Submissions by composedWITHrazors (Blade Artist)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
the decay of society in real time
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2017 8:17pm
16th Oct 2017 8:17pm
theROOM
this room
..walk into the room the paranoia is rife
eyes avoiding then engaging sharp as a knife,
that's thrust into my back by myself,
self flagellating, self harming fragments of my mental health
this room
walking into the room, drops a couple of degrees,
whilst my core temperature rises, watching my breath freeze
like smoke, twisting like silent words unspoke
and spoken about me designed to alienate and provoke
this room
this uncontrolled churning sensation inside
masked in this blank expression, cool, aloof and tries to hide ...
..walk into the room the paranoia is rife
eyes avoiding then engaging sharp as a knife,
that's thrust into my back by myself,
self flagellating, self harming fragments of my mental health
this room
walking into the room, drops a couple of degrees,
whilst my core temperature rises, watching my breath freeze
like smoke, twisting like silent words unspoke
and spoken about me designed to alienate and provoke
this room
this uncontrolled churning sensation inside
masked in this blank expression, cool, aloof and tries to hide ...
511 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2017 7:22pm
5th Oct 2017 7:22pm
Whats a boy to do?
An ode to Natasha Khan
We walked arm in arm
Yet she is cold to the touch
The fire I still feel inside,
Are her feelings now dead and gone?
So I turned and asked her
'Do you still love me?'
And when she looked away
Words she would no longer share with me
Becoming more distant and cold with every passing day
I have loved her so long
Fear her feelings are dead and gone
My hesitant kisses at night
Soon erased in tears
My dark dreams where you are gone
Train wreck mind just dragging me down
Then I ask you...
We walked arm in arm
Yet she is cold to the touch
The fire I still feel inside,
Are her feelings now dead and gone?
So I turned and asked her
'Do you still love me?'
And when she looked away
Words she would no longer share with me
Becoming more distant and cold with every passing day
I have loved her so long
Fear her feelings are dead and gone
My hesitant kisses at night
Soon erased in tears
My dark dreams where you are gone
Train wreck mind just dragging me down
Then I ask you...
463 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 10:40pm
3rd Oct 2017 10:40pm
templateS
Trapped in a maladaptive schema
Closed eyed fantasies, truly a dreamer
The grey outside a painstaking construct
Ambiguous perspectives ensure I'm truly fucked
What I think and what I see
The ideal self I aspire to be
Self concept of external connections
Esteem/image driven by inner/external reflections
Process information like a machine
Observing encoding conducting obscene
Vicarious behaviours identify and imitate
The beautiful roles I desire to emulate
The roles I accept now theorize
Ideas and manipulations...
Closed eyed fantasies, truly a dreamer
The grey outside a painstaking construct
Ambiguous perspectives ensure I'm truly fucked
What I think and what I see
The ideal self I aspire to be
Self concept of external connections
Esteem/image driven by inner/external reflections
Process information like a machine
Observing encoding conducting obscene
Vicarious behaviours identify and imitate
The beautiful roles I desire to emulate
The roles I accept now theorize
Ideas and manipulations...
487 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2017 10:32pm
28th Sep 2017 10:32pm
for-my-occasionally-racist-DJ-friend-bobin
Robin Steele is mainly misunderstood
Angry gangsta rant but basically good
Has his own eclectic style of beats
Hands them out like sexy treats
Take a step back from his angry prose
From beats his true empathy shows
Reacting to twisted misinformation
Beats connect our social isolation
All kinda lost without a guiding hand
Evil messages have a specific demand
FUBAR beats encourage you to reflect
The easy ideas that you can reject
Mind mechanics, psychosis walk-through
Incessant fake news and what is true ...
Angry gangsta rant but basically good
Has his own eclectic style of beats
Hands them out like sexy treats
Take a step back from his angry prose
From beats his true empathy shows
Reacting to twisted misinformation
Beats connect our social isolation
All kinda lost without a guiding hand
Evil messages have a specific demand
FUBAR beats encourage you to reflect
The easy ideas that you can reject
Mind mechanics, psychosis walk-through
Incessant fake news and what is true ...
539 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2017 9:56pm
20th Sep 2017 9:56pm
BrokenPiecesComeTogetherCreatingSomethingBeautiful
Era of distant innocent connections
Assumation relation-ships burn through decades
Recollection-shame, haunting anarchy ashes
Flashback pre-empt caustic daylight invades
Losing track of significant relevance
Holding tight to mosaic intermittent dreams
Synapses misfire the world unweaving
Time and perspectives, torn fragmented seams
Conflagrating-pyromantic-pyretta blaze
Threads twisting from the fingertips
Immolating the lazy fabric torn apart
Unstitching thread from these burning lips
The age of innocence...
Assumation relation-ships burn through decades
Recollection-shame, haunting anarchy ashes
Flashback pre-empt caustic daylight invades
Losing track of significant relevance
Holding tight to mosaic intermittent dreams
Synapses misfire the world unweaving
Time and perspectives, torn fragmented seams
Conflagrating-pyromantic-pyretta blaze
Threads twisting from the fingertips
Immolating the lazy fabric torn apart
Unstitching thread from these burning lips
The age of innocence...
558 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2017 1:22am
31st Aug 2017 1:22am
1971
PMA
question......
toxic UK society.
Outdated legislation, secret handshake clubs
PRACTICE AND kiss, PREACH and teach
MDMA the choice of lovers
maybe determining modern assimilation
myriad dysfunction misplaced assumation
mocked derided misinformed attitude
many dollars manipulations accrued
mystical drugs mutually assured
practiceandKISS
pmaMDMA
mutually assured destruction maybe
madm
mdma
UK mdma
1971 ...
question......
toxic UK society.
Outdated legislation, secret handshake clubs
PRACTICE AND kiss, PREACH and teach
MDMA the choice of lovers
maybe determining modern assimilation
myriad dysfunction misplaced assumation
mocked derided misinformed attitude
many dollars manipulations accrued
mystical drugs mutually assured
practiceandKISS
pmaMDMA
mutually assured destruction maybe
madm
mdma
UK mdma
1971 ...
634 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 10:03pm
27th Aug 2017 10:03pm
AnachronISM
Surrounded by cds, vhs tapes, books and other defunct technology
Forgotten pictures in the frames, look like someone else's memory
A decade or two passes, first becoming retro then obsolete
Hyper connected and yet neglected, so we no longer truly meet
Discovering the sounds and images together like an esoteric cult
Sharing multicoloured powder and sex in a collective, climactic tumult
The mysteries and excitement of organic adventures no longer surprise
Demystified and sanitised under the recorded click of ever watchful eyes
Ushering in the...
Forgotten pictures in the frames, look like someone else's memory
A decade or two passes, first becoming retro then obsolete
Hyper connected and yet neglected, so we no longer truly meet
Discovering the sounds and images together like an esoteric cult
Sharing multicoloured powder and sex in a collective, climactic tumult
The mysteries and excitement of organic adventures no longer surprise
Demystified and sanitised under the recorded click of ever watchful eyes
Ushering in the...
542 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 11:39pm
24th Aug 2017 11:39pm
loc+LOAD
Apoplectic dread-locked and loaded
Listening to Skindred when I should have Depeche Moded
Unkind responses then I'm troll hunting
Chopping up and dress the room in green solstice bunting
Under the gin-fluence and before I can think
Fire off a defensive deluge and take another drink
Buying into their provocative kind regards
Playing right in to those green skinned fucktards
Take a step back out of this head lock
These Tolkien fantasy creatures continue to mock
Masquerade like a fantasy race of uber evolved mass-debaters
Leaving...
Listening to Skindred when I should have Depeche Moded
Unkind responses then I'm troll hunting
Chopping up and dress the room in green solstice bunting
Under the gin-fluence and before I can think
Fire off a defensive deluge and take another drink
Buying into their provocative kind regards
Playing right in to those green skinned fucktards
Take a step back out of this head lock
These Tolkien fantasy creatures continue to mock
Masquerade like a fantasy race of uber evolved mass-debaters
Leaving...
740 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Aug 2017 11:14pm
19th Aug 2017 11:14pm
creepSHOW
Spectres composed of insomniac dreams
Phantom echo's bounce round grey beams
Daylight bleeds into inevitable silence
The prelude of images and audible violence
My mind plays tricks like it's Halloween
A horror show that's free and obscene
The antagonist has a trustworthy face
My duvet is no safe hiding place
Jason or Freddy and all the other lies
So ill prepared for those familiar eyes
My protectors always arrive far too late
Perhaps this creep-show is just my fate
How can I ever truly fall asleep
Dreaming of...
Phantom echo's bounce round grey beams
Daylight bleeds into inevitable silence
The prelude of images and audible violence
My mind plays tricks like it's Halloween
A horror show that's free and obscene
The antagonist has a trustworthy face
My duvet is no safe hiding place
Jason or Freddy and all the other lies
So ill prepared for those familiar eyes
My protectors always arrive far too late
Perhaps this creep-show is just my fate
How can I ever truly fall asleep
Dreaming of...
671 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 9:40pm
16th Aug 2017 9:40pm
theDESTROYERofFAMILIESandMINDS
The connections always cast spells like aspersions
Connections, reflections of different versions
Guess I was ruined before formative years
Too cold and distant to shed any tears
Hands under pyjamas interfering with my lack of understanding
Too young to realise the things that he was demanding
Sharing his television kisses and whiskey stink
As now I take some time to think
The things that people misunderstand and everyone misses
OK in the 80s to give grandchildren television kisses
Dressed as Santa whisky tongue in my mouth ...
Connections, reflections of different versions
Guess I was ruined before formative years
Too cold and distant to shed any tears
Hands under pyjamas interfering with my lack of understanding
Too young to realise the things that he was demanding
Sharing his television kisses and whiskey stink
As now I take some time to think
The things that people misunderstand and everyone misses
OK in the 80s to give grandchildren television kisses
Dressed as Santa whisky tongue in my mouth ...
630 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 6:43pm
16th Aug 2017 6:43pm
...elegy to humanity...
Looking at the crimson burning sky
I kiss the endless blue one last goodbye
These last futile moments just turn to vapour
The horizon cloudburst higher than a skyscraper
Static preludes the ending of dreams
Extinguished forever the laughter and screams
The endless rhetoric now submerged in silence
Washed away in one last burning wave of violence
The fire from the skies ended all debate
Proved decency could never overcome hate
Paid the highest price in one last fiery deluge
No one left to trade in the currency of subterfuge ...
I kiss the endless blue one last goodbye
These last futile moments just turn to vapour
The horizon cloudburst higher than a skyscraper
Static preludes the ending of dreams
Extinguished forever the laughter and screams
The endless rhetoric now submerged in silence
Washed away in one last burning wave of violence
The fire from the skies ended all debate
Proved decency could never overcome hate
Paid the highest price in one last fiery deluge
No one left to trade in the currency of subterfuge ...
521 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 1:16am
14th Aug 2017 1:16am
welcometothegateway
Welcome to the gateway
Leave your fractured lives behind
We don't seek to judge only guide
Your souls into the cosmos only grind
Your words and ineffectual actions
Are lost to the cogs of the machines
Obliterate all of your altruistic works
Smashes all your hatred into smithereens
Broken shards spat into darkness
Into the empty silence of the void
Misleading concepts like heaven and hell
Both love and indifference are now destroyed
Fragments re-crafted constantly
In the dark these vicissitudes created ...
Leave your fractured lives behind
We don't seek to judge only guide
Your souls into the cosmos only grind
Your words and ineffectual actions
Are lost to the cogs of the machines
Obliterate all of your altruistic works
Smashes all your hatred into smithereens
Broken shards spat into darkness
Into the empty silence of the void
Misleading concepts like heaven and hell
Both love and indifference are now destroyed
Fragments re-crafted constantly
In the dark these vicissitudes created ...
507 reads
2 Comments
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