Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2015 8:48am
12th May 2015 8:48am
Possession
That which you want to possess
Possesses you." - Lilith
I sold her my sins
So I can ride her train
I had no idea where it was going but wanted to get on.
And yet my ticket expired before I arrived.
"No refunds baby.
You are lucky to leave with your skin still pretty."
She said.
I never did tell her my flesh burned from the hell I was in.
Keeping silent or telling her would be painful in either case.
She would have nothing to say in return.
There is still, at the bottom, bottom of my heart
A small ember,...
Possesses you." - Lilith
I sold her my sins
So I can ride her train
I had no idea where it was going but wanted to get on.
And yet my ticket expired before I arrived.
"No refunds baby.
You are lucky to leave with your skin still pretty."
She said.
I never did tell her my flesh burned from the hell I was in.
Keeping silent or telling her would be painful in either case.
She would have nothing to say in return.
There is still, at the bottom, bottom of my heart
A small ember,...
1139 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2015 8:53am
8th May 2015 8:53am
One Notte
..and
I
don't
NEED you
that's what I'd say at the end of the day when you tell me no way and still I obey through all those
Lonely
Lovely
Lonely
Lovely
nights...
I
don't
NEED you
that's what I'd say at the end of the day when you tell me no way and still I obey through all those
Lonely
Lovely
Lonely
Lovely
nights...
702 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2015 6:07pm
4th May 2015 6:07pm
Undiscovered
I am still
on a hill
both ways down
like a frown
before its we
now its me
wheres the choice
i have voiced
and so i found
the silent sound
its no wonder
over yonder
How the crows
Fly
on a hill
both ways down
like a frown
before its we
now its me
wheres the choice
i have voiced
and so i found
the silent sound
its no wonder
over yonder
How the crows
Fly
835 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2015 2:21am
28th Apr 2015 2:21am
Appropriate Death
When is it appropriate to die?
When
you have completed your life's work?
When
no one touches you anymore because an irreparable scarring disease that grows fungal?
When
every action towards improvement ends in miserable failure?
When
you have isolated yourself to the point that you no longer relate to even your family members?
The body keeps going
Not saying anything in the dark cadaverous reservation of the souls resting abode of its natural inclination
The mind keeps droning
When is it appropriate for suicide?
...
When
you have completed your life's work?
When
no one touches you anymore because an irreparable scarring disease that grows fungal?
When
every action towards improvement ends in miserable failure?
When
you have isolated yourself to the point that you no longer relate to even your family members?
The body keeps going
Not saying anything in the dark cadaverous reservation of the souls resting abode of its natural inclination
The mind keeps droning
When is it appropriate for suicide?
...
677 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2015 2:43am
25th Apr 2015 2:43am
Beheading
It was a moment of quiet pleasurable bliss;
The last convulsion dissolves.
And I return to the fourth wall artistically with multi-colored brush
and a palette of hues that would make Da Vinci jealous.
I know how to make a splash of wonder
Excitement
Interest
Fein attention
To their attention
Give eye contact -
Give hand gestures that mean I am
Listening
Listening to white noise...
Listening beneath my skin...
Listening under the beating heart...
That standing still place
Where
I can't tell if my soul is wanting...
The last convulsion dissolves.
And I return to the fourth wall artistically with multi-colored brush
and a palette of hues that would make Da Vinci jealous.
I know how to make a splash of wonder
Excitement
Interest
Fein attention
To their attention
Give eye contact -
Give hand gestures that mean I am
Listening
Listening to white noise...
Listening beneath my skin...
Listening under the beating heart...
That standing still place
Where
I can't tell if my soul is wanting...
818 reads
6 Comments
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