Submissions by crimsin (Unveiling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my ink comes from the heart and sometimes a dark mind
The Ethernet
Do you ever feel the vibes of those online?
Here on Dup and the ethernet reaching out
with a vine like grasp
either tickling your fancy or spiking you in agony
some just send out indifference
I can't respond to these types
strong emotion is what it takes to arrouse my senses
dark, light, and erotic as long as I feel it in my bones
some leave lavendar kisses that make the angles weep
others trace welts on my tender ass from the truth they speak
some are fanged monsters with pretty words
luring you into their trap ...
Here on Dup and the ethernet reaching out
with a vine like grasp
either tickling your fancy or spiking you in agony
some just send out indifference
I can't respond to these types
strong emotion is what it takes to arrouse my senses
dark, light, and erotic as long as I feel it in my bones
some leave lavendar kisses that make the angles weep
others trace welts on my tender ass from the truth they speak
some are fanged monsters with pretty words
luring you into their trap ...
1136 reads
18 Comments
The Beast
I'm in pain can anyone feel my tendrils
crawling across the page in ink
everyday I fall just to get back up again
a fighter going ten rounds against the beast
the great dragon of old
his spiked tail
impaling me holding my innards
in my hands I suture the wounds
inficted by the master of destruction
who longs to suck me dry
from the inside out
left with nothing but a shell
no spirit left to speak of
inked in my blood
I speak in defiance to the powers that be
you won't engulf me
eat me alive...
crawling across the page in ink
everyday I fall just to get back up again
a fighter going ten rounds against the beast
the great dragon of old
his spiked tail
impaling me holding my innards
in my hands I suture the wounds
inficted by the master of destruction
who longs to suck me dry
from the inside out
left with nothing but a shell
no spirit left to speak of
inked in my blood
I speak in defiance to the powers that be
you won't engulf me
eat me alive...
1018 reads
14 Comments
I Shall Be Released
Swimming in the cesspool of my own destruction
I choke down my liquor my body rebelling
a dying liver in protest
praying I keep it down hands shaking
precious booze spilling on the carpet
self hatred at the heart of things
a cocktail of benzos and whiskey
to start the day with
legs buckling I stoically
tell myself man up straighten up
pushing my body to the limit
of what it can endure
methadone used to be my savior
God bless Hitler and his depraved mind ...
I choke down my liquor my body rebelling
a dying liver in protest
praying I keep it down hands shaking
precious booze spilling on the carpet
self hatred at the heart of things
a cocktail of benzos and whiskey
to start the day with
legs buckling I stoically
tell myself man up straighten up
pushing my body to the limit
of what it can endure
methadone used to be my savior
God bless Hitler and his depraved mind ...
1116 reads
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Cruelhandedwriter
He appeared to me in the beginning
to be a drunken brawler
given to rants of the most vicious kind
I loved his ways from the start they made me laugh
taking down this poet and that
drunk or not with his quick wit
secretly I longed for him to take me out
with his stroke of intellect
that would mean at least he noticed me
though he never did
when I got some...
to be a drunken brawler
given to rants of the most vicious kind
I loved his ways from the start they made me laugh
taking down this poet and that
drunk or not with his quick wit
secretly I longed for him to take me out
with his stroke of intellect
that would mean at least he noticed me
though he never did
when I got some...
911 reads
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Released From The Ashes
A smoke filled room
where my sins stain the walls
here loneliness abounds
regrets eat a hole in my soul
littering my mind
painfully I crash
agaist the breakers of my heart
feelings are alien to me
as if some strange tree
has sprouted and taken root within my being
tendrils of hope
creep in my smokey dungeon
I pace amongst the ashes of my past
my inner child burned huddled
lost among the dark shadows
in the corner cold and afraid ...
where my sins stain the walls
here loneliness abounds
regrets eat a hole in my soul
littering my mind
painfully I crash
agaist the breakers of my heart
feelings are alien to me
as if some strange tree
has sprouted and taken root within my being
tendrils of hope
creep in my smokey dungeon
I pace amongst the ashes of my past
my inner child burned huddled
lost among the dark shadows
in the corner cold and afraid ...
886 reads
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Sideways
The water drips
slowly hanging midair
waiting to splash
in the rusted sink
that looks suspiciously
as if it's stained with blood
drip, splash, slash, cut
is what I see in my mind
in the distance the clock tics
slow motion mocking my existence
tic tock, tic tock
time running sideways here
in my skewed mental state
always twisted and upside down
turning my insides I vomit
into this rust stained bloody sink
I run for freedom where time can't find me
basking in the moon
shrugging off my...
slowly hanging midair
waiting to splash
in the rusted sink
that looks suspiciously
as if it's stained with blood
drip, splash, slash, cut
is what I see in my mind
in the distance the clock tics
slow motion mocking my existence
tic tock, tic tock
time running sideways here
in my skewed mental state
always twisted and upside down
turning my insides I vomit
into this rust stained bloody sink
I run for freedom where time can't find me
basking in the moon
shrugging off my...
827 reads
16 Comments
Sober Writing
Hands trembling
I write out my scattered thoughts
like illusive ghosts
there one minute then as if a shadow
seen on my periphery
slip sideways through the cracks
sober and standing on shakey feet
I feel the ground swaying beneath me
grasping at what remains of my sanity
I fight for my freedom
screaming on the inside
afraid as paniac attacks
cloy and cling
a dying demon
who won't go easy into it's grave
riding out the storm
surfing the waves of unease
...
I write out my scattered thoughts
like illusive ghosts
there one minute then as if a shadow
seen on my periphery
slip sideways through the cracks
sober and standing on shakey feet
I feel the ground swaying beneath me
grasping at what remains of my sanity
I fight for my freedom
screaming on the inside
afraid as paniac attacks
cloy and cling
a dying demon
who won't go easy into it's grave
riding out the storm
surfing the waves of unease
...
1030 reads
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The Journey
I'm on a long journey my feet aching and sore
from walking on scorching coals
the kind that have tendrils that pierce the soul
you see my shoes i've worn on this path are woven from straw
when I should be wearing armor
this is a long dark traverse
the immortal walk among us
some lifting us up others placing rocks in the way
for us to stumble on
a maze is this world
full of razor sharp thorns
the center ahhhh enlightenment and wisdom is what I seek
the thing is I keep tripping over the same stumbling blocks ...
from walking on scorching coals
the kind that have tendrils that pierce the soul
you see my shoes i've worn on this path are woven from straw
when I should be wearing armor
this is a long dark traverse
the immortal walk among us
some lifting us up others placing rocks in the way
for us to stumble on
a maze is this world
full of razor sharp thorns
the center ahhhh enlightenment and wisdom is what I seek
the thing is I keep tripping over the same stumbling blocks ...
755 reads
15 Comments
Spring
I can taste spring tantilizing my senses
the almond orchards are in full bloom
I taste the sweet nectar of their buds on my toungue
swirling clouds over head hang heavy with dew
mother nature raining down from the heavens
giving sweet life to the seeds buried deep underground
the feeling of freedom as winter conceeds defeat for the moment
sun shining every being a buzz with life
I cast off my winter coat and run through the orchards
as the trees whisper secrets to me
I feel alive listening...
the almond orchards are in full bloom
I taste the sweet nectar of their buds on my toungue
swirling clouds over head hang heavy with dew
mother nature raining down from the heavens
giving sweet life to the seeds buried deep underground
the feeling of freedom as winter conceeds defeat for the moment
sun shining every being a buzz with life
I cast off my winter coat and run through the orchards
as the trees whisper secrets to me
I feel alive listening...
955 reads
10 Comments
The Day Mommy Left
My parents got divorced and I lived with my mom
I adored her sweet and kind personality
when I was three
she slipped away from the playground
while I was stuck in the middle of the monkey-bars
the ground seemed so impossibly far away
I screamed at the child below
to go and get my mommy
but she never came
she'd left me alone
and went to the hospital where she was committed
'cos she was a schizophrenic
I'd hung on them monkey-bars ...
I adored her sweet and kind personality
when I was three
she slipped away from the playground
while I was stuck in the middle of the monkey-bars
the ground seemed so impossibly far away
I screamed at the child below
to go and get my mommy
but she never came
she'd left me alone
and went to the hospital where she was committed
'cos she was a schizophrenic
I'd hung on them monkey-bars ...
1016 reads
19 Comments
Maniac Hell
A spark ignites within the eye of the soul
then flickers and is extinguished
like so much ash under the feet
fueling the soul with the light painful
torture for the ghouls that seek my demise
eating glass swallowing it down are words of wisdom
for a foolish self seeking being
that revels in it's own sin
drinking in the darkness of the powers that be
scorching pain from the heart
that beats within this soul
so torn from the inside out
possessed my demons often...
then flickers and is extinguished
like so much ash under the feet
fueling the soul with the light painful
torture for the ghouls that seek my demise
eating glass swallowing it down are words of wisdom
for a foolish self seeking being
that revels in it's own sin
drinking in the darkness of the powers that be
scorching pain from the heart
that beats within this soul
so torn from the inside out
possessed my demons often...
850 reads
10 Comments
A Slap In The Face
I wish you'd stayed longer
with enough time to drop me a few lines
though you did in a poem with a sound rebuke
whether intended for me or not
it slapped my face
your drinking days are over
mine in full swing
wasting time, time is ticking
and we don't have long to make things matter
why your opinion means so much to me
I don't know but it does
you've touched my core
stir my blood
make me think
time is ticking
to do something of importance
is what counts ...
with enough time to drop me a few lines
though you did in a poem with a sound rebuke
whether intended for me or not
it slapped my face
your drinking days are over
mine in full swing
wasting time, time is ticking
and we don't have long to make things matter
why your opinion means so much to me
I don't know but it does
you've touched my core
stir my blood
make me think
time is ticking
to do something of importance
is what counts ...
1458 reads
12 Comments
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