Submissions by eatfat (Corey)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm corey locklear realign and searching always for the birth of my living tatttoos..
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 7:46pm
7th Mar 2014 7:46pm
Shaded leash
She pulls the shades down gently,there drowning in her tears,where loneliness lied awake in her mirrored tales of smirks ,upon plentiful giggles abused and bruised along the voices of her cry..
She walsh's window to stoop gazing into a rear view saddle left for her to ride a tear on into a drop of of memory,where the haunting familiar smiles seemed to light her face upon a shallow base that hide below the shade..
There,from her beauty voices in darken hours meshed her troubled soul into the night as she cried alone,alive,broken by a lovers curse she drowned in over and under...
She walsh's window to stoop gazing into a rear view saddle left for her to ride a tear on into a drop of of memory,where the haunting familiar smiles seemed to light her face upon a shallow base that hide below the shade..
There,from her beauty voices in darken hours meshed her troubled soul into the night as she cried alone,alive,broken by a lovers curse she drowned in over and under...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 3:48am
7th Mar 2014 3:48am
The call of the sun
The sun has called for my return,yet I cry spreading my wings
there flightless,fore i am grounded going blind into the distance along
hollow and soiled wonders for my high has a beckoning call
unto the colored sound,addressing that I may not return as if
twice the cumbersome twice the fire shunned me ,as if the sun shall
not reach for me withering in the cold ,mending my wounds in from the rain as
I needed too yell to the sun that my wings are drowning and I can not help
too be scared,yet as I go blind I fend the difference among empty ...
there flightless,fore i am grounded going blind into the distance along
hollow and soiled wonders for my high has a beckoning call
unto the colored sound,addressing that I may not return as if
twice the cumbersome twice the fire shunned me ,as if the sun shall
not reach for me withering in the cold ,mending my wounds in from the rain as
I needed too yell to the sun that my wings are drowning and I can not help
too be scared,yet as I go blind I fend the difference among empty ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 3:57am
5th Mar 2014 3:57am
Winded rage
Foretold that as the winds rage morrow chased
memory shavings long into a field of ordinary
sadness as I gather the merits upon a mantle sold to
a fairy tale for the winds whistles through the holes
I punched using my tongue to grant that I swayed above the rage
As the center of a premier waste yet the fields cover in
clover coked the charades of untamed thoughts where I settle
to forget to remember there that as i may not blossom
into a riser I may shave with dull razor blades using concrete mirrors in the dark
So on that I lay down in a field of change...
memory shavings long into a field of ordinary
sadness as I gather the merits upon a mantle sold to
a fairy tale for the winds whistles through the holes
I punched using my tongue to grant that I swayed above the rage
As the center of a premier waste yet the fields cover in
clover coked the charades of untamed thoughts where I settle
to forget to remember there that as i may not blossom
into a riser I may shave with dull razor blades using concrete mirrors in the dark
So on that I lay down in a field of change...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 2:09am
4th Mar 2014 2:09am
My host(wicked)
Wicked the fallen has surrounded the gallo
as I breathe in the swine I bathed in as I devour
the host shedding behind my ears,gore the death of
me raged in observations context,in abstruses
bass of devils and candies Angels and roses
shoveling over a death bed slaved as chummed
upon the fallen existing where halfbreed illusions
dressed my as an imbicl to find a center of me in
a passage written for my breath to calm the storm
never more hide behind my eyes ,the shed from my flesh
fore the galo shall burn from a hell fire as of hades has rewritten...
as I breathe in the swine I bathed in as I devour
the host shedding behind my ears,gore the death of
me raged in observations context,in abstruses
bass of devils and candies Angels and roses
shoveling over a death bed slaved as chummed
upon the fallen existing where halfbreed illusions
dressed my as an imbicl to find a center of me in
a passage written for my breath to calm the storm
never more hide behind my eyes ,the shed from my flesh
fore the galo shall burn from a hell fire as of hades has rewritten...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 3:01am
27th Feb 2014 3:01am
The god I play
Slowly I write a eulogy in whispers charading as
ravens for my turn to play god smelled of fear as my hands
washed away a simple taste of beauty crashed into a broken
return of liars dressing me in a bastards skin as my
world craved to the blood of angels needing the right
of a devils bruises as i write brighter then my last
sermon ,fore Iam breathing the sulfur I stole from the serpent
trending my voice smothering my time to play god
as I alone write a gimmick gauntlet set to slave the raven
awhile I fondle the breed they call human ,I call dead...
ravens for my turn to play god smelled of fear as my hands
washed away a simple taste of beauty crashed into a broken
return of liars dressing me in a bastards skin as my
world craved to the blood of angels needing the right
of a devils bruises as i write brighter then my last
sermon ,fore Iam breathing the sulfur I stole from the serpent
trending my voice smothering my time to play god
as I alone write a gimmick gauntlet set to slave the raven
awhile I fondle the breed they call human ,I call dead...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 3:31am
10th Feb 2014 3:31am
We are indian
Beautifully ,sighs played into a stage of lavish sight,as march
springs onward into picture perfect difference,coerced along
notions that bloomed puppet shows into love blown in from
lands where beauty dressed tribes in courage's strength that so
fitted hand to hand.As they would dance,chanting ,raving love
dear to one ,honest to reason,valuing freedom where our people
pray.there through wimps of change winds of silence grew wider
then our pain faltering a eagle high,flooding a buffalos range,from a carcass
to a bend of chance blood smelled of shame...
springs onward into picture perfect difference,coerced along
notions that bloomed puppet shows into love blown in from
lands where beauty dressed tribes in courage's strength that so
fitted hand to hand.As they would dance,chanting ,raving love
dear to one ,honest to reason,valuing freedom where our people
pray.there through wimps of change winds of silence grew wider
then our pain faltering a eagle high,flooding a buffalos range,from a carcass
to a bend of chance blood smelled of shame...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:38am
7th Feb 2014 4:38am
As I lie here dying
As I lie here dying restlessly I wonder if so my eyes
bleed shall i shutter the shun I rode into the sun as my
skin bakes in a lust tied heathen breeding the taste
of stricken nine rushing through my veins as if I may
fly beautifully as my wings crumble in short of my blood stained
thoughts driving me insane awhile I lie here dying chaffed
beneath a sense of heroic oracles of Virgin charm tempting
me to beg ,fire and light to color sound with my
eyes blind yet my sight rested amid the thought of god
reciting judas's pause in breathes as I lie here...
bleed shall i shutter the shun I rode into the sun as my
skin bakes in a lust tied heathen breeding the taste
of stricken nine rushing through my veins as if I may
fly beautifully as my wings crumble in short of my blood stained
thoughts driving me insane awhile I lie here dying chaffed
beneath a sense of heroic oracles of Virgin charm tempting
me to beg ,fire and light to color sound with my
eyes blind yet my sight rested amid the thought of god
reciting judas's pause in breathes as I lie here...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 3:02am
19th Jan 2014 3:02am
Winds of change
In a land where I eat the rain I wonder if I fall
how far till the winds smother me,somewhere
will hands prevail that Iam ..my murdering invoice
felt mortal yet my words of sober intentions craved
a lisps unto my heart,broken for the incense roar
of lavender shadowed my words of reason as I eat the rain
on chase to save myself from starving yet how far till
I fall ,tis twice may I surrender the fueled screams fore my
hands ache as my wonder has shelved the memory I've lined
to structure In a land where the rains are the poison I feed from
as I've...
how far till the winds smother me,somewhere
will hands prevail that Iam ..my murdering invoice
felt mortal yet my words of sober intentions craved
a lisps unto my heart,broken for the incense roar
of lavender shadowed my words of reason as I eat the rain
on chase to save myself from starving yet how far till
I fall ,tis twice may I surrender the fueled screams fore my
hands ache as my wonder has shelved the memory I've lined
to structure In a land where the rains are the poison I feed from
as I've...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 3:42am
14th Jan 2014 3:42am
My chamber
Swept beneath the floor of my chambers cracks
The whispers become whistling widows,summoned
as I need a tedious rue sense of behavior to dress
me in common sequence where the ravens toll the
charm of a simple carcass searching for a soul
I render as satan sings psalms far beyond my
chambers chasing my highs along nine gates as
if ill seek a god to chance my goodbye,fore
My chambers window stared upon the hollow where
the moon blossomed beneath my door,lurking in the shadows
as my thought of sacrifice became a fashion of suicide falling
into the...
The whispers become whistling widows,summoned
as I need a tedious rue sense of behavior to dress
me in common sequence where the ravens toll the
charm of a simple carcass searching for a soul
I render as satan sings psalms far beyond my
chambers chasing my highs along nine gates as
if ill seek a god to chance my goodbye,fore
My chambers window stared upon the hollow where
the moon blossomed beneath my door,lurking in the shadows
as my thought of sacrifice became a fashion of suicide falling
into the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 3:59am
12th Jan 2014 3:59am
Mornings death
Morning chased my dreams in from
the sanctuary where i molested the breaths
of angels bleeding over a voice of conversion
taunting the heavens hidden somewhere
between here and there,by mourning mornings
diabolical unabridged convoy my cock become
Weaken ,limb from failure as I need to feel
the pain from the angels agony grinding me
into a volume of windowless rooms,as they dress me in commercial
fabric strengthen with my words boiling to
fine and sweeten sense as I mock the morning
for rehearsing my mourning ,fore the angels
Has...
the sanctuary where i molested the breaths
of angels bleeding over a voice of conversion
taunting the heavens hidden somewhere
between here and there,by mourning mornings
diabolical unabridged convoy my cock become
Weaken ,limb from failure as I need to feel
the pain from the angels agony grinding me
into a volume of windowless rooms,as they dress me in commercial
fabric strengthen with my words boiling to
fine and sweeten sense as I mock the morning
for rehearsing my mourning ,fore the angels
Has...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 3:24am
12th Jan 2014 3:24am
Last breath..
Fore my eyes became dark from yonder where I call Into
the wondering stampedes chasing my sight along here and there
Yet my fickle has become a blaze of obituaries as I see myself
quietly hiding waiting for your sighs ,here that I'm poison bled from the
sulfur as my right hand bleeds out a fashion for pain as my left arm reaches for the passion,beit that Iam louder then the music playing hero and heathens
As I recall one last breath upon the ominous treasons suffocating the
Taste of my fury left for my death to stain the illusions of angels dressed
In a...
the wondering stampedes chasing my sight along here and there
Yet my fickle has become a blaze of obituaries as I see myself
quietly hiding waiting for your sighs ,here that I'm poison bled from the
sulfur as my right hand bleeds out a fashion for pain as my left arm reaches for the passion,beit that Iam louder then the music playing hero and heathens
As I recall one last breath upon the ominous treasons suffocating the
Taste of my fury left for my death to stain the illusions of angels dressed
In a...
607 reads
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