Submissions by heterodynemind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 5:12pm
9th Dec 2012 5:12pm
Rudis Fabulas
Poor Willie had a funny gait;
His feet were somewhat spastic,
Baggy trousers falling down
Because of tired elastic.
Split the atoms in my brain
With a tiny hatchet;
Ask not for whom the slow bells toil,
The quicker to dispatch it.
Silly Martha stuck her arm
Beneath a turning ratchet;
And all of Humpty's buckets, bowls
Were not enough to catch it.
Split the atoms in my brain
With a tiny hatchet;
Ask not for whom the slow bells toil,
The quicker to dispatch it.
Quick Leon drove his car too fast,
And soon...
His feet were somewhat spastic,
Baggy trousers falling down
Because of tired elastic.
Split the atoms in my brain
With a tiny hatchet;
Ask not for whom the slow bells toil,
The quicker to dispatch it.
Silly Martha stuck her arm
Beneath a turning ratchet;
And all of Humpty's buckets, bowls
Were not enough to catch it.
Split the atoms in my brain
With a tiny hatchet;
Ask not for whom the slow bells toil,
The quicker to dispatch it.
Quick Leon drove his car too fast,
And soon...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2011 2:32am
15th Oct 2011 2:32am
What the world does to the lovers is a crime
You've got to have all the love and desire,
all the angst and craving, beat out of you.
You've got to have all the shyness and dreams,
romantic notions and tentative flirting, punished.
You've got to retract all those words spoken in passion;
deny, regret that you sometimes have fallen in love at first sight.
Then, you'll finally be fit-
to forget.
all the angst and craving, beat out of you.
You've got to have all the shyness and dreams,
romantic notions and tentative flirting, punished.
You've got to retract all those words spoken in passion;
deny, regret that you sometimes have fallen in love at first sight.
Then, you'll finally be fit-
to forget.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2011 2:19am
15th Oct 2011 2:19am
His Darkened Throne
When you become old,
Sleep lies much closer to death:
Death's angel is always close by,
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath;
A few breaths stolen-
And he might start rowing you home then-
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
Sleep lies much closer to death:
Death's angel is always close by,
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath;
A few breaths stolen-
And he might start rowing you home then-
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2011 1:22am
20th Jul 2011 1:22am
For as long as it lasts
He is too attractive for my well-jaded old blood
So I have to do a quick re-touch of his features:
First I add on thirty pounds or more, so his already rounded neck
Becomes positively armadillo-like, and then I imagine him
At the end of the month, frowning over the checkbook,
Probably because I have spent too much money again-
Perhaps his voice becomes nearly high pitched then
(that takes almost no imagining, by the way)
And next I imagine him in bed, spurting off like Niagara falls
(that doesn't take too much imagination either)
From the merest brush,...
So I have to do a quick re-touch of his features:
First I add on thirty pounds or more, so his already rounded neck
Becomes positively armadillo-like, and then I imagine him
At the end of the month, frowning over the checkbook,
Probably because I have spent too much money again-
Perhaps his voice becomes nearly high pitched then
(that takes almost no imagining, by the way)
And next I imagine him in bed, spurting off like Niagara falls
(that doesn't take too much imagination either)
From the merest brush,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2010 4:31pm
7th Jun 2010 4:31pm
I can't read your words anymore
I can't read your words anymore
because every time I read them,
it spears me all over again
And I'm already so full of holes
I'm sucking air now
a giant, sucking chest wound
and could become
just an emptied, orbiting void
a shell of pure nothingness
But at least maybe then
the pain would become unrecognizable
by any remaining humanity left inside
Once I was alive inside of you
Painting your brave dreams vividly
with all the the flagrant emotions of...
because every time I read them,
it spears me all over again
And I'm already so full of holes
I'm sucking air now
a giant, sucking chest wound
and could become
just an emptied, orbiting void
a shell of pure nothingness
But at least maybe then
the pain would become unrecognizable
by any remaining humanity left inside
Once I was alive inside of you
Painting your brave dreams vividly
with all the the flagrant emotions of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2010 4:53pm
14th May 2010 4:53pm
Stepping on the Cracks
Writing is like:
Trying to sing a song you've never heard
Or trying to live someone else's life,
As a picture inside their photo album
No one can help with it.
The sadness appears far away
Speedily it moves to a place inside of you
Inside the eyes, like ripe berries, of a blackbird
Inside the absence of the sister I never had
Inside the tens of thousands of unfertilized eggs
Life does not reward us for the sterile urges
The aborted plots, the miscarried plans
In the flower I just plucked
Lie all the other three thousand blooms
I ever...
Trying to sing a song you've never heard
Or trying to live someone else's life,
As a picture inside their photo album
No one can help with it.
The sadness appears far away
Speedily it moves to a place inside of you
Inside the eyes, like ripe berries, of a blackbird
Inside the absence of the sister I never had
Inside the tens of thousands of unfertilized eggs
Life does not reward us for the sterile urges
The aborted plots, the miscarried plans
In the flower I just plucked
Lie all the other three thousand blooms
I ever...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2010 4:52pm
14th May 2010 4:52pm
Depressions Half-Life
Where regrets ice over,
The disemboweled freedom rings:
Strolling down defunct bridges,
Unseeing by the dismembered dolls, and orphaned house shoes,
Sycophantic candy wrappers boomeranging,
Piano notes tumbling by on dusty wings.
The air current adds a gauzy, cheap thrill.
Detoured and lost again, casting off the surplus as you go;
The rattle and clatter of the dirt raising roads,
Trying to remember what to disown and
What to abandon in the wake of leaves,
And random shimmers from old butterfly trails.
The forgotten hopes pooled, where you once...
The disemboweled freedom rings:
Strolling down defunct bridges,
Unseeing by the dismembered dolls, and orphaned house shoes,
Sycophantic candy wrappers boomeranging,
Piano notes tumbling by on dusty wings.
The air current adds a gauzy, cheap thrill.
Detoured and lost again, casting off the surplus as you go;
The rattle and clatter of the dirt raising roads,
Trying to remember what to disown and
What to abandon in the wake of leaves,
And random shimmers from old butterfly trails.
The forgotten hopes pooled, where you once...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2010 4:04am
5th May 2010 4:04am
Nothing to Say
Defiling time, spent tidings of wild hedgerows
We circumvent the feathered wheeling flight
Copse of down in woeful breasted dove
Portents my winded craft will scuttle
As ill conceived a knocking midnight blows
Fat roosting hens past windmills mocking hours
With loosened arms their towers rock and sway
Docked boats row against mad chiming spirits
Nothing nailed down can have a word to say.
We circumvent the feathered wheeling flight
Copse of down in woeful breasted dove
Portents my winded craft will scuttle
As ill conceived a knocking midnight blows
Fat roosting hens past windmills mocking hours
With loosened arms their towers rock and sway
Docked boats row against mad chiming spirits
Nothing nailed down can have a word to say.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2010 4:02am
5th May 2010 4:02am
Portrait in Silhouette
Late night finds me hurrying along
When suddenly I'm halted by a shadows play:
Within a window framed, a female with a baby,
The two of them alone in their sovereign space
Outlined in black and light before the blind
Encased in their shadow-puppet world.
Stopped in my own tracks, I'm held by fascination
And imagination's given them extreme grace
No one else on earth now, but the woman for the babe;
There's none but the infant beheld by her eyes-
And the faint enclosed laughter echoes
As she hoists him high and higher
Even seen in monotone the...
When suddenly I'm halted by a shadows play:
Within a window framed, a female with a baby,
The two of them alone in their sovereign space
Outlined in black and light before the blind
Encased in their shadow-puppet world.
Stopped in my own tracks, I'm held by fascination
And imagination's given them extreme grace
No one else on earth now, but the woman for the babe;
There's none but the infant beheld by her eyes-
And the faint enclosed laughter echoes
As she hoists him high and higher
Even seen in monotone the...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2010 10:11pm
20th Apr 2010 10:11pm
Comes the Night
The stealthy black night always comes
With starry, gaping fingers
Clutching at the outer edge of curtains
The flat, grey shadows
Seeping along the window panes
Creeping between the blinds
The darkness implores an entrance
Into the warm amber evening
Guileless, smiling away
We toast the midnight hour
With clinking glasses
Amidst a tittering timidity
As slowly, slowly
The blackness musters strength,
Speed and ferocity
And summoning all at once
A frenzied, reckless appearance-
Wrecking the gaiety
Chasing away the atmosphere.
With starry, gaping fingers
Clutching at the outer edge of curtains
The flat, grey shadows
Seeping along the window panes
Creeping between the blinds
The darkness implores an entrance
Into the warm amber evening
Guileless, smiling away
We toast the midnight hour
With clinking glasses
Amidst a tittering timidity
As slowly, slowly
The blackness musters strength,
Speed and ferocity
And summoning all at once
A frenzied, reckless appearance-
Wrecking the gaiety
Chasing away the atmosphere.
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2010 10:09pm
20th Apr 2010 10:09pm
Death Rattle
I sometimes hear things
That remind me of your last breaths-
Fast and continuous, like a sprinter
Trying to finish a course before running down:
The endurance even of human frailty is astounding.
I tell myself that life is a casualty experience at best;
Your death is but one of hundreds, thousands, billions..
And I have to wonder what keeps the world from completely
Filling up with those last hyperventilations
Till there's no room left on any continent
The atmosphere stretched taut like a greenhouse balloon
So that it implodes from the inside out,...
That remind me of your last breaths-
Fast and continuous, like a sprinter
Trying to finish a course before running down:
The endurance even of human frailty is astounding.
I tell myself that life is a casualty experience at best;
Your death is but one of hundreds, thousands, billions..
And I have to wonder what keeps the world from completely
Filling up with those last hyperventilations
Till there's no room left on any continent
The atmosphere stretched taut like a greenhouse balloon
So that it implodes from the inside out,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2010 2:39am
12th Apr 2010 2:39am
That Sound
I pulled the ripcord, and then a whole canopy
Of your blood splashed down over me
We flew too high I guess, and you forgot to touch down again;
Flew off, leaving behind all of your bones, and most of your flesh
While you held your tattered soul so high, by your teeth
To keep it from tangling, down on the ground
But what I'll remember forever's that sound.
Of your blood splashed down over me
We flew too high I guess, and you forgot to touch down again;
Flew off, leaving behind all of your bones, and most of your flesh
While you held your tattered soul so high, by your teeth
To keep it from tangling, down on the ground
But what I'll remember forever's that sound.
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