Submissions by mikemason (White Tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 11:41pm
2nd Jun 2017 11:41pm
Losing my Muse
I once lost my muse,
who had become
enshrouded, entombed
by some darkness
of a crisp winter's eve
within the hues
of a pale moon,
she now was reduced
to mere whispers on winds
that barely muster
small breaths against bursts
of blustering gales.
Within a pond I saw her
reflection which stared
at me as if longing for years
with such desperate strain,
pulling her apart as rings
of a tree unravels one's
very identity.
I grasped her image in vain
then sunk some...
who had become
enshrouded, entombed
by some darkness
of a crisp winter's eve
within the hues
of a pale moon,
she now was reduced
to mere whispers on winds
that barely muster
small breaths against bursts
of blustering gales.
Within a pond I saw her
reflection which stared
at me as if longing for years
with such desperate strain,
pulling her apart as rings
of a tree unravels one's
very identity.
I grasped her image in vain
then sunk some...
647 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2017 2:10pm
26th May 2017 2:10pm
Sanitarium Echos
Leeching society, sucking it dry.
I'm flying through streets
bat-shit crazy
staying high
on the hog.
Skimming cash
off government cads.
Take my keys now
don't drive me insane,
must leave cause
I now fiend painful
seizure withdrawals.
My sick mind
is crawling some
very dank things;
must clear
cluttered up mess
of mirrored
web-thoughts.
Strung tightly
by tiny
spider weaved
threads.
My friends are rude
so I use them
like toothpaste: ...
I'm flying through streets
bat-shit crazy
staying high
on the hog.
Skimming cash
off government cads.
Take my keys now
don't drive me insane,
must leave cause
I now fiend painful
seizure withdrawals.
My sick mind
is crawling some
very dank things;
must clear
cluttered up mess
of mirrored
web-thoughts.
Strung tightly
by tiny
spider weaved
threads.
My friends are rude
so I use them
like toothpaste: ...
518 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
26th May 2017 2:00pm
26th May 2017 2:00pm
Saving Satan
You gave me life
you have the right
to take it too.
Remove my pain
and I shall pray
to stay subdued.
My lofty dreams
are smashed to bits,
your hammer crashed
inside my brain.
It's not my place
to stay your hand
or ever take
your name in vain.
~o~
Walk on water,
you promise heaven
keep halo hidden
from my eyes well.
Praise your name and
always fear your wrath,
just swear I'm spared
from flames of hell.
~o~
...
you have the right
to take it too.
Remove my pain
and I shall pray
to stay subdued.
My lofty dreams
are smashed to bits,
your hammer crashed
inside my brain.
It's not my place
to stay your hand
or ever take
your name in vain.
~o~
Walk on water,
you promise heaven
keep halo hidden
from my eyes well.
Praise your name and
always fear your wrath,
just swear I'm spared
from flames of hell.
~o~
...
523 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2017 5:27pm
25th May 2017 5:27pm
Clearing in woods
Was a clearing in woods
where I once would escape,
when those things back at home
became too much to take.
Though just a child back then
could see things crystal clear,
how tree canopies blocked
storms and kept out the fear.
Walked deep in the forest
through the snow, mud and stone,
felt most safe in the wild;
more alive when alone.
I would smell the green moss
and taste crispness of air,
filled me with a wonder
beyond any compare.
Searched hills with adventure,
mounds of effigy rocks,...
where I once would escape,
when those things back at home
became too much to take.
Though just a child back then
could see things crystal clear,
how tree canopies blocked
storms and kept out the fear.
Walked deep in the forest
through the snow, mud and stone,
felt most safe in the wild;
more alive when alone.
I would smell the green moss
and taste crispness of air,
filled me with a wonder
beyond any compare.
Searched hills with adventure,
mounds of effigy rocks,...
619 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2017 7:33am
25th May 2017 7:33am
I'm nobody (everyday)
Carve skin with a blade to feel deep inside,
bleed out pain cause it's hurting like hell.
Seeking release, need to hide what I write,
they'll freak out if they see what it spells.
Cut to release but it's just a distraction,
don't want to be "me" anymore,
their feigning concerns and stunning reactions
will fade as my death is ignored.
Never did care much for friends anyway,
they go from one group to the next,
who'd take time from their own busy day
to treat me like some special guest?
Don't look too close it makes me...
bleed out pain cause it's hurting like hell.
Seeking release, need to hide what I write,
they'll freak out if they see what it spells.
Cut to release but it's just a distraction,
don't want to be "me" anymore,
their feigning concerns and stunning reactions
will fade as my death is ignored.
Never did care much for friends anyway,
they go from one group to the next,
who'd take time from their own busy day
to treat me like some special guest?
Don't look too close it makes me...
758 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2017 7:32am
25th May 2017 7:32am
Senryu View
Savor the moments
and silence between;
when a sentence is paused,
a hushed fawn stays unseen.
A poetry's rhythm
sends thrills down my spine,
depression is toxic
and cripples my mind.
Once was a day when
the sun bloomed a sonnet,
now night sends droll hymns
soaked in gin and tonic.
I slip into darkness,
head swirls with elegies,
then a Coronach spreads
like a fatal disease.
But dawn kissed me 'wake
with dew's damp allegory,
hints of a moral
told there's more to the story. ...
and silence between;
when a sentence is paused,
a hushed fawn stays unseen.
A poetry's rhythm
sends thrills down my spine,
depression is toxic
and cripples my mind.
Once was a day when
the sun bloomed a sonnet,
now night sends droll hymns
soaked in gin and tonic.
I slip into darkness,
head swirls with elegies,
then a Coronach spreads
like a fatal disease.
But dawn kissed me 'wake
with dew's damp allegory,
hints of a moral
told there's more to the story. ...
624 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2017 11:38am
23rd May 2017 11:38am
Chimera Bunker
Awoke void of word,
no thoughts worth sharing;
no poems flowed through pen.
Then paused to reflect upon
if this meant life would now end.
Silence never was my friend,
though we spent some years alone
inside home and mind within,
I'd not desired any friend
(and none sought my attention).
Safely in bunker den
armed with pen and keyboard,
scrolling of festive times
yet none I'd ever seen.
For me chimera's fine;
mind's vicarious trips
were all I'd need to give
myself the 'will' to live. ...
no thoughts worth sharing;
no poems flowed through pen.
Then paused to reflect upon
if this meant life would now end.
Silence never was my friend,
though we spent some years alone
inside home and mind within,
I'd not desired any friend
(and none sought my attention).
Safely in bunker den
armed with pen and keyboard,
scrolling of festive times
yet none I'd ever seen.
For me chimera's fine;
mind's vicarious trips
were all I'd need to give
myself the 'will' to live. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd May 2017 11:36am
23rd May 2017 11:36am
My own Brand of Crazy
Never did get to play violin.
No one gave me a string instrument,
( but I did have a slingshot )
made it myself, not store-bought.
No, I never did play
anything as a kid.
We couldn't afford
to buy things anyway.
Wasn't allowed to join any sports.
Dad said that was
a luxury we couldn't afford.
It sort of killed him
to see his kids play.
I don't mean "play sports"
I mean "play as a kid."
Whatever we did
he would simply hate
to see one of us
just have a nice day. ...
No one gave me a string instrument,
( but I did have a slingshot )
made it myself, not store-bought.
No, I never did play
anything as a kid.
We couldn't afford
to buy things anyway.
Wasn't allowed to join any sports.
Dad said that was
a luxury we couldn't afford.
It sort of killed him
to see his kids play.
I don't mean "play sports"
I mean "play as a kid."
Whatever we did
he would simply hate
to see one of us
just have a nice day. ...
622 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2017 9:20pm
20th May 2017 9:20pm
"do they think i'm ugly?" (Kurt Cobain Tribute Poem)
find a hole to hide
creep inside and wait there
.....if i hibernate.....
can't play outside later
what will people say?
would they even notice?
....if i ran away....
stay out of their focus
will they laugh at me?
do they think I'm ugly?
should I run and hide?
play some hide and seek
:- promise not to peek -:
never keep a promise
(...problems with the truth...)
why can't I be honest?
what food should i eat?
will it make me smarter?
i hear fish...
creep inside and wait there
.....if i hibernate.....
can't play outside later
what will people say?
would they even notice?
....if i ran away....
stay out of their focus
will they laugh at me?
do they think I'm ugly?
should I run and hide?
play some hide and seek
:- promise not to peek -:
never keep a promise
(...problems with the truth...)
why can't I be honest?
what food should i eat?
will it make me smarter?
i hear fish...
507 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th May 2017 9:02pm
20th May 2017 9:02pm
Tracking Rabbit Hole
It's in the eyes"
they never fooled mom,
she always knew
when something was up.
And with time she
got really good.
Could tell just what
drug my eyes took.
(I never could)
But those next few
months,
they were the worst.
Got so damn hooked
on smack
and smoked crack for
dessert.
Overdosed
when I was
just 16;
shot speedballs
like Belushi
fiends.
Teenage junkie
in a Northern town,
slinging dope
to feed a
golden arm. ...
they never fooled mom,
she always knew
when something was up.
And with time she
got really good.
Could tell just what
drug my eyes took.
(I never could)
But those next few
months,
they were the worst.
Got so damn hooked
on smack
and smoked crack for
dessert.
Overdosed
when I was
just 16;
shot speedballs
like Belushi
fiends.
Teenage junkie
in a Northern town,
slinging dope
to feed a
golden arm. ...
965 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2017 1:10am
20th May 2017 1:10am
Poetic Love
Pity the one who knows
many tears must be shed
before pain fully drains
and sorrows can be bled.
Better times forgotten
but still make veiled attempt,
to weep with happy tears,
make love without regret.
Can we find ourselves again
within gaps of time we lost?
Can we redeem these feelings,
will our end become the cost?
Can we now just remember
how once we seized those moments?
When you and I together
flowed freely just like poets.
many tears must be shed
before pain fully drains
and sorrows can be bled.
Better times forgotten
but still make veiled attempt,
to weep with happy tears,
make love without regret.
Can we find ourselves again
within gaps of time we lost?
Can we redeem these feelings,
will our end become the cost?
Can we now just remember
how once we seized those moments?
When you and I together
flowed freely just like poets.
510 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
20th May 2017 1:06am
20th May 2017 1:06am
"Can't live like this anymore" (Chris Cornell Tribute)
Take my rage
from my heart,
tear my whole
damn world apart.
Put it back,
glue the ends
can you
make me
human again?
Gangrene seeps
in these veins
how I crave
my sober days,
I was clean,
never dreamed
I would kill
myself this way.
Hidden face
can't be seen,
scare the kids
with greenish skin,
heavy lids
can't shield
the pain
from the
enemy within.
Jaundice gaunt
haunting streets,
woke the...
from my heart,
tear my whole
damn world apart.
Put it back,
glue the ends
can you
make me
human again?
Gangrene seeps
in these veins
how I crave
my sober days,
I was clean,
never dreamed
I would kill
myself this way.
Hidden face
can't be seen,
scare the kids
with greenish skin,
heavy lids
can't shield
the pain
from the
enemy within.
Jaundice gaunt
haunting streets,
woke the...
792 reads
3 Comments
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