Submissions by kraunar (Darius IV)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just trying to make sense out of it all, the same as every other living entity, Writing for me is one of the many mediums to that end.
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2021 11:00am
7th Mar 2021 11:00am
Gyps bengalensis
I spread my wing to find death,
Soar up high following the scent,
Of the corpse's breath.
I descent to land upon,
the reeking, the dead,
Won't let you go till I am fed.
I feed on all, rich or poor.
Death tastes the same to me,
that's for sure.
But time has turned it around,
And though there are bodies to be found,
It is mine,
I'm dying on the ground.
Now it's a little too late.
For you have sealed my fate.
Dark wings would not take to the skies,
And their flapping,
won't ward off the swarm of flies. ...
Soar up high following the scent,
Of the corpse's breath.
I descent to land upon,
the reeking, the dead,
Won't let you go till I am fed.
I feed on all, rich or poor.
Death tastes the same to me,
that's for sure.
But time has turned it around,
And though there are bodies to be found,
It is mine,
I'm dying on the ground.
Now it's a little too late.
For you have sealed my fate.
Dark wings would not take to the skies,
And their flapping,
won't ward off the swarm of flies. ...
#dark
#death
#birds
#nature
#despair
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 6:47pm
6th Jun 2015 6:47pm
Never sought.
I don this armor
coz I'm weak
of these battles
I never fought
never won
never sought
It's so bleak
never planned,
never thought.
And these castles
And these walls
these walls
don't build up these walls
to watch them fall
And bridges I build
to connect
[and then] with
anger as fuel
fire I set.
Fire I set.
The things I do
without intent
just an action
an impulse
instinct engrained
I play the game
of random guesses
for I don't know
the fires and oh those ...
coz I'm weak
of these battles
I never fought
never won
never sought
It's so bleak
never planned,
never thought.
And these castles
And these walls
these walls
don't build up these walls
to watch them fall
And bridges I build
to connect
[and then] with
anger as fuel
fire I set.
Fire I set.
The things I do
without intent
just an action
an impulse
instinct engrained
I play the game
of random guesses
for I don't know
the fires and oh those ...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 2:49am
13th Sep 2014 2:49am
P. Martyr
Cut me, punch me
crash my soul,
tear my heart out
leave a hole.
Chain me, cage me
shackle me down.
Hold me under
till I drown.
Tie me, gag me
close the door.
Take them tools out
hurt me more.
Feed me sorrow
break me down,
do it right here.
Slit my throat
I'm naked, bare.
smack me, rape me
leave a dent,
if not broken,
keep me bent.
I'm a victim!
Treat me worse.
Hurt my feelings
leave me sore.
hurt me! hurt me!
hurt me! some more!
You think I'm weak
I'm something worse.
I'm a not...
crash my soul,
tear my heart out
leave a hole.
Chain me, cage me
shackle me down.
Hold me under
till I drown.
Tie me, gag me
close the door.
Take them tools out
hurt me more.
Feed me sorrow
break me down,
do it right here.
Slit my throat
I'm naked, bare.
smack me, rape me
leave a dent,
if not broken,
keep me bent.
I'm a victim!
Treat me worse.
Hurt my feelings
leave me sore.
hurt me! hurt me!
hurt me! some more!
You think I'm weak
I'm something worse.
I'm a not...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 9:03pm
12th Sep 2014 9:03pm
Absorbing shadows
I absorb shadows
because it's too bright.
Relentlessly I fight
the dark side of light.
It's contradictory how
someone once said
they saw in me a spark
even in shadows deep and dark.
Had they only known
that whatever observed was
a hole in the shroud
beneath which burns an inferno.
An all consuming landscape of
flames scorching my soul.
A righteousness so right,
it's wrong, unbearably strong.
Therefore I walk a path gray
vague, lost, wrecked, astray.
perhaps at times I don't make sense...
because it's too bright.
Relentlessly I fight
the dark side of light.
It's contradictory how
someone once said
they saw in me a spark
even in shadows deep and dark.
Had they only known
that whatever observed was
a hole in the shroud
beneath which burns an inferno.
An all consuming landscape of
flames scorching my soul.
A righteousness so right,
it's wrong, unbearably strong.
Therefore I walk a path gray
vague, lost, wrecked, astray.
perhaps at times I don't make sense...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 1:04pm
12th Sep 2014 1:04pm
Where do I go?
Feel like going back home..
but home is where your heart is
and the only heart I have
Pumps blood to my brain
Which logically puts arguments for
me to stay & not to sway.
Webs of cause & effect
And consequences keep me in check
Amidst the beautiful wreck
of regrets & mistakes.
Where am I now? Do you know?
I’d drown if I don’t swim
against the flow
I don’t know where my home is
Maybe I am too lost
to be found again.
It’s difficult if the compass just
makes you go round and round in circles
an alternating...
but home is where your heart is
and the only heart I have
Pumps blood to my brain
Which logically puts arguments for
me to stay & not to sway.
Webs of cause & effect
And consequences keep me in check
Amidst the beautiful wreck
of regrets & mistakes.
Where am I now? Do you know?
I’d drown if I don’t swim
against the flow
I don’t know where my home is
Maybe I am too lost
to be found again.
It’s difficult if the compass just
makes you go round and round in circles
an alternating...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:07pm
25th Mar 2014 5:07pm
The Oracle
I am the oracle, I ruminate the many pasts that have been, could have been , foresee the futures that could be, would be. I observe cause, follow effect.
I, who see it all, see all things perceive what they can, consider all they can't. I swim in the fragrance of time.
I see perception become thought, thought become will & will turn into action. Action become cause and cause become effect, an endless cycle that continues for all eternity in this existence, at least.
Though my material form is but for a few blinks of existence in terms of the age of the cosmos,...
I, who see it all, see all things perceive what they can, consider all they can't. I swim in the fragrance of time.
I see perception become thought, thought become will & will turn into action. Action become cause and cause become effect, an endless cycle that continues for all eternity in this existence, at least.
Though my material form is but for a few blinks of existence in terms of the age of the cosmos,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:01pm
25th Mar 2014 5:01pm
Omnipresence / My words from beyond
I am in the Sunlight bright,
warm assurance from a modest Star,
But while I was here
I forgot that stardust..
was what I was, it is what we all are.
I am now, the mighty Ocean,
heaving endlessly,
encompassing a restless yet quiet calm in my depths,
A haven to a multitude of life
unbeknownst to me and my presence,
never knowing what they have
till they lose it.
It's funny how similar
that is to the way
I once was,
when I was,
"A turbulent torrent beneath a seemingly perfect calm"
Rushing through life &...
warm assurance from a modest Star,
But while I was here
I forgot that stardust..
was what I was, it is what we all are.
I am now, the mighty Ocean,
heaving endlessly,
encompassing a restless yet quiet calm in my depths,
A haven to a multitude of life
unbeknownst to me and my presence,
never knowing what they have
till they lose it.
It's funny how similar
that is to the way
I once was,
when I was,
"A turbulent torrent beneath a seemingly perfect calm"
Rushing through life &...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 11:13pm
20th Mar 2014 11:13pm
The "Presence-less Type" / Styrofoam wrap
I am the overrated average,
not as average as the,
suicidal friend of mine
living off of pills, fighting
demons within, daring to hope,
for a paradise that I know
doesn't exist.
I am like this poem, perhaps?
carefully callous, ten times unedited,
and most definitely-definitely crude.
Ummm....I am...?
Just another common attention whore,
it's OK I think. I know.
Although these days for "no reason"
and "just because.",
I seem to want it even more.
I am common and abundant, ...
not as average as the,
suicidal friend of mine
living off of pills, fighting
demons within, daring to hope,
for a paradise that I know
doesn't exist.
I am like this poem, perhaps?
carefully callous, ten times unedited,
and most definitely-definitely crude.
Ummm....I am...?
Just another common attention whore,
it's OK I think. I know.
Although these days for "no reason"
and "just because.",
I seem to want it even more.
I am common and abundant, ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2014 12:33pm
19th Mar 2014 12:33pm
The science of pain, the sentience of anger and the feeling of loss.
Pain comes in two phases...
The first phase is mediated by the fast-conducting Aδ fibers and the second part due to (Polymodal) C fibers. The pain associated with the Aδ fibers can be associated to an initial extremely sharp pain. The second phase is a more prolonged and slightly less intense feeling of pain as a result of the damage. If there is massive or prolonged input to a C fiber, there is a progressive build up in the spinal cord dorsal horn; this phenomenon is similar to tetanus in muscles but is called wind-up. If wind-up occurs there is a probability of increased...
The first phase is mediated by the fast-conducting Aδ fibers and the second part due to (Polymodal) C fibers. The pain associated with the Aδ fibers can be associated to an initial extremely sharp pain. The second phase is a more prolonged and slightly less intense feeling of pain as a result of the damage. If there is massive or prolonged input to a C fiber, there is a progressive build up in the spinal cord dorsal horn; this phenomenon is similar to tetanus in muscles but is called wind-up. If wind-up occurs there is a probability of increased...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 7:15am
19th Mar 2014 7:15am
One question too many
Life passes by day by day,
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak...
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 4:59am
13th Mar 2014 4:59am
You and I / Carrier of my will
I love you. I have your soul.
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a...
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a...
551 reads
2 Comments
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