Submissions by jaspersilence
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Jasper Silence
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2013 4:21am
4th Feb 2013 4:21am
AS FAR AS THE EYES OF A POET IN LOVE
As soft as a childhood summer so still.
Something breathes words to me so quietly.
Awoke in a winter,to shiver and chill.
This is my destiny,my everything...
Oh...Light of hope.
Don't burn out.
Stay aglow.
Just until I find myself.
As far as the eyes of a poet in love.
Something reaches into me,so violently.
Bringing to surface,all I have become.
Exposing the truth versus perjury
Oh...Light of hope.
Don't fade now.
Stay aglow.
Just enough to find myself.
Something breathes words to me so quietly.
Awoke in a winter,to shiver and chill.
This is my destiny,my everything...
Oh...Light of hope.
Don't burn out.
Stay aglow.
Just until I find myself.
As far as the eyes of a poet in love.
Something reaches into me,so violently.
Bringing to surface,all I have become.
Exposing the truth versus perjury
Oh...Light of hope.
Don't fade now.
Stay aglow.
Just enough to find myself.
730 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jan 2013 5:27am
30th Jan 2013 5:27am
EULER'S THEOREM
12 X 18 room.
Chalkboard walls.
Pen scratched paper carpet.
Numbers pretending organization.
Chalk dust diet.
Textbook forest.
4 hours sleep.
Forever to go.
I have the eyes of omega.
Pinhole pupils.
Coffee cup corner.
A madman whispers past equations.
Delicate silence.
Firing synopses.
Weakening synapses.
Is the world still outside of this door?
2 hours sleep.
47th wind.
I've smashed the clock to pieces.
Scratching of stubble.
Cellphone dead.
I must smell wonderful.
A madman whispers an epiphany....
Chalkboard walls.
Pen scratched paper carpet.
Numbers pretending organization.
Chalk dust diet.
Textbook forest.
4 hours sleep.
Forever to go.
I have the eyes of omega.
Pinhole pupils.
Coffee cup corner.
A madman whispers past equations.
Delicate silence.
Firing synopses.
Weakening synapses.
Is the world still outside of this door?
2 hours sleep.
47th wind.
I've smashed the clock to pieces.
Scratching of stubble.
Cellphone dead.
I must smell wonderful.
A madman whispers an epiphany....
712 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 2:59am
28th Jan 2013 2:59am
TECH ME
Nature wrapped her arms around me again.
I didn't resist.
I ran with the wind,
sang with the birds,
and danced with the trees.
I was so preoccupied,that I became lost.
Started feeling a little uncomfortable.
The wind picked up against my direction,
The birds fell silent,
and the trees covered the light.
Then my cellphone rang.
"Hello"?
I didn't resist.
I ran with the wind,
sang with the birds,
and danced with the trees.
I was so preoccupied,that I became lost.
Started feeling a little uncomfortable.
The wind picked up against my direction,
The birds fell silent,
and the trees covered the light.
Then my cellphone rang.
"Hello"?
633 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 2:44am
28th Jan 2013 2:44am
SHOVE
They will come close.
Maybe touch my hand.
They will come near,
with questions to ask.
Before me stands,a body nude.
What I should,I never do.
"JORDAN WHY"!?She screams in love.
They have always pushed me,so now I shove.
Maybe touch my hand.
They will come near,
with questions to ask.
Before me stands,a body nude.
What I should,I never do.
"JORDAN WHY"!?She screams in love.
They have always pushed me,so now I shove.
681 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 4:53am
26th Jan 2013 4:53am
MURDER
In a dream,I violently killed a man...
Though it wasn't right,it was easy...
Everything he was,I took from him...
It was so vivid,I felt the warmth of the blood on my hands...
I felt the vibrations of the blade hitting bone...
I was laughing,and woke up crying...
OR
Maybe it was the other way around...
Though it wasn't right,it was easy...
Everything he was,I took from him...
It was so vivid,I felt the warmth of the blood on my hands...
I felt the vibrations of the blade hitting bone...
I was laughing,and woke up crying...
OR
Maybe it was the other way around...
643 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 2:37am
26th Jan 2013 2:37am
THE HIDDEN PRINCESS
A brilliant whore she was...Jamming her heels into my eyes.Sliding that leather down my back,and stinging me with latex slaps...Yes,she put up such a tough front.What most who encountered her didn't realize,was these sessions of aggressive sex,were the only way she knew how to express any ounce of who she was...The rule was no blood...I always let her draw a little...Begging for punishment wasn't a kinky fetish.It wasn't a twisted sense of gratification.It was what she thought she deserved.It only took a few violent nights to see who she really was.To see that hidden princess inside,waiting...
884 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 00:38am
25th Jan 2013 00:38am
THANK YOU MOTHER GOOSE...(the humpty dumpty complex)
Most women like a broken man...Even if they don't admit it.I am pretty certain,it has something to do with maternal instinct...They like the challenge of picking up the pieces...The whole idea of"fixing"someone...There is,however,such a thing as being too broken.I call it"THE HUMPTY DUMPTY COMPLEX".Enough is there within you,to attract their involvement,but the outcome is always the same...They just can't put you back together...
795 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 11:44pm
24th Jan 2013 11:44pm
THIS IS MY SILENCE
A cemetery after a snow fall
I am
The dusk on the desert horizon
I feel
like fog over crystal,still waters,after the rain...
A shadow cast from the moon glow
I am
Star shine reflecting off Pluto
I feel
like a silhouette against a brilliant,turquoise twilight...
This is my silence...
This is how I breath...
This is my existence...
This is me...
The make up of my soul in ones,and zeros111010100010101001001001011111010010101010101001000100011111
I am
The dusk on the desert horizon
I feel
like fog over crystal,still waters,after the rain...
A shadow cast from the moon glow
I am
Star shine reflecting off Pluto
I feel
like a silhouette against a brilliant,turquoise twilight...
This is my silence...
This is how I breath...
This is my existence...
This is me...
The make up of my soul in ones,and zeros111010100010101001001001011111010010101010101001000100011111
792 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 00:10am
22nd Jan 2013 00:10am
WAITING ON THE PUSHER...
Of all the places in the world I could be...I'm here...In this insignificant city,behind the pornography shop,waiting on the pusher.She never comes soon enough.I squirm inside my car,like a fetus in a womb.These damn restless legs...The neon glow bathes the parking lot.A desperate looking man walks out of the shop to his car.He clutches a paper bag to his chest.Inside the bag is what I can only assume is the rest of his night...His entire weekend...The rest of his life.I'm still waiting on mine.I'm sure I look as desperate.I pull the rear view mirror down,and stare at my face.The light...
806 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 5:37am
18th Jan 2013 5:37am
GOD?........
I am a walking cliche,
of a silent self destructive.
I vibrate on the shade of grey.
Lack of fear,means lack of substance.
Hidden emotion underneath,
the thickest skin a man could wear.
I've come to terms I'll never be,
anyone...Anywhere...
God has a plan for me.God please...Make it soon...
of a silent self destructive.
I vibrate on the shade of grey.
Lack of fear,means lack of substance.
Hidden emotion underneath,
the thickest skin a man could wear.
I've come to terms I'll never be,
anyone...Anywhere...
God has a plan for me.God please...Make it soon...
776 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 3:25am
10th Jan 2013 3:25am
TWISTED PUPPETEER
Weak little puppets,believe your T.V.
Mother media,People magazine.
You are not pretty,unless you are me.
Give up on yourself,and let me pull your strings...
The clothes that you wear,the paint on your face.
They're of my design,all of my taste.
Walk how I tell you,say what I say.
Don't ask any questions,or I'll lay you to waste...
After the curtain falls on the stage.
The audience leaves,in disgust and disgraced.
After I've stripped you of every ounce of your faith.
The strings will remain,but the puppet's replaced...
Mother media,People magazine.
You are not pretty,unless you are me.
Give up on yourself,and let me pull your strings...
The clothes that you wear,the paint on your face.
They're of my design,all of my taste.
Walk how I tell you,say what I say.
Don't ask any questions,or I'll lay you to waste...
After the curtain falls on the stage.
The audience leaves,in disgust and disgraced.
After I've stripped you of every ounce of your faith.
The strings will remain,but the puppet's replaced...
771 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jan 2013 7:33am
4th Jan 2013 7:33am
MAKING HER LEGS SHAKE
I move her with a delicate vibration,
to writhe in pleasure,on a bed of color.
We stare through mirrors at the penetration,
and stay connected for endless hours.
Salt of sweat,yet sweet the taste,
I fold her body to deepen the thrusts.
The fluids heat,as I speed up the pace,
and we search ourselves through aching lust.
I spin her around while still inside,
to feel her breasts against my chest.
"Harder,faster,yes"she cries,
through drenched flesh smacking,and loss of breath.
Eyeliner,black,and tears...
to writhe in pleasure,on a bed of color.
We stare through mirrors at the penetration,
and stay connected for endless hours.
Salt of sweat,yet sweet the taste,
I fold her body to deepen the thrusts.
The fluids heat,as I speed up the pace,
and we search ourselves through aching lust.
I spin her around while still inside,
to feel her breasts against my chest.
"Harder,faster,yes"she cries,
through drenched flesh smacking,and loss of breath.
Eyeliner,black,and tears...
3305 reads
10 Comments
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