Submissions by eatfat97 (corey locklear)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My sense of style creates wounds in the imagination, fire upon seems correct to say!! Yet my fine line of beauty maybe confusing
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2016 3:00am
28th Jan 2016 3:00am
My way with god
My flesh smelled of hypocrisy as I cleaned the skin of my teeth with the
heart I stole from the morgue, used
once before too shatter the thoughts of angles and northern comets, written to fit a fairy tale. ..
I dress in mangled fever, for the pleasure I tweak towers over my plague of true deliverance of a sinners rage, outlined in brimestones of domestic cologne' s with the taste of envy ,that I peeled from the hands stoned in readings of a nun dressed to kill a crow...
There I waive good bye,too the sounds of ambition, clocked going crazy along the rage...
heart I stole from the morgue, used
once before too shatter the thoughts of angles and northern comets, written to fit a fairy tale. ..
I dress in mangled fever, for the pleasure I tweak towers over my plague of true deliverance of a sinners rage, outlined in brimestones of domestic cologne' s with the taste of envy ,that I peeled from the hands stoned in readings of a nun dressed to kill a crow...
There I waive good bye,too the sounds of ambition, clocked going crazy along the rage...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 8:48pm
23rd Jan 2016 8:48pm
My song
My head staged the Gifford of uncanny surroundings as the day in turn I run through fields of cactus gold ,where shall I find the time to write my song. ...
I ask my guitar only to listen, yet I hear crashing waves and loud cries from airplanes ,still i differ to stink up the taste of milky waves and apples ,as I try to write my way in to the song in my head. ..
By tomorrow's end ,I'll call my name to be trigger, in forms of decisions I dissect as I disengage a rhythm I need to sound like a hummingbird plastering my window pane ,fore my eyes to see that I may write a tune of yesterday...
I ask my guitar only to listen, yet I hear crashing waves and loud cries from airplanes ,still i differ to stink up the taste of milky waves and apples ,as I try to write my way in to the song in my head. ..
By tomorrow's end ,I'll call my name to be trigger, in forms of decisions I dissect as I disengage a rhythm I need to sound like a hummingbird plastering my window pane ,fore my eyes to see that I may write a tune of yesterday...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 3:59am
26th Sep 2015 3:59am
The hell I seek
My words smeared along the time of reliance, where the taste of hell lived around the blaze of glory be God. .
My hail cornered my shed of sanctions summons of mass pardons six times greater then a heaven full of grace, six turns of words marked senseless, six tides of deuce breaking my skin,the flesh I peeled to bone for the surfer of sacrifice as I asked the tone of the beast to cut free the heathens living on a pray..
Into my world of hand me down bibles, burnt mantels and wasted priest, I flank the mold of liars and whores as the need of naked hails blanked the orgies upon...
My hail cornered my shed of sanctions summons of mass pardons six times greater then a heaven full of grace, six turns of words marked senseless, six tides of deuce breaking my skin,the flesh I peeled to bone for the surfer of sacrifice as I asked the tone of the beast to cut free the heathens living on a pray..
Into my world of hand me down bibles, burnt mantels and wasted priest, I flank the mold of liars and whores as the need of naked hails blanked the orgies upon...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 1:22am
15th Sep 2015 1:22am
Rains among my death
The rains swept away the waters drowning me in six feet of hunger, that I've chased along the evil roaring in my aching voice of application, sentenced without revaluation. .
I swim onward into a intoxication
of change,listless and pitiful, fore I am broken with declaration of death ,that if I kill myself, you may not rape the control of the birth I wasted under a sea of second to second of my adult sense of disease, I'll suffocate unto the rains..
I may bleed the voice of penance ,in a rue saddle of confidence as I swear before a God in a bedroom where I lost the...
I swim onward into a intoxication
of change,listless and pitiful, fore I am broken with declaration of death ,that if I kill myself, you may not rape the control of the birth I wasted under a sea of second to second of my adult sense of disease, I'll suffocate unto the rains..
I may bleed the voice of penance ,in a rue saddle of confidence as I swear before a God in a bedroom where I lost the...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2015 1:35am
7th Sep 2015 1:35am
The death of I
I watched the day carve names into
a change of fault,aligned within the chase of haunting fears of nothing
more then the evil in I..
My hands begin to ache with curses I sold to the heathens beckoning my
wrath,spit from a hell a I bathe in as I rage in a voice of surrender, molested without a stage of fright as I am the I inside a death of. ..
Lonly I slit my tongue ,bleeding out a turn of madness in a pagan birth of breaths I stole from a child's grace, once before I crush the cemeteries anatomy of wasted flesh buried long into my faith ode to the six charms...
a change of fault,aligned within the chase of haunting fears of nothing
more then the evil in I..
My hands begin to ache with curses I sold to the heathens beckoning my
wrath,spit from a hell a I bathe in as I rage in a voice of surrender, molested without a stage of fright as I am the I inside a death of. ..
Lonly I slit my tongue ,bleeding out a turn of madness in a pagan birth of breaths I stole from a child's grace, once before I crush the cemeteries anatomy of wasted flesh buried long into my faith ode to the six charms...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2015 11:08pm
16th Aug 2015 11:08pm
I remember
I remember the day's long Into
fields of lust and pain,too be or not
sirens surrender in the silence of eastern sundries, amid Sundays shades of shame,oh how i remember
Don't worry your secret is safe with
me,I so honored the simple and plain,still my name wande:red along
tisk for task,in a tapping charade of
what we have known, oh I remember.
By way of shadows chipping our silhouette, we may lie in riveting shares of locusts and acid washing away our screams,for the day has stricken us too settle the plow, there...
fields of lust and pain,too be or not
sirens surrender in the silence of eastern sundries, amid Sundays shades of shame,oh how i remember
Don't worry your secret is safe with
me,I so honored the simple and plain,still my name wande:red along
tisk for task,in a tapping charade of
what we have known, oh I remember.
By way of shadows chipping our silhouette, we may lie in riveting shares of locusts and acid washing away our screams,for the day has stricken us too settle the plow, there...
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 4:30am
5th Aug 2015 4:30am
It felt like thunder,,,,pulled the trigger.
Morning painted my eyes in shades of red, watching her reach for the fall,
corner tight as the needle is Sharpe feeling for the Dragons breath, she lays her head down as thoughts feed aloud
in from a rush of pain,so cold..
I watch my tears freeze in search for sorrow, it felt like Thunder, I pulled the trigger,she lied there stuck in a stupor, fore the trains a coming, her eyes pale, like a virgin flight, as high as she rages, it felt like thunder,my mind explodes where once I reached for her...
I beg of her,hot shots and trembles,I love you,I am yours ,may I hold your...
corner tight as the needle is Sharpe feeling for the Dragons breath, she lays her head down as thoughts feed aloud
in from a rush of pain,so cold..
I watch my tears freeze in search for sorrow, it felt like Thunder, I pulled the trigger,she lied there stuck in a stupor, fore the trains a coming, her eyes pale, like a virgin flight, as high as she rages, it felt like thunder,my mind explodes where once I reached for her...
I beg of her,hot shots and trembles,I love you,I am yours ,may I hold your...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2015 9:34pm
1st Aug 2015 9:34pm
child's breath
The outside smelled of boiling breaths from a child's rearview upon the hands that once fed saints to soldiers of war,a truth untold in a fold of revaries shaved inside a concrete Angel, sold to mark the call of the beast we molded inside...
Yet a child's once lost,sold to the highest wave of ministers tongue as morrow crashed by the way of knocking on splinters filled with a scent of sulfur, for not bargained yet branded in a hole full of shadowed shame of suffering. ..
There the outside choked the babies breath along steps of glass dipped in and out of souls ,plagued with six...
Yet a child's once lost,sold to the highest wave of ministers tongue as morrow crashed by the way of knocking on splinters filled with a scent of sulfur, for not bargained yet branded in a hole full of shadowed shame of suffering. ..
There the outside choked the babies breath along steps of glass dipped in and out of souls ,plagued with six...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2015 2:33am
24th Jul 2015 2:33am
As I lie in makeup
The mourning darkened my makeup
running down my perch of sadness as I count the ways of death's bloom
beckoning the voice I used reaching
for the fall over my dirt filled sky..
I beg for the ending to undo my illusions,for my eyes seem gray in mid rehearsal of a pastors sermon used as a eulogy once read to tie my sinners rage with sinister call of memory fading to black,as i slave the grind of a timid vessel ,I drank the taste of my empty cloak, as my makeup left me beautiful..
I turn to cry out,yet my voice was empty, so I whispered as if I was a...
running down my perch of sadness as I count the ways of death's bloom
beckoning the voice I used reaching
for the fall over my dirt filled sky..
I beg for the ending to undo my illusions,for my eyes seem gray in mid rehearsal of a pastors sermon used as a eulogy once read to tie my sinners rage with sinister call of memory fading to black,as i slave the grind of a timid vessel ,I drank the taste of my empty cloak, as my makeup left me beautiful..
I turn to cry out,yet my voice was empty, so I whispered as if I was a...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2015 3:44am
22nd Jul 2015 3:44am
neighbour. .
Love was not the friend I seeked, the pills filled my mount of choice, a empathy of felonious confessions,the hate I draw plunged into my confidence chasing me along the break of my intoxication. .
Poisoned from a neighbors adverse chambers calling me from my selfish deeds only to controll a stupor I've spun into in less then three blinks,...I found it to not be love yet a lust bought and sold as I longed to confide in my friend,that I am lost somewhere between a heathen and martyr, drinking from a cup with the dirt I shoveled over shoulder,mighty from the pills I indulged. ....
Poisoned from a neighbors adverse chambers calling me from my selfish deeds only to controll a stupor I've spun into in less then three blinks,...I found it to not be love yet a lust bought and sold as I longed to confide in my friend,that I am lost somewhere between a heathen and martyr, drinking from a cup with the dirt I shoveled over shoulder,mighty from the pills I indulged. ....
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2015 3:42am
19th Jul 2015 3:42am
Lord may i
Death has become me,I yielded unto a massacre, losing my rights to beg of Lord Satan...
I bowed, I craved,yet my tears weaken me,I must omit unto the being that chimed in upon my stride.
I call it beautiful ,murder was not the crow for my hands must unshackle the choice I painted in weakness. .Satan, be it deuce, how did I falter and yet my wings still flutter in search of a pardon, ,fore death will come unto the flesh that has forsaken you as my words chaffed the loosen recall of my last promise,,,
A death unto the murder of....
I bowed, I craved,yet my tears weaken me,I must omit unto the being that chimed in upon my stride.
I call it beautiful ,murder was not the crow for my hands must unshackle the choice I painted in weakness. .Satan, be it deuce, how did I falter and yet my wings still flutter in search of a pardon, ,fore death will come unto the flesh that has forsaken you as my words chaffed the loosen recall of my last promise,,,
A death unto the murder of....
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