Submissions by percylunskuda
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I CHOOSE TO WRITE ABOUT A CRAZY FANTASY BASED WORLD.I TEND TO LOOSE MYSELF WHEN I WRITE AND IT SHOWS MOSTLY IN MY WORK. I WILL WRITE UNTIL I DIE, AND IF I CAN FIND A WAY TO WRITE AFTER DEATH. YOU HAD BETTER BELIEVE IT WILL BE DONE. LUV
The thick under Mavahs tongue.
Deep inside the dying ember
I salute the internal pain.
The look that got me loving
is leaving town again.
I spread these dying ashes
through your eternal home.
A thick treed house of memories
this will do for now, i hope.
And if it wasn't for all these feelings
i might get some sleep tonight.
I salute your dying without
all these stars creating light.
Love is spraying all throughout your ghost.
I salute the internal pain.
The look that got me loving
is leaving town again.
I spread these dying ashes
through your eternal home.
A thick treed house of memories
this will do for now, i hope.
And if it wasn't for all these feelings
i might get some sleep tonight.
I salute your dying without
all these stars creating light.
Love is spraying all throughout your ghost.
494 reads
1 Comment
BORE CHOKE-A.
575 reads
2 Comments
THE ASYLUM
582 reads
0 Comments
THE DEAD GOD (174834).
594 reads
0 Comments
SHADOWS OF THE UNIVERSE
SHE IS THICK,
SHE IS TERRIBLE,
WET MY BED,
BECOME SOMEONE ELSE.
BECOME SOMEONE ELSE IN THE SHIFTING SHADOWS.
MAKE CONTACT WITH DENNIS LEARY.
PLATE OF PROSE, I'LL BECOME SOMEONE ELSE.
I'LL BECOME SOMEONE ELSE IN THE SHIFTING SHADOWS.
DRY,
UNFLATTERED.
THE SKIN OF MAD OCEAN BANDITS LEFT SINGING.
SCENT,
UNIMPRESSED.
FOR YEARS NOW, THE BLANKET MAKES YOU A HOME FOR NIGHT.
FOR NIGHT-TIME-THE T.V. STAYS OFF IN THE CORNER.
INCOMPLETE IN A COMPLETE MISTAKE, FOR ONCE.
A MILE WITHOUT BREAD IS WHERE WE GO.
A...
SHE IS TERRIBLE,
WET MY BED,
BECOME SOMEONE ELSE.
BECOME SOMEONE ELSE IN THE SHIFTING SHADOWS.
MAKE CONTACT WITH DENNIS LEARY.
PLATE OF PROSE, I'LL BECOME SOMEONE ELSE.
I'LL BECOME SOMEONE ELSE IN THE SHIFTING SHADOWS.
DRY,
UNFLATTERED.
THE SKIN OF MAD OCEAN BANDITS LEFT SINGING.
SCENT,
UNIMPRESSED.
FOR YEARS NOW, THE BLANKET MAKES YOU A HOME FOR NIGHT.
FOR NIGHT-TIME-THE T.V. STAYS OFF IN THE CORNER.
INCOMPLETE IN A COMPLETE MISTAKE, FOR ONCE.
A MILE WITHOUT BREAD IS WHERE WE GO.
A...
496 reads
0 Comments
THE HIGH PRIEST ILLUMINATI
512 reads
0 Comments
CURSES VERSES ONE TO TEN.
628 reads
0 Comments
VOLSTACE EN IM PIQUE.
552 reads
0 Comments
FIRE.
This is just another page on fire.
Another valve broke open to give me life.
Hanging on in sheer hope,
my name is raining down accompanying the goat.
Sometimes we listen
to the sound of peace throughout the years.
Give me the sign.
Ill dance around naked and await the line.
CONVULSE THE GROUND,
YOUR HANDS FEEL SOUND.
I AM GREEN AGAIN.
I'M FIRING SOUNDS TO YOU MY FRIENDS.
Another valve broke open to give me life.
Hanging on in sheer hope,
my name is raining down accompanying the goat.
Sometimes we listen
to the sound of peace throughout the years.
Give me the sign.
Ill dance around naked and await the line.
CONVULSE THE GROUND,
YOUR HANDS FEEL SOUND.
I AM GREEN AGAIN.
I'M FIRING SOUNDS TO YOU MY FRIENDS.
543 reads
0 Comments
HEY, WONT YOU COME HERE NOW.
OY, THE ANTHEM OF THE TOY,
TOY THE ANTHEM FOR THE BOY.
MUSCULANTE, DEVOUR.
STEM BITCH ROCKET.
SO THE SAVIOR TOWS SUNDAYS AND SHINES THE ARROGANT AWAY.
SHE IS AN OPEN WOUND.
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.
TOY THE ANTHEM FOR THE BOY.
MUSCULANTE, DEVOUR.
STEM BITCH ROCKET.
SO THE SAVIOR TOWS SUNDAYS AND SHINES THE ARROGANT AWAY.
SHE IS AN OPEN WOUND.
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.
480 reads
0 Comments
THE SPIRIT RAGES
574 reads
0 Comments
AWAKE.
555 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by percylunskuda