Submissions by katzmalkav (Malki)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Dale.I like all forms of writing and art. I've been writing a long time but have never tried to publish anything. My poems tell stories, but usually not about me. They are just random thoughts and observations.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 5:43am
25th Feb 2014 5:43am
Gifted Idiot Savants or Free Like Me
No one knows just what they are.
They don't believe in shooting stars.
Gifted idiot savant,
grapple with whats really not.
I see you all, thinking you're real.
How, in life you'd rather steal.
Blindly walk in fathers step.
Each step in shit, I've blindly wept.
with eyes wide shut and third eye blind,
the zombies walk, but never find.
Sitting here I'm slow to thought,
trying to resist the rot.
My world is bleeding,
all are seething.
All are poison,
growing, breeding....
They don't believe in shooting stars.
Gifted idiot savant,
grapple with whats really not.
I see you all, thinking you're real.
How, in life you'd rather steal.
Blindly walk in fathers step.
Each step in shit, I've blindly wept.
with eyes wide shut and third eye blind,
the zombies walk, but never find.
Sitting here I'm slow to thought,
trying to resist the rot.
My world is bleeding,
all are seething.
All are poison,
growing, breeding....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 9:45pm
24th Feb 2014 9:45pm
She likes the pain
Once there was a girl,
Sweet on herself.
All alone in the world.
All alone with herself.
She only likes the pain,
she only likes the rain.
Shes driving me insane.
I resist, but in vane.
Once there was a boy.
He was a pawn of the fates.
He loves to be the toy
of all her earthly debates.
She stole away all his fight.
Mixing pleasure with pain.
He is waiting for the night,
her whips, and her chains.
Together we're wet,
bleeding in the night.
Dripping beads of sweat,
shine in candle light.
Naked bodies writhe,...
Sweet on herself.
All alone in the world.
All alone with herself.
She only likes the pain,
she only likes the rain.
Shes driving me insane.
I resist, but in vane.
Once there was a boy.
He was a pawn of the fates.
He loves to be the toy
of all her earthly debates.
She stole away all his fight.
Mixing pleasure with pain.
He is waiting for the night,
her whips, and her chains.
Together we're wet,
bleeding in the night.
Dripping beads of sweat,
shine in candle light.
Naked bodies writhe,...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 9:07pm
24th Feb 2014 9:07pm
Go Lie Down
I close my eyes and I can see you.
It could be anybody.
The rain washes it all away.
Perfect body. Perfect mind.
I can't see your face.
I can't see your face.
You are everywhere.
I am nothing.
I can see you, walking down the street,
or at the laundromat.
You unman me.
Reprimand me.
Hold me in contempt.
Just hold me.
You're not there.
Shotgun to the brain.
Wrists slit,
blood down a drain.
You're not...
It could be anybody.
The rain washes it all away.
Perfect body. Perfect mind.
I can't see your face.
I can't see your face.
You are everywhere.
I am nothing.
I can see you, walking down the street,
or at the laundromat.
You unman me.
Reprimand me.
Hold me in contempt.
Just hold me.
You're not there.
Shotgun to the brain.
Wrists slit,
blood down a drain.
You're not...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 00:49am
23rd Feb 2014 00:49am
Suffer Children
Suffer children come unto me.
Make sacrifice your wealth.
You speak, convey you would be free.
But it's lies you've told yourself.
Now your blood becomes my ink.
and your flesh becomes my page.
I stand tall, here on the brink,
and write my hymns of rage.
We'll sing them in my church of bone.
Your sinews the pianos strings.
Corpses fill the pews of stone.
Hear sermons on devils wings.
There are those who may want death.
But when I stalk their way
they all struggle to keep their...
Make sacrifice your wealth.
You speak, convey you would be free.
But it's lies you've told yourself.
Now your blood becomes my ink.
and your flesh becomes my page.
I stand tall, here on the brink,
and write my hymns of rage.
We'll sing them in my church of bone.
Your sinews the pianos strings.
Corpses fill the pews of stone.
Hear sermons on devils wings.
There are those who may want death.
But when I stalk their way
they all struggle to keep their...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 9:14pm
19th Feb 2014 9:14pm
I Can't Be Your Hero
I can't be your hero,
I'm not your superman.
I'm nothing but a zero,
trying the best I can.
I've been with you so long.
Feels like eternity.
Often thought,"This is wrong"
Or "Whats she see in me"
Sometimes I can't take your shit.
I feel the end is near.
I cut you with my tongue, keen wit.
I must get outta here.
When I'm gone and my eyes mist,
I think what we've been through.
I think of things, I reminisce
about when our love was new.
I think of...
I'm not your superman.
I'm nothing but a zero,
trying the best I can.
I've been with you so long.
Feels like eternity.
Often thought,"This is wrong"
Or "Whats she see in me"
Sometimes I can't take your shit.
I feel the end is near.
I cut you with my tongue, keen wit.
I must get outta here.
When I'm gone and my eyes mist,
I think what we've been through.
I think of things, I reminisce
about when our love was new.
I think of...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 7:01pm
19th Feb 2014 7:01pm
The Lover Marked Worm
I just breath,
and bring down the knife.
I can't believe
I've wasted my life.
Should have been sooner.
Press it down firm
I've heard all the rumors
about this little worm.
I make it quick.
No need to suffer.
Quick little nick,
by the mark of a lover.
Let out the red,
I begin to drift off.
The sleep of the dead.
A pillow so soft.
Slip deeper down
into the abyss.
I feel I could drown.
But then I would miss,
the last, final breath.
...
and bring down the knife.
I can't believe
I've wasted my life.
Should have been sooner.
Press it down firm
I've heard all the rumors
about this little worm.
I make it quick.
No need to suffer.
Quick little nick,
by the mark of a lover.
Let out the red,
I begin to drift off.
The sleep of the dead.
A pillow so soft.
Slip deeper down
into the abyss.
I feel I could drown.
But then I would miss,
the last, final breath.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 4:10am
19th Feb 2014 4:10am
To Me a Tree Smiled or Forever Spring
To me, a tree smiled today.
This came to pass, a special way.
When I turned and looked around,
surprised I saw another frown.
I spoke aloud to the one of grin.
"What do you suppose is wrong with him?"
No words were spoke, I felt a sigh.
This is what I heard with my minds eye.
"Everyday we touch the sun.
In soul and mind, we know we're one.
A thought, a breeze, landscaping mind.
Stationary change of fixed design.
We stood and watched a million times,
the hate and fear of...
This came to pass, a special way.
When I turned and looked around,
surprised I saw another frown.
I spoke aloud to the one of grin.
"What do you suppose is wrong with him?"
No words were spoke, I felt a sigh.
This is what I heard with my minds eye.
"Everyday we touch the sun.
In soul and mind, we know we're one.
A thought, a breeze, landscaping mind.
Stationary change of fixed design.
We stood and watched a million times,
the hate and fear of...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 1:02am
19th Feb 2014 1:02am
Now Walk the Undead
The blade glistens
red in the dark.
She stops and she listens,
Stands naked, stark.
We draw the lines,
written in flesh.
Stars show the signs.
Two, now one mesh.
Blood fills the chalice,
in a circle of salt.
With greatest malice,
we rectify fault.
Pour blood on the fire.
Summon hate that has breath.
Flames climbing higher.
Bring all of mans death.
The blood all consumed,
the sacrifice made.
Bring forth the exhumed.
The boon is now paid.
...
red in the dark.
She stops and she listens,
Stands naked, stark.
We draw the lines,
written in flesh.
Stars show the signs.
Two, now one mesh.
Blood fills the chalice,
in a circle of salt.
With greatest malice,
we rectify fault.
Pour blood on the fire.
Summon hate that has breath.
Flames climbing higher.
Bring all of mans death.
The blood all consumed,
the sacrifice made.
Bring forth the exhumed.
The boon is now paid.
...
570 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 10:44pm
17th Feb 2014 10:44pm
Afterthought
I don't want these thoughts.
I don't want these thoughts in my head.
I don't want you here.
I don't want you in my bed.
I just want to...
I just want to take you away
I just want to...
I just want to bleed you so stay.
Will you be my afterthought?
After sex and after God.
Will you be my afterthought?
Don't deny me. I am not wrong.
What are all these thoughts?
What are all these thoughts in my head?
How can you be here?
How can it be? I left you for dead.
I just want...
I don't want these thoughts in my head.
I don't want you here.
I don't want you in my bed.
I just want to...
I just want to take you away
I just want to...
I just want to bleed you so stay.
Will you be my afterthought?
After sex and after God.
Will you be my afterthought?
Don't deny me. I am not wrong.
What are all these thoughts?
What are all these thoughts in my head?
How can you be here?
How can it be? I left you for dead.
I just want...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 4:16am
17th Feb 2014 4:16am
Darkness inside of me
Darkness inside me.
Nothing much evil.
Just blackness.
A blind
spot.
Hidden desperation.
A lost piece of self,
cosmic fool.
Maybe not darkness
Unseen spectrum.
Open mine eyes
Open mine Eye.
We are all just
Children.
Afraid of the dark,
afraid of the light.
Afraid of what we cannot see,
afraid of what we can.
Chasing our dreams,
Fleeing our nightmares.
Chase or flee,
Is it the same direction?
Or random motion? Random...
Nothing much evil.
Just blackness.
A blind
spot.
Hidden desperation.
A lost piece of self,
cosmic fool.
Maybe not darkness
Unseen spectrum.
Open mine eyes
Open mine Eye.
We are all just
Children.
Afraid of the dark,
afraid of the light.
Afraid of what we cannot see,
afraid of what we can.
Chasing our dreams,
Fleeing our nightmares.
Chase or flee,
Is it the same direction?
Or random motion? Random...
799 reads
5 Comments
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