Submissions by penACTION (Bee.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 7:52am
12th Nov 2009 7:52am
Asphyxiation.
It starts a simple hit and miss,
A girl; too decadent a kiss.
A simple gasp for blood and gold,
And scarlet legs begin to fold,
An inhale that cannot be sold.
A complex mind if worthy size,
And old and nectar ridden eyes,
A tongue that tastes a bed of lies.
My darling grasp, how you release,
My footsteps crumble and decrease,
I feel that now I am at peace.
Until my sins are birds of dust,
I do what I've been taught I must,
And wrap this noose around my lust.
And now a future once so bright,
Tainted by...
A girl; too decadent a kiss.
A simple gasp for blood and gold,
And scarlet legs begin to fold,
An inhale that cannot be sold.
A complex mind if worthy size,
And old and nectar ridden eyes,
A tongue that tastes a bed of lies.
My darling grasp, how you release,
My footsteps crumble and decrease,
I feel that now I am at peace.
Until my sins are birds of dust,
I do what I've been taught I must,
And wrap this noose around my lust.
And now a future once so bright,
Tainted by...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Nov 2009 11:04pm
11th Nov 2009 11:04pm
Just Another Filed Complaint.
Dear Time,
Regarding you screwing me over.
I hate you.
I hate you with every cell of my blood that drips into your stream.
Because, each day I notice something:
Every one of your soldiers enters my lungs quietly
But leaves like an acid reflux.
I'm not sure what your policy for damaged goods is,
But I swear that the moment I received your 'gift' it kept leaving me dry every morning.
Sometimes I wake up and find that a lot of what I thought you'd given me was missing.
It was very peculier at first,
But then I remembered your...
Regarding you screwing me over.
I hate you.
I hate you with every cell of my blood that drips into your stream.
Because, each day I notice something:
Every one of your soldiers enters my lungs quietly
But leaves like an acid reflux.
I'm not sure what your policy for damaged goods is,
But I swear that the moment I received your 'gift' it kept leaving me dry every morning.
Sometimes I wake up and find that a lot of what I thought you'd given me was missing.
It was very peculier at first,
But then I remembered your...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 1:26am
9th Nov 2009 1:26am
21.
Hello there my darling,
My long lost son-of-a-bitch.
It's been a while - but I'm not sorry for being
Reserved.
It's like the table at the restaurant where you promised to
Ssserenade me.
Sssweetheart.
Sibilance.
It rolls from my tongue better than your lips.
Does that make me a snake?
Reciprocation is a venomous smile.
Because that makes you the charmer.
I bet that places a little smile on your face.
Double or nothing.
You should know,
It's both impossible to woo the Devil,
And a fatal mistake.
...
My long lost son-of-a-bitch.
It's been a while - but I'm not sorry for being
Reserved.
It's like the table at the restaurant where you promised to
Ssserenade me.
Sssweetheart.
Sibilance.
It rolls from my tongue better than your lips.
Does that make me a snake?
Reciprocation is a venomous smile.
Because that makes you the charmer.
I bet that places a little smile on your face.
Double or nothing.
You should know,
It's both impossible to woo the Devil,
And a fatal mistake.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 1:24am
9th Nov 2009 1:24am
The Happy Saturday
It's cold outside.
Almost as cold as the linoleum in your brain.
Bash.
Bash.
Bash.
Does it hurt yet?
Crack.
Hello sanctuary,
And casual nods to formal goodbyes.
The light enters your pupils
Like a bullet to a brain.
It's funny that as I grow in size,
They seem to
Dilate.
Now that's just
Swell.
I am not the needle in your vein that promises
Early exits.
No questions asked.
So do not blame me.
I can not be the weight on your shoulders.
Nor can I be the thoughts in the back of your mind.
I...
Almost as cold as the linoleum in your brain.
Bash.
Bash.
Bash.
Does it hurt yet?
Crack.
Hello sanctuary,
And casual nods to formal goodbyes.
The light enters your pupils
Like a bullet to a brain.
It's funny that as I grow in size,
They seem to
Dilate.
Now that's just
Swell.
I am not the needle in your vein that promises
Early exits.
No questions asked.
So do not blame me.
I can not be the weight on your shoulders.
Nor can I be the thoughts in the back of your mind.
I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2009 1:17am
8th Nov 2009 1:17am
Ego
Start.
Take the step
I've been watching, and
You always start with a smile.
I can honestly declare that I find it
False.
That's okay, you stumbled.
There's no time to take a breath;
You can do that while your arms are stretched,
And you're running and panting like this: Huh-Huh-Huh,
And your mind is racingandracingandracingandracingandracingand
Bam.
What does the ground taste like?
Take the step
I've been watching, and
You always start with a smile.
I can honestly declare that I find it
False.
That's okay, you stumbled.
There's no time to take a breath;
You can do that while your arms are stretched,
And you're running and panting like this: Huh-Huh-Huh,
And your mind is racingandracingandracingandracingandracingand
Bam.
What does the ground taste like?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2009 1:07am
8th Nov 2009 1:07am
The Circus
Welcome, welcome, boys and girls to
The greatest show you'll ever see.
This man is insane; please push to get in,
Ten percent off per wicked grin,
Fifteen for every deadly sin,
This man is here for the devil within.
Come watch, come watch, now don't delay
The gun at his head ain't got all day,
This is his first and only stay,
Please, everybody, right this way.
See that look upon his face?
From eyes to ears? That's pure disgrace!
His trembling lips can sense the taste
Of a soon-to-come bloody embrace.
This is the new...
The greatest show you'll ever see.
This man is insane; please push to get in,
Ten percent off per wicked grin,
Fifteen for every deadly sin,
This man is here for the devil within.
Come watch, come watch, now don't delay
The gun at his head ain't got all day,
This is his first and only stay,
Please, everybody, right this way.
See that look upon his face?
From eyes to ears? That's pure disgrace!
His trembling lips can sense the taste
Of a soon-to-come bloody embrace.
This is the new...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2009 1:16am
7th Nov 2009 1:16am
Sleping Patterns.
To my poor, betrayed crook.
You even sleep the way you live.
I hear the deep whirring that escapes your throat,
The same noises a tortured boar makes.
It's respiration's form of
Gluttony.
I wont try to disturb you.
But if I were to slip into your coma
With a knife and upset disposition
Then consider this an accident.
This is for every time you traced crop circles
Surrounding my frown lines.
So, if I pass you off as a nightmare
Don't read into it, short sited monster.
I don't want to give you the satisfaction of...
You even sleep the way you live.
I hear the deep whirring that escapes your throat,
The same noises a tortured boar makes.
It's respiration's form of
Gluttony.
I wont try to disturb you.
But if I were to slip into your coma
With a knife and upset disposition
Then consider this an accident.
This is for every time you traced crop circles
Surrounding my frown lines.
So, if I pass you off as a nightmare
Don't read into it, short sited monster.
I don't want to give you the satisfaction of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2009 10:45pm
6th Nov 2009 10:45pm
Damned if I Die.
I assume you're writing a love note.
I thought so; I can see the red ink on your mouth.
That must mean something's wrong.
And your eyes are wet with what appears to be
Useless adjectives.
I am not bitter.
I am trying to give you honesty.
I hand it to you in a dripping cloth
So when you choose to see it
It glistens with dewy cushioning.
I don't want your neck to snap.
I want you to be able to hold your head up high,
Because I wont be able to talk for you.
You did this.
Your prints are biting up my sleeves,
As black as the...
I thought so; I can see the red ink on your mouth.
That must mean something's wrong.
And your eyes are wet with what appears to be
Useless adjectives.
I am not bitter.
I am trying to give you honesty.
I hand it to you in a dripping cloth
So when you choose to see it
It glistens with dewy cushioning.
I don't want your neck to snap.
I want you to be able to hold your head up high,
Because I wont be able to talk for you.
You did this.
Your prints are biting up my sleeves,
As black as the...
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