprinkled
...
three players
I, The Wrath, and God of Eyes
Spinning on Wicca, the Energy is The Return
Fascination with the
power,
the
trio
possesses me well
No smiles No hints
nothing but ambition
and
no
squints
Table full of gold
Twelve skulls aligned in a clandestine circle
Sage is sprinkled
...
814 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Sep 2012 8:54pm
28th Sep 2012 8:54pm
The Wordless Stone
The moon dragged
her blood bag,
full of life,
she drops her cloak
and in her blanket
I was born
A tearless beauty,
for I cried myself to ruins
in my last cycle
no one
could tear me down,
for I had no
limbs, no domicile
I used to conversate with God,
but the sky was filled
with my empty words,
In my last life,
i was seven when i died,
they
stuck me together with glue; with uneven parts
not seeing
that I was a sponge
so I
wringed out those memories
of my childhood terrors
not through my...
her blood bag,
full of life,
she drops her cloak
and in her blanket
I was born
A tearless beauty,
for I cried myself to ruins
in my last cycle
no one
could tear me down,
for I had no
limbs, no domicile
I used to conversate with God,
but the sky was filled
with my empty words,
In my last life,
i was seven when i died,
they
stuck me together with glue; with uneven parts
not seeing
that I was a sponge
so I
wringed out those memories
of my childhood terrors
not through my...
607 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2012 4:49am
28th Sep 2012 4:49am
Virgin Forever
A white shiver isn't as gray as she was
More neurotic than the escaped mental patient
She left the hole but can still
see his face in the portal,
the sperm gwve him away
O' God!
She cried. No answer.
O' Goddess!
she cried. The cosmos gets even stranger.
In the head she remains a child,
"Velocity promised lies", she said.
Hymen lies in a wooden box under her arm
while she jumps in the water
swimming in air.....
More neurotic than the escaped mental patient
She left the hole but can still
see his face in the portal,
the sperm gwve him away
O' God!
She cried. No answer.
O' Goddess!
she cried. The cosmos gets even stranger.
In the head she remains a child,
"Velocity promised lies", she said.
Hymen lies in a wooden box under her arm
while she jumps in the water
swimming in air.....
720 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 2:54am
25th Sep 2012 2:54am
Spin, spin, spin and then i f**ked the world
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4 Comments
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