Submissions by fret
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to play with the dark things. They like me. They /are/ like me.
DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 1:25pm
29th Mar 2016 1:25pm
Inside
Soft boiling, simmer slowly,
low heat, but getting hotter,
keep it down, suppress the murder,
the one inside, slithers toward the dark,
chase it, trip it, kneel upon it, teach it pain,
and every chase makes us darker, harder, hotter, faster
catch an impulse, as if it were possible to cage a thought.
Breaking, shaking, breathing low,
fist rising towards my mind, to smash the bulb
the bulb in the cage, the fist's impact only unlocks,
the darkened cage inside unfurls its purpose upon the world,
perfect cover for the hot, wet, slipping thought to...
low heat, but getting hotter,
keep it down, suppress the murder,
the one inside, slithers toward the dark,
chase it, trip it, kneel upon it, teach it pain,
and every chase makes us darker, harder, hotter, faster
catch an impulse, as if it were possible to cage a thought.
Breaking, shaking, breathing low,
fist rising towards my mind, to smash the bulb
the bulb in the cage, the fist's impact only unlocks,
the darkened cage inside unfurls its purpose upon the world,
perfect cover for the hot, wet, slipping thought to...
660 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 10:37am
20th Apr 2014 10:37am
Dealt
The way it feels,
desperate times
call for desperate measures,
the glint of satisfaction
piercing pleasures
pain that rhymes,
blood that seals.
It's the pain of the ruts
that stops the chasm,
I have to know
my body's reaction,
see my face in the window
sunken eyes, grimacing spasm,
if it's real then I ain't nuts.
The blade that sinks fast
sharp and deep,
it ain't right
for me, the pain must accompany action,
it's the fight,
to feel the sting and yet to keep
going 'til I own it at last.
Shallow,...
desperate times
call for desperate measures,
the glint of satisfaction
piercing pleasures
pain that rhymes,
blood that seals.
It's the pain of the ruts
that stops the chasm,
I have to know
my body's reaction,
see my face in the window
sunken eyes, grimacing spasm,
if it's real then I ain't nuts.
The blade that sinks fast
sharp and deep,
it ain't right
for me, the pain must accompany action,
it's the fight,
to feel the sting and yet to keep
going 'til I own it at last.
Shallow,...
632 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 11:25pm
11th Oct 2011 11:25pm
Yellowed skin
Out distorted never never,
changeful faces corded sever,
brave entrusted doctor shiver,
yellowed skin and blackened liver.
Brown eye red, blue eye yellow,
pickle organs breathing shallow,
dish sponge brain forgotten swallow,
choke gone life, her eyes are hollow.
Grief pain loss, anger more,
shudder vomit throat eyes raw,
engraved forever what we saw,
never what we were before.
changeful faces corded sever,
brave entrusted doctor shiver,
yellowed skin and blackened liver.
Brown eye red, blue eye yellow,
pickle organs breathing shallow,
dish sponge brain forgotten swallow,
choke gone life, her eyes are hollow.
Grief pain loss, anger more,
shudder vomit throat eyes raw,
engraved forever what we saw,
never what we were before.
674 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2009 7:03pm
5th Oct 2009 7:03pm
Heaven and You
The pain I feel rewards me for the time I spend alone,
the tenderness I’d missed became a noose to hang my head.
I sent my only treasures to your grave for you to own,
one day I know I’ll see again your face though you are dead.
My flowers in your lifeless hands, my teardrops in your hair,
I’d give my all, my life, my soul, to kiss you one more time.
It hardly seems it’s possible, I know it isn’t fair,
that all I have are memories, just images and rhyme.
The night I lost you came to be the night I threw my life
into this darkened vision...
the tenderness I’d missed became a noose to hang my head.
I sent my only treasures to your grave for you to own,
one day I know I’ll see again your face though you are dead.
My flowers in your lifeless hands, my teardrops in your hair,
I’d give my all, my life, my soul, to kiss you one more time.
It hardly seems it’s possible, I know it isn’t fair,
that all I have are memories, just images and rhyme.
The night I lost you came to be the night I threw my life
into this darkened vision...
1062 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2009 7:00pm
5th Oct 2009 7:00pm
Not of your love's nature
I am alive, my love, and thoroughly better than you,
time's clarity slowly seeping through my mind's dusty halls,
I was eager to please, thinking love was forever true,
now gaping wounds close even as your hurtful rage apalls.
Intuition warned me of your jaded love's sharpened thorns,
if I'd known where you would take me I'd have ended my life.
Your hidden, murky motives took on new and obscene forms,
your surface, soothing, placid, offered to become my wife.
Quiet shameless reason has brought me free of your designs,
out from under your...
time's clarity slowly seeping through my mind's dusty halls,
I was eager to please, thinking love was forever true,
now gaping wounds close even as your hurtful rage apalls.
Intuition warned me of your jaded love's sharpened thorns,
if I'd known where you would take me I'd have ended my life.
Your hidden, murky motives took on new and obscene forms,
your surface, soothing, placid, offered to become my wife.
Quiet shameless reason has brought me free of your designs,
out from under your...
990 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2009 9:54am
5th Sep 2009 9:54am
Better
You'll feel better,
won't want to bleed,
Prozac, Heroin or Weed.
Lies they tell,
truth they've told,
any drug to take a hold.
Eat a pill,
smoke a joint,
Tracks from Needles? What's your point?
Drowning in
the wishing well,
my own personal pre-hell.
Do you like it?
How's the trip?
Feeling better? Here's a tip:
You're not a master,
you're a slave,
no-one carries you to your grave.
You are human,
prove a point,
drop the needle, flush the joint.
Flush that shit
out of your veins
save your kidneys,...
won't want to bleed,
Prozac, Heroin or Weed.
Lies they tell,
truth they've told,
any drug to take a hold.
Eat a pill,
smoke a joint,
Tracks from Needles? What's your point?
Drowning in
the wishing well,
my own personal pre-hell.
Do you like it?
How's the trip?
Feeling better? Here's a tip:
You're not a master,
you're a slave,
no-one carries you to your grave.
You are human,
prove a point,
drop the needle, flush the joint.
Flush that shit
out of your veins
save your kidneys,...
1218 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2009 2:13pm
28th Aug 2009 2:13pm
Lucy
The sangs she wrot,
smell'd lark 'er nape.
Her flesh, e'en rot,
blissin' escape.
Her hair, it gath'r
'neath barren skull,
kisses I slath'r
on 'er broken hull.
'er grave, visit I,
paradoxical sorrow.
angel of the broken sky
soon enough an' I'll a-follow.
She I lave, the ocean murder,
Lucitania.
smell'd lark 'er nape.
Her flesh, e'en rot,
blissin' escape.
Her hair, it gath'r
'neath barren skull,
kisses I slath'r
on 'er broken hull.
'er grave, visit I,
paradoxical sorrow.
angel of the broken sky
soon enough an' I'll a-follow.
She I lave, the ocean murder,
Lucitania.
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