Submissions by puckit (S.A. Elrod)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends."
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2010 4:01am
9th Dec 2010 4:01am
Field of Leaves
on abare and earthen field of leaves
she leaves
me with my own disdain
and my own pain
of confusion
and illusion
as I struggle for words to say
to make it okay
as I pay
homage
to center stage
like a sage
to his earthly page
and the bitter rage
seeks to enter
into the center
of my bleeding heart
and where you start
it all depends
on where it ends
or falls apart
and in the rain
I see the train
but if it will hit me
is anyone's guess
do I feel less
for being more
than someone to adore...
she leaves
me with my own disdain
and my own pain
of confusion
and illusion
as I struggle for words to say
to make it okay
as I pay
homage
to center stage
like a sage
to his earthly page
and the bitter rage
seeks to enter
into the center
of my bleeding heart
and where you start
it all depends
on where it ends
or falls apart
and in the rain
I see the train
but if it will hit me
is anyone's guess
do I feel less
for being more
than someone to adore...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2010 3:45am
9th Dec 2010 3:45am
If She'd Only Love You.
If she'd only love you
the dark and the light
the pleasure and the pain
all the pieces that don't clean up well
that don't look good
in the light of day
the razor-edged shards
that cut when handled
and the dulllackluster fragments
that can never be polished
the smile that you share
and the tears that you can't
good and bad
right and wrong
if she'd only love you
the dark and the light
the pleasure and the pain
all the pieces that don't clean up well
that don't look good
in the light of day
the razor-edged shards
that cut when handled
and the dulllackluster fragments
that can never be polished
the smile that you share
and the tears that you can't
good and bad
right and wrong
if she'd only love you
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Dec 2010 3:53am
8th Dec 2010 3:53am
Goddess Tryst
The night constricted like a python.
Reflections of the past lay smoldering in shadow. The smooth lines of once familiar shapes roiling in my mind like a swollen river. Through the misty darkness she appeared angelic, her shining face framed by a mane of copper and gold. The light in her liquid brown eyes tinged with flaming red.
She call to me, in a voice like molten honey, and my mind opened like a vault, exposing my innermost secrets to her fleeting glance. And when she came to me, and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still from the intensity of our joining.
Like an...
Reflections of the past lay smoldering in shadow. The smooth lines of once familiar shapes roiling in my mind like a swollen river. Through the misty darkness she appeared angelic, her shining face framed by a mane of copper and gold. The light in her liquid brown eyes tinged with flaming red.
She call to me, in a voice like molten honey, and my mind opened like a vault, exposing my innermost secrets to her fleeting glance. And when she came to me, and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still from the intensity of our joining.
Like an...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2010 3:42am
8th Dec 2010 3:42am
She Sleeps Above Me
She sleeps above me.
And I wonder where we are, where she is.
Does she see me? Can I feel her in my heart where I thought she would stay?
Am i swathed in the cloth of her heart? Am I in her flesh like she is in mine?
Is she slipping away like steam from the steam grates on the street below?
I long for the familiar touch her of her hand, warm against my skin in the night.
Her eyes seem distant..away somewhere where I cannot go.
Somewhere she will not allow me to go.
We speak sometimes of futures. Is hers mine? Mine hers?
Does she feel the distance between...
And I wonder where we are, where she is.
Does she see me? Can I feel her in my heart where I thought she would stay?
Am i swathed in the cloth of her heart? Am I in her flesh like she is in mine?
Is she slipping away like steam from the steam grates on the street below?
I long for the familiar touch her of her hand, warm against my skin in the night.
Her eyes seem distant..away somewhere where I cannot go.
Somewhere she will not allow me to go.
We speak sometimes of futures. Is hers mine? Mine hers?
Does she feel the distance between...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2010 9:19pm
5th Dec 2010 9:19pm
drips
my shame drips down the wall
inside the booth
while on the little screen
figures whose lives reflect their own bewilderment
their own isolation
from the dreams of their childhoods
and i contribute to the demise of their souls
while my shame drips down the wall
inside the booth
while on the little screen
figures whose lives reflect their own bewilderment
their own isolation
from the dreams of their childhoods
and i contribute to the demise of their souls
while my shame drips down the wall
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2010 4:49am
4th Dec 2010 4:49am
Moving with the speed of molasses
my mind regurgitates
various scenarios ridiculous and not so
mercilessly assaulting my sense of self and security
leaving me fucking tired and untrusting and pissed off
at myself
at you
at the trees and the kids and the smiling faces
in the crowded city streets that seem to mock me
and laugh at me with their knowledge of happiness and kindness
and sanity
that mythological creature that exists in the dreams of my childhood
that once was there to champion me
from the monster under the bed
or the dragon in the closet
or the belt in...
various scenarios ridiculous and not so
mercilessly assaulting my sense of self and security
leaving me fucking tired and untrusting and pissed off
at myself
at you
at the trees and the kids and the smiling faces
in the crowded city streets that seem to mock me
and laugh at me with their knowledge of happiness and kindness
and sanity
that mythological creature that exists in the dreams of my childhood
that once was there to champion me
from the monster under the bed
or the dragon in the closet
or the belt in...
1029 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2010 6:26pm
3rd Dec 2010 6:26pm
the good father
the good father
the one who doesn't blacken the blue of the eye
who doesn't prophesy prison for his progeny
who doesn't walk away with hearts in one hand
and bleeding knife in the other
who doesn't take mothers humanity from her vagina
and from within her breast and smear it all over the bathroom floor
to make the kids eat it with their oatmeal
who understands the babysitter is off limits
is not his fucktoy
the good father
who doesn't destroy the faith of a five year old
and theheart of a ten year old
with his razor tongue and racist...
the one who doesn't blacken the blue of the eye
who doesn't prophesy prison for his progeny
who doesn't walk away with hearts in one hand
and bleeding knife in the other
who doesn't take mothers humanity from her vagina
and from within her breast and smear it all over the bathroom floor
to make the kids eat it with their oatmeal
who understands the babysitter is off limits
is not his fucktoy
the good father
who doesn't destroy the faith of a five year old
and theheart of a ten year old
with his razor tongue and racist...
1019 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2010 12:09pm
3rd Dec 2010 12:09pm
Boy in a Box
there's a little boy
inside a box
ikeep within my heart
he's there in the box 'cuz
whenever he loves
he always get torn apart
his dad was a
loveless loser
who'd rarely part with a dime
but the little boy didn't
care about that
all he wanted was daddy's time
but daddy couldn't
be bothered
why waste my time he would say
and even though it
tore him apart
he loved daddy anyway
so he sits
insidethe box
guarding his feelings with care
wiping the tears from
his tired heart
loving someone...
inside a box
ikeep within my heart
he's there in the box 'cuz
whenever he loves
he always get torn apart
his dad was a
loveless loser
who'd rarely part with a dime
but the little boy didn't
care about that
all he wanted was daddy's time
but daddy couldn't
be bothered
why waste my time he would say
and even though it
tore him apart
he loved daddy anyway
so he sits
insidethe box
guarding his feelings with care
wiping the tears from
his tired heart
loving someone...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Nov 2010 10:29am
24th Nov 2010 10:29am
Armageddon
I dreamed of Armageddon
And sights no longer seen
And faces flashed like sirens
In my lonely lake of dreams
All was dark and silent
With no one left to hear
My mutterings of chaos
Nor my questions borne in fear
I gazed across the skyline
As the sun began to fall
To leave me in the dark
Amidst the ruins of it all
When blackness cloaked my dreamscape
Iwas there to find
Scattered on the wasteland
The pyres of all mankind
And sights no longer seen
And faces flashed like sirens
In my lonely lake of dreams
All was dark and silent
With no one left to hear
My mutterings of chaos
Nor my questions borne in fear
I gazed across the skyline
As the sun began to fall
To leave me in the dark
Amidst the ruins of it all
When blackness cloaked my dreamscape
Iwas there to find
Scattered on the wasteland
The pyres of all mankind
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Nov 2010 10:16am
24th Nov 2010 10:16am
Mr Nice guy
Screamer:Don’t you want to fuck me?
Nice guy: I can barely hold back, but gentlemen respect.
Screamer: Fuck that! Pussy’s made for it. I’m made for it. I’ll give it all to you. Mr. Gentleman, eat it, fuck it, love it. Just do something!
Nice guy: I can barely hold back, but gentlemen respect.
Screamer: Fuck that! Pussy’s made for it. I’m made for it. I’ll give it all to you. Mr. Gentleman, eat it, fuck it, love it. Just do something!
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2010 5:41pm
23rd Nov 2010 5:41pm
Wolf in the Camp
In the light of the lamp
Shining darkly in the night
There’s a wolf in the camp
Who is searching for wrong and for right
In the light of the day
When the remnants of night are long gone
There’s a face in the way
Of the time that we make to belong
And we yearn for another September
And we search for another December
And we know that this time to remember
Will soon fade away
So we cry in the light of the lamp
That shines in the face of the night
And we scream at the wolf in the camp
And we tell him this cannot be right...
Shining darkly in the night
There’s a wolf in the camp
Who is searching for wrong and for right
In the light of the day
When the remnants of night are long gone
There’s a face in the way
Of the time that we make to belong
And we yearn for another September
And we search for another December
And we know that this time to remember
Will soon fade away
So we cry in the light of the lamp
That shines in the face of the night
And we scream at the wolf in the camp
And we tell him this cannot be right...
813 reads
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