Submissions by feenixfiles
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
am Fickle I am Fate - a Feenix in flight - direction Destiny.. [been known to curtsy and bow in admiration, amusement] "Well look who I ran into, crowed Confidence" 'please' flirted Fate, this was meant to be."
STORY POEM
Published
14th Feb 2016 9:07pm
14th Feb 2016 9:07pm
Preface
She could be the hooker with a happy heart
cept she can't be bought
Maybe even..
Chairlady of the committee that so
tirelessly campaigns..
effortlessly pocketing all it's gains.
Perhaps her magic leads to madness
and maybe it is you
who simply castes the spell
She is every moment of de je vous
who in her honour the term did divulge
She is your memory of a nightmare
haunting every moment.
The maybe, most definitely,
More likely not.
cept she can't be bought
Maybe even..
Chairlady of the committee that so
tirelessly campaigns..
effortlessly pocketing all it's gains.
Perhaps her magic leads to madness
and maybe it is you
who simply castes the spell
She is every moment of de je vous
who in her honour the term did divulge
She is your memory of a nightmare
haunting every moment.
The maybe, most definitely,
More likely not.
731 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2016 6:37pm
6th Feb 2016 6:37pm
corpse
A final bated breathe delivered a determined death
To a mountain of muscle, a meal of man meat
Abandoned destitute and left in solitude to decay
the vehicle, the vessel that once had so much to say
Surrounded by a murder of a few who flew in to feast
An autopsy of this casual carcass of an empty beast
The house the home a human set silently free
The being, occupied by someone, who was once me
Salutations & a farewell flight send off this soul
Leaving an empty head to serve as a dinner bowl
Vultures acknowledge the victim evident in...
To a mountain of muscle, a meal of man meat
Abandoned destitute and left in solitude to decay
the vehicle, the vessel that once had so much to say
Surrounded by a murder of a few who flew in to feast
An autopsy of this casual carcass of an empty beast
The house the home a human set silently free
The being, occupied by someone, who was once me
Salutations & a farewell flight send off this soul
Leaving an empty head to serve as a dinner bowl
Vultures acknowledge the victim evident in...
588 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2016 11:33pm
22nd Jan 2016 11:33pm
Flashbacks
I hop skitched stepped on your shadows
Happy to follow I allow you to lead – I follow
I hoped preached pleaded in your presence
Alas I was simply led astray into a street of sin
Your point – effortlessly earned
I bear witness to reeling you in with want
You were only too happy to welcome a hunt
I led you to believe – cast you as a captain
Only to be capsized by the mutiny of me
My point – my point made
Happy to follow I allow you to lead – I follow
I hoped preached pleaded in your presence
Alas I was simply led astray into a street of sin
Your point – effortlessly earned
I bear witness to reeling you in with want
You were only too happy to welcome a hunt
I led you to believe – cast you as a captain
Only to be capsized by the mutiny of me
My point – my point made
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Jan 2016 2:24am
17th Jan 2016 2:24am
Paste cut Title - I know not your name
I don’t want to be the murder of your crows
Or be the one to plant the seeds……….
Or even be part of that stupid puzzle piece
I don’t want to live in the archive of your mind
Nor do I need a stamped approval nor pass
But inform you that with my heart you should be kind
Oh and by the way - I’d rather you not trespass
You are the cliché by fault of attendance
The push that prompts my every pull
The itch that I cant get to – yes you
The tainted truth behind my & avoidance lies
We should just work with what we got ...
Or be the one to plant the seeds……….
Or even be part of that stupid puzzle piece
I don’t want to live in the archive of your mind
Nor do I need a stamped approval nor pass
But inform you that with my heart you should be kind
Oh and by the way - I’d rather you not trespass
You are the cliché by fault of attendance
The push that prompts my every pull
The itch that I cant get to – yes you
The tainted truth behind my & avoidance lies
We should just work with what we got ...
665 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Dec 2015 00:39am
12th Dec 2015 00:39am
s.o.s
Tell me the tale
The tall story
Trade me the theory
Cast me closure
There’s always a story on sale
Talk to me..try
Not at me or even near me
Or …. Or even bout me
Say it instead as it evapourates
Translate articulate while I wait
There’s always a story on sale
Heartgates on automatic, unhitched
flung open in haste to fly blind
Hoping on an echo for orientation
On a heartbeat hellbent highway
Talk to me…try
Sign off, say good bye
Shut the door break the spell
You’ve come this far.....
The tall story
Trade me the theory
Cast me closure
There’s always a story on sale
Talk to me..try
Not at me or even near me
Or …. Or even bout me
Say it instead as it evapourates
Translate articulate while I wait
There’s always a story on sale
Heartgates on automatic, unhitched
flung open in haste to fly blind
Hoping on an echo for orientation
On a heartbeat hellbent highway
Talk to me…try
Sign off, say good bye
Shut the door break the spell
You’ve come this far.....
755 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2015 7:47pm
30th Nov 2015 7:47pm
where to next world?
I keep forgetting that if I start at one end
To remember that I’ll finish right back at begin
And that there’s always a solution
To every situation that I question
Where to next world?
And I become a simple cliché
A comrade to your complexities
So while you pull, you know `I’ll push
And if you forget to turn out the light, I will…
Where to next world?
Why wait
For fate
The worlds on a whirl
So I simply curtsy, bow, twirl…
To remember that I’ll finish right back at begin
And that there’s always a solution
To every situation that I question
Where to next world?
And I become a simple cliché
A comrade to your complexities
So while you pull, you know `I’ll push
And if you forget to turn out the light, I will…
Where to next world?
Why wait
For fate
The worlds on a whirl
So I simply curtsy, bow, twirl…
663 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2015 8:01pm
7th Nov 2015 8:01pm
P.S - Processed
You were so PC, and yes perhaps:
“politically correct” to you simply
means ethically honest - yet disloyalty dishonest.
For you were present in stature - agreed
Yet your mind remained uncaptured..
For once on the same passage and page
I belong to a chapter in you - whilst
You engage me episode after episode
Seems the same page to me
Was a mere post script to you
Yet you cannot resist " and assist the atlas with a spin
As simple as slots worshipped by seniors, waiting to win
I have been living on your promises, dining on your...
“politically correct” to you simply
means ethically honest - yet disloyalty dishonest.
For you were present in stature - agreed
Yet your mind remained uncaptured..
For once on the same passage and page
I belong to a chapter in you - whilst
You engage me episode after episode
Seems the same page to me
Was a mere post script to you
Yet you cannot resist " and assist the atlas with a spin
As simple as slots worshipped by seniors, waiting to win
I have been living on your promises, dining on your...
587 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 1:48am
18th Oct 2015 1:48am
Handout Help
Hallowed haunted hallways –hide, harbour & hold hostage
A history of heartache, a heritage of hope, a handout of hurt
Hospitably hosting a hibernation, a hiatus - halting healing
Harvesting a haulocast of honour a hesistant heir to hardship
Halfway to heaven heading home from hell
Hardly a hero haphazardly heading the helm,
Humbly he house keeps headquarters helpless
As happiness harmonizes headfirst with hate
he's hoping for a handout of help
A history of heartache, a heritage of hope, a handout of hurt
Hospitably hosting a hibernation, a hiatus - halting healing
Harvesting a haulocast of honour a hesistant heir to hardship
Halfway to heaven heading home from hell
Hardly a hero haphazardly heading the helm,
Humbly he house keeps headquarters helpless
As happiness harmonizes headfirst with hate
he's hoping for a handout of help
636 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2015 8:46pm
28th Aug 2015 8:46pm
Thunder @ 3am
So I am floating somewhere high or maybe even in between. My body lingering in, in and out of the ordinary everything. Then time stops......as thunder starts, forgets, ends, once again only to begin. And memory reminds me of an repented emotion. Rewind, oh I remember....
And it goes right thru me - an echo imprinted as an instant arythmia, heartache, heartbeat, hell.
Maybe heart hits head and I remember...maybe head hurts heart. And I wonder, do you remember, that our love was like thunder?
And with each rolling super sonic straight to my heart sound. Pain finds peace as rain...
And it goes right thru me - an echo imprinted as an instant arythmia, heartache, heartbeat, hell.
Maybe heart hits head and I remember...maybe head hurts heart. And I wonder, do you remember, that our love was like thunder?
And with each rolling super sonic straight to my heart sound. Pain finds peace as rain...
623 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2015 11:26am
7th Jul 2015 11:26am
afidavit
Let me tell you the story of how it all begun
The very one that tells how I became undone
Come closer and listen carefully under my spell
As I begin to archive all that I can finally tell
It starts as everyone always does …once apon a time
And while I cant promise that it’s all gonna rhyme
But here we go down that trodden path, broken line
That ends with all the secrets I reveal that are mine
Ok lets finally begin, I’ll stall no more
But be aware of what I have in stall
It’s the stuff that make legends lore
And more and more you’ll implore...
The very one that tells how I became undone
Come closer and listen carefully under my spell
As I begin to archive all that I can finally tell
It starts as everyone always does …once apon a time
And while I cant promise that it’s all gonna rhyme
But here we go down that trodden path, broken line
That ends with all the secrets I reveal that are mine
Ok lets finally begin, I’ll stall no more
But be aware of what I have in stall
It’s the stuff that make legends lore
And more and more you’ll implore...
599 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 3:11am
13th Jun 2015 3:11am
Better off Alone
Keep me captive
Hold me hostage
Sentence my sanity
Promise me prison
Torture any thoughts
Massacre any memories
Reprimand my reality
Discipline my desires
Reminding me
I'm better off alone...
Hold me hostage
Sentence my sanity
Promise me prison
Torture any thoughts
Massacre any memories
Reprimand my reality
Discipline my desires
Reminding me
I'm better off alone...
710 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2015 11:19pm
31st May 2015 11:19pm
I told you so
I told you so...
Allow me to acknowledge & attend
& anticipate announcing answers alone again
about us. & you, yes you. I see you “checking in”
looking like a lost lounge lizard longing for light
secretly summonsing spotlights safely to the shadows
& I know your indifference is ignorance & you have yet to learn
try to take the task that was taught as a traveller & not tourist
surrender sometimes, serving simply as a sign of strength
command a confession re: our connection & the confusion it creates
so a story is spun...
Allow me to acknowledge & attend
& anticipate announcing answers alone again
about us. & you, yes you. I see you “checking in”
looking like a lost lounge lizard longing for light
secretly summonsing spotlights safely to the shadows
& I know your indifference is ignorance & you have yet to learn
try to take the task that was taught as a traveller & not tourist
surrender sometimes, serving simply as a sign of strength
command a confession re: our connection & the confusion it creates
so a story is spun...
740 reads
4 Comments
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