Submissions by mute_harlequin (Mutequin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I mainly write from my own experiences and emotions but hope to begin writing from other people's perspectives. My "rushed poems" are poems I have typed up and made no edits to, meaning they truly portray my emotions.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2017 2:54pm
25th Sep 2017 2:54pm
It doesn't add up.
I wish I could walk forwards without looking back
but I'm walking in reverse staring at what's ahead,
knowing I'll never get there.
I prick my finger with a pin and complain that it hurts;
I feel too much while I feel nothing at all.
Living in a song with no tune or rhythm
But that's fine cos I can't dance anyway.
I send RSVPS to everyone then
complain that it's crowded,
pissed on soberness.
I cram my sticks and stones down my gullet;
sputtering and gargling SOS
melodies.
Pseudo-necromancy indulges...
but I'm walking in reverse staring at what's ahead,
knowing I'll never get there.
I prick my finger with a pin and complain that it hurts;
I feel too much while I feel nothing at all.
Living in a song with no tune or rhythm
But that's fine cos I can't dance anyway.
I send RSVPS to everyone then
complain that it's crowded,
pissed on soberness.
I cram my sticks and stones down my gullet;
sputtering and gargling SOS
melodies.
Pseudo-necromancy indulges...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 2:13pm
29th Mar 2017 2:13pm
Faith in madness.
I'm comfortable in my head,
though my head finds no comfort in itself.
though my head finds no comfort in itself.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2017 2:45am
26th Mar 2017 2:45am
Nurse (rushed poem).
Lapping up my scabs
my rough diseased tongue
peels it from my skin.
A light trickle of chilled blood seeps free.
Looped in limbo;
wrapped delicately
in perpetual motion
I'd rather sip from the ocean.
Bloated and weighty
I tumble up the stairs
to home;
to her...
There she waits
to pluck off my fears and anxieties.
When I tremble, she holds me warm and still.
When I fade, she tugs me to clarity.
My eyelids, once latched shut
from happiness and freedom
have been...
my rough diseased tongue
peels it from my skin.
A light trickle of chilled blood seeps free.
Looped in limbo;
wrapped delicately
in perpetual motion
I'd rather sip from the ocean.
Bloated and weighty
I tumble up the stairs
to home;
to her...
There she waits
to pluck off my fears and anxieties.
When I tremble, she holds me warm and still.
When I fade, she tugs me to clarity.
My eyelids, once latched shut
from happiness and freedom
have been...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2017 2:44am
26th Mar 2017 2:44am
Flutter (rushed poem).
I don't believe in heaven
I don't believe in angels
yet stood before me stands such a creature;
with her wings tucked under her hoodie.
I dare not admire anything but her,
as her eyes of sweet, invigorating coffee
dart from side to side
from one of my eyes to the other.
Although bewilderingly dark
a haze of light surrounds her
and her loud softness cushions
and calms my twitching brain.
A violent strength glues me
to every anatomical wonder of her.
Respire, rewire, retire
and a curtain...
I don't believe in angels
yet stood before me stands such a creature;
with her wings tucked under her hoodie.
I dare not admire anything but her,
as her eyes of sweet, invigorating coffee
dart from side to side
from one of my eyes to the other.
Although bewilderingly dark
a haze of light surrounds her
and her loud softness cushions
and calms my twitching brain.
A violent strength glues me
to every anatomical wonder of her.
Respire, rewire, retire
and a curtain...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2017 1:05pm
28th Feb 2017 1:05pm
Appendicitis (rushed poem)
Another useless organ,
cut her out of yourself now.
She's swollen and spreading,
ready to burst.
She is gangrenous
and it's spreading to your veins.
It may leave a nasty scar
but right now her poison is infecting your blood.
Pump yourself with painkillers and antibiotics,
laying in the hospital bed high as fuck.
Nobody knows the definitive cause,
but my god it hurts like a cunt doesn't it?
Not everyone has had appendicitis,
but most people have experienced the pain it causes.
And...
cut her out of yourself now.
She's swollen and spreading,
ready to burst.
She is gangrenous
and it's spreading to your veins.
It may leave a nasty scar
but right now her poison is infecting your blood.
Pump yourself with painkillers and antibiotics,
laying in the hospital bed high as fuck.
Nobody knows the definitive cause,
but my god it hurts like a cunt doesn't it?
Not everyone has had appendicitis,
but most people have experienced the pain it causes.
And...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2017 12:52pm
28th Feb 2017 12:52pm
Technological Insomnia
Wrapped in calligraphy
it's two in the morning,
yet my curious cranium
transfixes itself to the
glaring illuminated pane
before me.
A delicate and ornate
tangle of universes presents itself;
unbreakable,
untouchable,
immortal.
Insentient omnipotence?
Oh, what an enticing chaos.
Itching and urging
to plunge myself into this carnage.
After all, how could my creativity
deny such a flawless magnum opus?
Such an irresistible and sour delight.
Two hours later: ...
it's two in the morning,
yet my curious cranium
transfixes itself to the
glaring illuminated pane
before me.
A delicate and ornate
tangle of universes presents itself;
unbreakable,
untouchable,
immortal.
Insentient omnipotence?
Oh, what an enticing chaos.
Itching and urging
to plunge myself into this carnage.
After all, how could my creativity
deny such a flawless magnum opus?
Such an irresistible and sour delight.
Two hours later: ...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 11:44am
11th Feb 2017 11:44am
Eyes
Lead dust settles heavily in the puddle,
twisting it into a pit of tar.
Pestilence devours light,
famine consumes time.
The bloodshot eyes gaze
from my arm to my self-immolating mind,
flogging relief in return for regret
and physical scars replace the mental.
The cancer in my head
spreads to the blade;
down it drops.
A red wine trickle.
The wings on my back
now charcoal.
They scatter ash on
my companions.
Mahogany or oak?
Roses or Tulips?
Who shall attend?
“Tick tock”.
...
twisting it into a pit of tar.
Pestilence devours light,
famine consumes time.
The bloodshot eyes gaze
from my arm to my self-immolating mind,
flogging relief in return for regret
and physical scars replace the mental.
The cancer in my head
spreads to the blade;
down it drops.
A red wine trickle.
The wings on my back
now charcoal.
They scatter ash on
my companions.
Mahogany or oak?
Roses or Tulips?
Who shall attend?
“Tick tock”.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 2:31am
11th Feb 2017 2:31am
This is not a metaphor.
Stalled,
the rusted engine
sputtering and spitting.
A translucent shape
dances out of the bonnet.
The clay-caked tyres
once black now brown,
squeal and vomit
as they spiral indefinitely
whilst sinking into their own holes.
A push from a single person,
the stubborn vehicle chuckles.
Maybe if we had more people
to push the car,
it would move forward
rather than permanently trenching itself.
the rusted engine
sputtering and spitting.
A translucent shape
dances out of the bonnet.
The clay-caked tyres
once black now brown,
squeal and vomit
as they spiral indefinitely
whilst sinking into their own holes.
A push from a single person,
the stubborn vehicle chuckles.
Maybe if we had more people
to push the car,
it would move forward
rather than permanently trenching itself.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 4:08pm
8th Feb 2017 4:08pm
Ferment.
Who owns this voice?
Who owns this mind?
And what about this body?
This luxurious entanglement
of sinew,
of muscle,
of bone,
of skin,
of complex
internets of veins,
of organs and of blood?
And these dreams?
Or nightmares?
All in a line:
time will murmur
honest notes, lurking under
breaths.
Quickening tempo,
loudening volume.
Taboo audacity,
outright madness,
borderline truth.
Mankind makes me snigger.
We are not the hearts,
not the...
Who owns this mind?
And what about this body?
This luxurious entanglement
of sinew,
of muscle,
of bone,
of skin,
of complex
internets of veins,
of organs and of blood?
And these dreams?
Or nightmares?
All in a line:
time will murmur
honest notes, lurking under
breaths.
Quickening tempo,
loudening volume.
Taboo audacity,
outright madness,
borderline truth.
Mankind makes me snigger.
We are not the hearts,
not the...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 2:33pm
8th Feb 2017 2:33pm
Grudge is the canswer
There is more to myself than me,
you can't walk in my shoes, they're rooted to my soles.
It's in you waiting, insinuating
the clean slate wiped onto my face
is dying.
Inhaling the waters of pity;
lungs like a river
fighting the undertow grasping at my shattered shins.
Like a boulder kneaded by the waves I'm reduced to a grain.
Staple a pink ribbon around my brain.
Hunted not for my pelt
which is softer than felt.
But because I showed I felt.
You only truly appreciate the light
when you're...
you can't walk in my shoes, they're rooted to my soles.
It's in you waiting, insinuating
the clean slate wiped onto my face
is dying.
Inhaling the waters of pity;
lungs like a river
fighting the undertow grasping at my shattered shins.
Like a boulder kneaded by the waves I'm reduced to a grain.
Staple a pink ribbon around my brain.
Hunted not for my pelt
which is softer than felt.
But because I showed I felt.
You only truly appreciate the light
when you're...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2017 10:40am
20th Jan 2017 10:40am
Post
Since you left a sense of regularity fled.
A concrete constant in my life dissolved.
Without that post of familiarity to keep me held up,
everything else seems chaotic.
With a path to the left and a path to the right,
you would help me choose.
Now I'm frozen in place
uncertain where to go
or what will happen from here.
Thank you for the time you've given.
Thank you for the memories we made.
Thank you for pushing me on.
Guess from here I'm desolate once more.
Where the fuck do I go, what the fuck do I...
A concrete constant in my life dissolved.
Without that post of familiarity to keep me held up,
everything else seems chaotic.
With a path to the left and a path to the right,
you would help me choose.
Now I'm frozen in place
uncertain where to go
or what will happen from here.
Thank you for the time you've given.
Thank you for the memories we made.
Thank you for pushing me on.
Guess from here I'm desolate once more.
Where the fuck do I go, what the fuck do I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2016 00:40am
22nd Aug 2016 00:40am
Martyrdom for love
He only knew her name;
a name he never spoke.
He loved her which was odd
as he thought love was a joke.
He knew he couldn't touch her,
she told him not to try.
You see, she loved him too,
although she knew not why.
He looked into her gaze
and smelt her fragrant breath
he kissed her on the cheek
he knew her name was death.
a name he never spoke.
He loved her which was odd
as he thought love was a joke.
He knew he couldn't touch her,
she told him not to try.
You see, she loved him too,
although she knew not why.
He looked into her gaze
and smelt her fragrant breath
he kissed her on the cheek
he knew her name was death.
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