Submissions by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi I am a lover of writing and i like to share my work, I hope you enjoy reading it .
THe Escalade
Air raids, raid no more
as the escalade, does raise
from distant shores.
All the sirens
bear pall, to the silence
of no more
an echoe, a defiance
of a time before
thumping in a twelve cylinder
pounding of fist and floor.
Thunder clouds
and pitched knight
ghostly sounds
have we learned nothing
from the last time around.
as the escalade, does raise
from distant shores.
All the sirens
bear pall, to the silence
of no more
an echoe, a defiance
of a time before
thumping in a twelve cylinder
pounding of fist and floor.
Thunder clouds
and pitched knight
ghostly sounds
have we learned nothing
from the last time around.
#war
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Red Bulbs and Doodlebugs
What I have
I'll share with you
it's not a lot
but the best I can do
if you sold your soul
at a crossroads one night
I'd half my own
with you to make it right
triple eyed eyesight
lead heavy mirrors
are light
red bulb glow, flows bright
well if you know
you know right ?
a doodle bug , dog bite
air fryer pizzas take flight
with the quiz channel
on all night
although I'm crazy
you know ,so it's alright.
I'll share with you
it's not a lot
but the best I can do
if you sold your soul
at a crossroads one night
I'd half my own
with you to make it right
triple eyed eyesight
lead heavy mirrors
are light
red bulb glow, flows bright
well if you know
you know right ?
a doodle bug , dog bite
air fryer pizzas take flight
with the quiz channel
on all night
although I'm crazy
you know ,so it's alright.
#girlfriend
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Music is a time machine
When I close my eyes
will the light go out
all of every seconds surprise
along with assumptions doubt
my memories gone
my dreams
back to where I came from
when I go
is it back to a place to belong
I don't know.
Sometimes dreams
are like time machines
they can carry you back
like music it seems .
I travelled to a church
in a long gone December
that dimension
kind of hurts
as only I can remember
what I float within
has me submerged
just like the creditor ...
will the light go out
all of every seconds surprise
along with assumptions doubt
my memories gone
my dreams
back to where I came from
when I go
is it back to a place to belong
I don't know.
Sometimes dreams
are like time machines
they can carry you back
like music it seems .
I travelled to a church
in a long gone December
that dimension
kind of hurts
as only I can remember
what I float within
has me submerged
just like the creditor ...
#dreams
#rebirth
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Angel Listen (revised)
Angel listen
can you see
something is missing
from inside of me
hear my voice
hear me cry
forgive my choice
before I die .
I skin and bone
you of eternity
will your wings of stone
fly with me
to the far
to the unknown
where different stars
begin to glow
to another time
where we don't die
and hope is carved
throughout thick skies
embedded years
emotions tears
can your stone moulded
ears hear this
angel listen
angel please
replace the...
can you see
something is missing
from inside of me
hear my voice
hear me cry
forgive my choice
before I die .
I skin and bone
you of eternity
will your wings of stone
fly with me
to the far
to the unknown
where different stars
begin to glow
to another time
where we don't die
and hope is carved
throughout thick skies
embedded years
emotions tears
can your stone moulded
ears hear this
angel listen
angel please
replace the...
#dreams
#angels
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Optical Hexagons
Gas giants
hurtle around
in non compliance
to any form of ground
hexagonal atop
with an optic
fixed ,storm slot
with an overture , backdrop
where all symphony starts , stops
where melancholy comes from
within the dusted rings
of Capricorn
we will remain
as we were
stay the same
if we won't learn
with a closed brain
delusional on Earth
there's a bigger game
with bigger worlds.
hurtle around
in non compliance
to any form of ground
hexagonal atop
with an optic
fixed ,storm slot
with an overture , backdrop
where all symphony starts , stops
where melancholy comes from
within the dusted rings
of Capricorn
we will remain
as we were
stay the same
if we won't learn
with a closed brain
delusional on Earth
there's a bigger game
with bigger worlds.
#universe
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Currently, Historical Morons

#corruption
#war
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The Woker Of the Deck

#politics
#rebellion
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Propaganda/Deletion
we're speeding along
some wrong
direction
as narcissistic , egotistic
wipes out
the human invention .
Twisting its grip
on the straining trees
the woke medias clenched fist
shakes with victory .
High on contention
and self obsession
angrily
beating the floor
and deaths door
in self proclamation.
Take a look
between the lines
of all history books
it's well defined
we've engineered time
to be
corrupt as fuck.
Over fed teens...
some wrong
direction
as narcissistic , egotistic
wipes out
the human invention .
Twisting its grip
on the straining trees
the woke medias clenched fist
shakes with victory .
High on contention
and self obsession
angrily
beating the floor
and deaths door
in self proclamation.
Take a look
between the lines
of all history books
it's well defined
we've engineered time
to be
corrupt as fuck.
Over fed teens...
#lies
#corruption
#politics
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To Concur
A life of
constant
inconsistencies
you're only slight
with a mindset
that thinks about
what it sees
you always get out
before you're freed
a first class master
of escapology.
Ambiguity
and recollections
one is ran with fluidity
the other's kept
in sections
with alphabetised
open eyed
connections
we'll redraw fine lines
to depict a better
reflection.
Invisible circles
harbour empty shells
within
apathetic and olden
unwilling to...
constant
inconsistencies
you're only slight
with a mindset
that thinks about
what it sees
you always get out
before you're freed
a first class master
of escapology.
Ambiguity
and recollections
one is ran with fluidity
the other's kept
in sections
with alphabetised
open eyed
connections
we'll redraw fine lines
to depict a better
reflection.
Invisible circles
harbour empty shells
within
apathetic and olden
unwilling to...
#LifeStruggles
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The Rook
Awakened
by the caw
of an omens crow
forsaken
by the raven
sent by Allen Poe
you're now under-taken
to your grave
right from your home
inscriptions old
and chiselled
are bold with mould
in stone
they seem to have been
written
with your name
long ago
there's a hell feathered rook
he takes flight all alone
above the wilted flowers
from the breath of death
that blow
cadavers beckon
from the belfry
as they toll
a dull and groaning
church bell
hell...
by the caw
of an omens crow
forsaken
by the raven
sent by Allen Poe
you're now under-taken
to your grave
right from your home
inscriptions old
and chiselled
are bold with mould
in stone
they seem to have been
written
with your name
long ago
there's a hell feathered rook
he takes flight all alone
above the wilted flowers
from the breath of death
that blow
cadavers beckon
from the belfry
as they toll
a dull and groaning
church bell
hell...
#gothic
#graveyard
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Demon Feeders
A steady breeze
gains strength
amidst this unease
dead faces from hell
express and excel
their mute torn screams.
In agonising distortion
they capitalise
through silent torture
through decomposition
these things
are grinning
before you.
In a disgusting ,crumple
of distressed, mess
they peer diagonal
in nodular blinks
of grotesque.
Multi eyed
and all fissure spiked
they sit hiding
in the halls
of sideways sight.
...
gains strength
amidst this unease
dead faces from hell
express and excel
their mute torn screams.
In agonising distortion
they capitalise
through silent torture
through decomposition
these things
are grinning
before you.
In a disgusting ,crumple
of distressed, mess
they peer diagonal
in nodular blinks
of grotesque.
Multi eyed
and all fissure spiked
they sit hiding
in the halls
of sideways sight.
...
#dark
#devil
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Learn From It , Don't Live There

#memories
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