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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 2:11am
24th Sep 2012 2:11am
Ruse
Insanity is beauty
ignorance is bliss
Hm.
no wonder, the norms are always shaking
in the realm of reality.
"Then how come you shake if so different,"
my love asked.
I go wherever my mind takes me
and the usual will never fathom
" If you really want this fire, then spread your
arms again, the voice in my head
is just a shallow breath filled
with bees,
honey is false medicine of realism.
I shall stake theories
with the stinger of consciousness.
Reality?...
ignorance is bliss
Hm.
no wonder, the norms are always shaking
in the realm of reality.
"Then how come you shake if so different,"
my love asked.
I go wherever my mind takes me
and the usual will never fathom
" If you really want this fire, then spread your
arms again, the voice in my head
is just a shallow breath filled
with bees,
honey is false medicine of realism.
I shall stake theories
with the stinger of consciousness.
Reality?...
790 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 6:32pm
22nd Sep 2012 6:32pm
Birthright
Bring me my dust
O' mighty wanderer
They dare to take what's mine
My reasons, my energy
ENERGY I SAY!
I'm more solid than that willow tree
And more liquid than my potions
The black widows recipe for
channeling my emotions
I'm a spirit with no wings
but with the shoes of Hermes
The rivers know my birthright
for they stream of menocide
I will come for you, for the world, and he is his own enemy
Pestilence is coming
And I will no longer be a spirit, or dust
I will be the Muse of Catastrophe
O' mighty wanderer
They dare to take what's mine
My reasons, my energy
ENERGY I SAY!
I'm more solid than that willow tree
And more liquid than my potions
The black widows recipe for
channeling my emotions
I'm a spirit with no wings
but with the shoes of Hermes
The rivers know my birthright
for they stream of menocide
I will come for you, for the world, and he is his own enemy
Pestilence is coming
And I will no longer be a spirit, or dust
I will be the Muse of Catastrophe
670 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 5:31am
20th Sep 2012 5:31am
I Will Shut Your Mouth
The ball came for me
In the face of a stone
But at 8 yrs old
I had already gotten serious
The bullies laugh there brick trails to hell
I know because the fire breathes in me
Harbors me
feeds me
They still laughed
They don't even fathom the slipknots of my mind
But my brimstone making is complete
and believe it or not the world shapes you
The villian is life
And I have witnessed all of its fallacies
Now I have them surrounded by words
of stones
there's a sling in my hand
"You better not...
In the face of a stone
But at 8 yrs old
I had already gotten serious
The bullies laugh there brick trails to hell
I know because the fire breathes in me
Harbors me
feeds me
They still laughed
They don't even fathom the slipknots of my mind
But my brimstone making is complete
and believe it or not the world shapes you
The villian is life
And I have witnessed all of its fallacies
Now I have them surrounded by words
of stones
there's a sling in my hand
"You better not...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 10:02pm
18th Sep 2012 10:02pm
Speak
If i spoke,
the words would
only kill me
If you only knew
how the white drapes were killing my days,
like a marriage in youth
gone to shambles,
but it's all the same
The alabastar satin,
the veil of my fable tenderness
To embrace
my reality
would only
enlighten
my ghostly
flesh
The pallor
the ivory!
O' how it shields me,
the Goddess' elephants
have gone mad.
living with their ...
the words would
only kill me
If you only knew
how the white drapes were killing my days,
like a marriage in youth
gone to shambles,
but it's all the same
The alabastar satin,
the veil of my fable tenderness
To embrace
my reality
would only
enlighten
my ghostly
flesh
The pallor
the ivory!
O' how it shields me,
the Goddess' elephants
have gone mad.
living with their ...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 9:54pm
18th Sep 2012 9:54pm
Plank
Getting closer and closer
to the end like walking a plank;
I spit an utter smile
as my body falls from thin air.
to the end like walking a plank;
I spit an utter smile
as my body falls from thin air.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2012 7:47pm
17th Sep 2012 7:47pm
On Top of the World
What I found out, to this day, people
say I'm insane.
No ladder can reach so far
The cost to stack and screw each metal
upon each other is priceless. Some
people even screw just to find
themselves, though the truth
only buries deeper.
I've tried to
build it
once.
I
even binded
my soul to a spell.
The Return brought me back
and a cloud handed me a feather
for a pem and i wrote on the sky,
a mirage sluips from my fingers; ink of venom
splatters on the blue. Illusions of randome...
say I'm insane.
No ladder can reach so far
The cost to stack and screw each metal
upon each other is priceless. Some
people even screw just to find
themselves, though the truth
only buries deeper.
I've tried to
build it
once.
I
even binded
my soul to a spell.
The Return brought me back
and a cloud handed me a feather
for a pem and i wrote on the sky,
a mirage sluips from my fingers; ink of venom
splatters on the blue. Illusions of randome...
822 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Sep 2012 10:36pm
15th Sep 2012 10:36pm
Confession of an Hour Glass
Hold on, the sunset is uneasy now
'You are my weakness
You are my fulcrum
as I sit on this table,
memories are forgotten pennies
They are lined around me now
Seconds ignores my feelings as I say them aloud.
I'm stuck in the twin flask of this century
being given a chance,
I refuse to deny
and realize you are not medicine,
though Time has been rattling my sand in his hands.
Meaning I feel that I'm falling in.
He unlocks the hour glass
and I jump out in one piece
This body is one of my last temples...
'You are my weakness
You are my fulcrum
as I sit on this table,
memories are forgotten pennies
They are lined around me now
Seconds ignores my feelings as I say them aloud.
I'm stuck in the twin flask of this century
being given a chance,
I refuse to deny
and realize you are not medicine,
though Time has been rattling my sand in his hands.
Meaning I feel that I'm falling in.
He unlocks the hour glass
and I jump out in one piece
This body is one of my last temples...
744 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 1:01am
10th Sep 2012 1:01am
Euthanize Me
The trees on Emberz Peak spit on their
own roots
playing with their own bouquet of fury
Seeing this, seeing me go out this way
euthanize me
I felt your dust storms 1500 miles
away
You hollow stray of comet,
I've seen your light, so dank and gray
You all lie, the world lies, and so do I
I slept with my arsonist last full moon, his shaft only leaves me empty like the others in my past lives
he gifted me the selfish fire
How dare he? Do they ever appreciate me?
I rose from the bedsheets and he still lays besid me.
His...
own roots
playing with their own bouquet of fury
Seeing this, seeing me go out this way
euthanize me
I felt your dust storms 1500 miles
away
You hollow stray of comet,
I've seen your light, so dank and gray
You all lie, the world lies, and so do I
I slept with my arsonist last full moon, his shaft only leaves me empty like the others in my past lives
he gifted me the selfish fire
How dare he? Do they ever appreciate me?
I rose from the bedsheets and he still lays besid me.
His...
708 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 4:54am
8th Sep 2012 4:54am
Buried Alive
When light grants me well,
the woman in the mirror thinks she has the
keys of her own prison in her own hand,
and so reflection presents
itself once again,
the shards of my heart are
as my sword,
slicing me whole
buried alive in psychomantium.
I love the unreason,
she finds me irrational,
neurosis climbs
my mental ladder,
but when I get to the top, the sky is empty.
I feel two things at once
and now I'm over the tower of Babylon
the edge is steep
and he lets me stay there like no other.
This position is the most...
the woman in the mirror thinks she has the
keys of her own prison in her own hand,
and so reflection presents
itself once again,
the shards of my heart are
as my sword,
slicing me whole
buried alive in psychomantium.
I love the unreason,
she finds me irrational,
neurosis climbs
my mental ladder,
but when I get to the top, the sky is empty.
I feel two things at once
and now I'm over the tower of Babylon
the edge is steep
and he lets me stay there like no other.
This position is the most...
1213 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 9:33pm
6th Sep 2012 9:33pm
CROATAN
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We are the novices to the
New World
Intoxicated with the hopes of
it blowing up for us; we are
dreaming balloons
Wooden bed scrapes the earth,
Infidels inconspicuous of forbidden
land,
screw the puritans and their stained handkerchiefs
No reason to speculate
blind to what happens next
A broken magnifying glass
lies in the grass
Dead rabbit in a tree
Tea leaves drinking the dew
Our webbed feet
graze over
Mother Earth's
flesh,
skinned and shamed...infected
Something roams...
We are the novices to the
New World
Intoxicated with the hopes of
it blowing up for us; we are
dreaming balloons
Wooden bed scrapes the earth,
Infidels inconspicuous of forbidden
land,
screw the puritans and their stained handkerchiefs
No reason to speculate
blind to what happens next
A broken magnifying glass
lies in the grass
Dead rabbit in a tree
Tea leaves drinking the dew
Our webbed feet
graze over
Mother Earth's
flesh,
skinned and shamed...infected
Something roams...
862 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 9:31pm
6th Sep 2012 9:31pm
Chewing Mercury
Potion crumbles
on the floor
pins and needles
they stuck him with
Running from indelible
shadows
Faces are his crown
dripping in pink spit,
the light for the rest of his days
Chaos drowned his last
speck of mercy
A sound,
a sound,
a time glass
cracks in a
scorpion's mouth
lost messages
chewing on your
poisoning insect language
he's the creature you created.
A sniper in Ares
peak
A silver balloon in a hole
A curse from the sun
A demon's spear...
on the floor
pins and needles
they stuck him with
Running from indelible
shadows
Faces are his crown
dripping in pink spit,
the light for the rest of his days
Chaos drowned his last
speck of mercy
A sound,
a sound,
a time glass
cracks in a
scorpion's mouth
lost messages
chewing on your
poisoning insect language
he's the creature you created.
A sniper in Ares
peak
A silver balloon in a hole
A curse from the sun
A demon's spear...
646 reads
0 Comments
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