Submissions by crimsin (Unveiling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my ink comes from the heart and sometimes a dark mind
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2011 11:39pm
20th Feb 2011 11:39pm
My Beautiful Muse
My beautiful muse
I've missed you lady
You create wonder
With the worlds you paint.
All the hues of the spectrum
Vibrate from you
Into my heart, my mind
Without you mylove i'm color blind.
You light up the sky
With the words you inspire
Waking all the world around you
They have been deep asleep
As if it were eternal winter.
You gently salve their eyes
Like new born babes
They see the colors of spring
As for the first time.
With the truth you sing
Oh muses of muses ...
I've missed you lady
You create wonder
With the worlds you paint.
All the hues of the spectrum
Vibrate from you
Into my heart, my mind
Without you mylove i'm color blind.
You light up the sky
With the words you inspire
Waking all the world around you
They have been deep asleep
As if it were eternal winter.
You gently salve their eyes
Like new born babes
They see the colors of spring
As for the first time.
With the truth you sing
Oh muses of muses ...
1234 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2011 6:43pm
20th Feb 2011 6:43pm
Abstract Artist
I'm an abstract artist.
I love Picasso, with his geometric genius.
Pollack putting his soul, his very essence into his work.
Cig. butts loose change, for texture it was the beginning of green art.
My green art a bit different.
Bits of broken mirrors, glass, some bottle caps.
Lovingly placed, conjuring faces from trash.
Some bubble wrap fastened to the canvas,
Painted over gives the painting great texture.
I can't seem to part with my works.
Each one a diary of my psyche.
Each telling...
I love Picasso, with his geometric genius.
Pollack putting his soul, his very essence into his work.
Cig. butts loose change, for texture it was the beginning of green art.
My green art a bit different.
Bits of broken mirrors, glass, some bottle caps.
Lovingly placed, conjuring faces from trash.
Some bubble wrap fastened to the canvas,
Painted over gives the painting great texture.
I can't seem to part with my works.
Each one a diary of my psyche.
Each telling...
1024 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Feb 2011 7:07pm
19th Feb 2011 7:07pm
My Muse Dressed In Red
My muse painted the skies bright red today,
The path under her feet the color of passion, anger, lust.
You've become sleepy, this will awaken you.
She is dancing in the fire, so beautiful she is today,
White porcelain skin, red ruby lips, blonde cascading hair,
Gently swaying at her hips.
Her beauty ignites my anger,
She being gone awhile,
Me thinking her unfaithful.
She continues dancing,
The fire raining down on her,
She says, "Come dance with me I have something to show you."
Tentatively I begin to dance, ...
The path under her feet the color of passion, anger, lust.
You've become sleepy, this will awaken you.
She is dancing in the fire, so beautiful she is today,
White porcelain skin, red ruby lips, blonde cascading hair,
Gently swaying at her hips.
Her beauty ignites my anger,
She being gone awhile,
Me thinking her unfaithful.
She continues dancing,
The fire raining down on her,
She says, "Come dance with me I have something to show you."
Tentatively I begin to dance, ...
1015 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2011 6:34pm
19th Feb 2011 6:34pm
Pushing Buttons
Anxiety weighing down onme
Twisted in knots, I smoke like a phene
Pushing this button and then the next.
Wondering which will fix my problem
Scratch this itch, make the voices quit
Turn on the t.v nothing there.
Music helps to soothe the pain
Though nothing lasts long
Depression sets in, riding that long black train.
Spiraling up and down, my feelings out of control
Nothing does it for me
I try to read, books once so soothing
Are now a locked door,concentration impossible.
I pick the book up read a...
Twisted in knots, I smoke like a phene
Pushing this button and then the next.
Wondering which will fix my problem
Scratch this itch, make the voices quit
Turn on the t.v nothing there.
Music helps to soothe the pain
Though nothing lasts long
Depression sets in, riding that long black train.
Spiraling up and down, my feelings out of control
Nothing does it for me
I try to read, books once so soothing
Are now a locked door,concentration impossible.
I pick the book up read a...
1151 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2011 5:24pm
18th Feb 2011 5:24pm
Bastardized English
Brainwashed by the bastardized english
I was taught since birth
I would so love to wrap myself
In dark metaphors
Like a warm blanket covering my raw pain
Not showing where it hurts.
Compelled to write but like a blunt instrument
The American language just put's it all out there
Naked left to stand alone
Like abare tree bereft of her leaves
Shaken by the machine that cranks out
Defecatedbile from it's ego maniacal guts.
I love America but I feel the melting pot
Bled my european heritage dry
With the...
I was taught since birth
I would so love to wrap myself
In dark metaphors
Like a warm blanket covering my raw pain
Not showing where it hurts.
Compelled to write but like a blunt instrument
The American language just put's it all out there
Naked left to stand alone
Like abare tree bereft of her leaves
Shaken by the machine that cranks out
Defecatedbile from it's ego maniacal guts.
I love America but I feel the melting pot
Bled my european heritage dry
With the...
1182 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2011 2:33am
17th Feb 2011 2:33am
Tangled Web
A tangled web of words go through my head,
Speak us deliver us, from this spider's bed.
Crazy, insane anger, wrath,
Can't see straight.
Titillate, frustrate, browbeat,
Tangled in this spider's web.
Spinning it's yarn around me,
Tangled up banged up.
I wish these words would,
Shut the fuck up.
Speak us deliver us, from this spider's bed.
Crazy, insane anger, wrath,
Can't see straight.
Titillate, frustrate, browbeat,
Tangled in this spider's web.
Spinning it's yarn around me,
Tangled up banged up.
I wish these words would,
Shut the fuck up.
1066 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2011 6:50pm
15th Feb 2011 6:50pm
The Clique
The clique, thick as thieves,
Speak as they want they love you,
Don't they flee.
I don't care, love me today, hate me tomorrow,
It won't break my heart,
Someone has to play the villian.
Let it not be me bleat the sheep,
I'll say what you want but please don't shun me,
My soul is free.
If I wanted popularity,
I wouldn't have posted a poem,
That was so personal.
Keep the clique's posion apple,
It's full of maggots,
Take one bite and they wiggle and squirm in your...
Speak as they want they love you,
Don't they flee.
I don't care, love me today, hate me tomorrow,
It won't break my heart,
Someone has to play the villian.
Let it not be me bleat the sheep,
I'll say what you want but please don't shun me,
My soul is free.
If I wanted popularity,
I wouldn't have posted a poem,
That was so personal.
Keep the clique's posion apple,
It's full of maggots,
Take one bite and they wiggle and squirm in your...
1455 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 8:18pm
14th Feb 2011 8:18pm
Your Incantation
Your incantation is falling on deaf ears
Little bunny wearing the trick or treat wolf costume,
Your mamma sewed for you.
You make me laugh,
The devil dosen't take orders
From loose souls that don't put up a fight.
Writes things they don't mean,
Really do your mamma the devil says,
Then get back to me.
I don't pretend to be evil i'm not
Demons surround me
They love me, I put on a good show sexually.
I put up a good fight
My soul is light and tasty
I don't pretend...
Little bunny wearing the trick or treat wolf costume,
Your mamma sewed for you.
You make me laugh,
The devil dosen't take orders
From loose souls that don't put up a fight.
Writes things they don't mean,
Really do your mamma the devil says,
Then get back to me.
I don't pretend to be evil i'm not
Demons surround me
They love me, I put on a good show sexually.
I put up a good fight
My soul is light and tasty
I don't pretend...
910 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2011 9:09pm
13th Feb 2011 9:09pm
Scratch The Surface
Looking through the glass in wonder
My feelings foreign, completely disconnected from me
Nervous energy, angry aggression have taken their place.
Scratching the surface of emotion
Skating across them like a frozen pond, doing figure eights
My words not making sense.
Like my feelings seem to be stuck in the muck
Blathering on,
To keep thoughts at bay.
Death, life, eternity
I fail daily at making sense of the world around me
No whereto go with this.
I won't break through
I'll...
My feelings foreign, completely disconnected from me
Nervous energy, angry aggression have taken their place.
Scratching the surface of emotion
Skating across them like a frozen pond, doing figure eights
My words not making sense.
Like my feelings seem to be stuck in the muck
Blathering on,
To keep thoughts at bay.
Death, life, eternity
I fail daily at making sense of the world around me
No whereto go with this.
I won't break through
I'll...
1043 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2011 3:56pm
11th Feb 2011 3:56pm
Reflection
I stood on the porch this morning,
Smoking my first cigarette of the day.
The best smoke in my opinion.
I was thinking about my writing,
How I'm compelled to ryhme
I thought I have to stop this.
I think the rhyming comes from my schiz.
Though it's getting better lately,
I still hear voices, they have always been with me.
I thought instead of ryhming I would tell a story,
So here it goes,
I'm a married lady who struggled
With heroin...
Smoking my first cigarette of the day.
The best smoke in my opinion.
I was thinking about my writing,
How I'm compelled to ryhme
I thought I have to stop this.
I think the rhyming comes from my schiz.
Though it's getting better lately,
I still hear voices, they have always been with me.
I thought instead of ryhming I would tell a story,
So here it goes,
I'm a married lady who struggled
With heroin...
1272 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2011 4:22am
11th Feb 2011 4:22am
Time
Time is a valuable thing
But come see it through
An insane person's brain.
First minute in the mental institution
"Come Crimsin take your meds"
"It's your only solution".
"No I say"
With much resolve
Then no cig. for you move it along.
"Wait I cry, i'll take your pill"
Anxiety growing
Only a cig. will still.
Checked onto the ward an hour later
Looking to the clock
Not believing I have to stay here.
They bring me to the wall
Introduce me to time ...
But come see it through
An insane person's brain.
First minute in the mental institution
"Come Crimsin take your meds"
"It's your only solution".
"No I say"
With much resolve
Then no cig. for you move it along.
"Wait I cry, i'll take your pill"
Anxiety growing
Only a cig. will still.
Checked onto the ward an hour later
Looking to the clock
Not believing I have to stay here.
They bring me to the wall
Introduce me to time ...
1482 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2011 8:15pm
10th Feb 2011 8:15pm
Loneliness
Loneliness is no foe to me
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever...
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever...
1075 reads
5 Comments
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