Submissions by scarletegret (Sasha Fenn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written a little poetry over the years to help me through life struggles, such as episodes of depression or anxiety, and more recently I've returned to the art to try and explore ideas and inspire others to see the world in unfamiliar ways.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Jul 2020 9:19pm
15th Jul 2020 9:19pm
Bridgemind
You pick your way carefully across the scoria and anthracite, the relay weighing heavily on your back, playing havoc with your center of gravity.
“You're almost into the deadfield.” says Majinn. “You remember your programming?”
A bit of coal crumbles into a silent drift down the hill behind you, where your hivemates, two hundred and fifty-five strong, march in slow, small beats.
“Synthia?”
“Yeah, Majinn. I copy.” You reach the summit, looking out across the dregs of the Greasemarsh. “I can see the hovercraft from here. Looks bigger than you...
“You're almost into the deadfield.” says Majinn. “You remember your programming?”
A bit of coal crumbles into a silent drift down the hill behind you, where your hivemates, two hundred and fifty-five strong, march in slow, small beats.
“Synthia?”
“Yeah, Majinn. I copy.” You reach the summit, looking out across the dregs of the Greasemarsh. “I can see the hovercraft from here. Looks bigger than you...
#prose
#steampunk
#scifi
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 7:38pm
1st Apr 2019 7:38pm
Flowers Still
These flowers are dead.
Gobbled up by starving kids,
Earth's last slice of joy...
Will we plant plucked men
atop their blacktop mass graves
to honor their lives?
Might as well leave them.
Let their spirits watch in glee.
Serve them their revenge...
We'll boil up our home
and set this patient globe free
from our apathy.
Gobbled up by starving kids,
Earth's last slice of joy...
Will we plant plucked men
atop their blacktop mass graves
to honor their lives?
Might as well leave them.
Let their spirits watch in glee.
Serve them their revenge...
We'll boil up our home
and set this patient globe free
from our apathy.
#sadness
#grief
#dark
#earth
#environment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 7:38pm
26th Mar 2019 7:38pm
Christmas Mannequins
Like sunrain
like Summer snow
like indoor fires in
the Winter cold
like icecream
made from almondmilk
while loved ones carve
some undead elk
as the birds fly
to some better clime
wish we could follow
the starlings' lead
but here we sit
unwrapping gifts
our trinkets shine in the glow
as the world burns.
like Summer snow
like indoor fires in
the Winter cold
like icecream
made from almondmilk
while loved ones carve
some undead elk
as the birds fly
to some better clime
wish we could follow
the starlings' lead
but here we sit
unwrapping gifts
our trinkets shine in the glow
as the world burns.
#loneliness
#Christmas
#FreeVerse
#emptiness
#emotional
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 3:44pm
9th Mar 2019 3:44pm
Quarrel of the Birds
One was hovering in its place
whilst the other did ascend.
Both mighty birds were ready
to spar until the end.
Together, each one drifting through
the chorus of the wind
A flash of light did come at last
to take them through the gate
to a timeless place where they might end
their violent old debate
each flier's foremost task to seal
the other's grimmest fate.
The earth did sing their last farewell
with the ground's awesome quake.
Creatures scurried to and fro
as the land below did break,
each fearing...
whilst the other did ascend.
Both mighty birds were ready
to spar until the end.
Together, each one drifting through
the chorus of the wind
A flash of light did come at last
to take them through the gate
to a timeless place where they might end
their violent old debate
each flier's foremost task to seal
the other's grimmest fate.
The earth did sing their last farewell
with the ground's awesome quake.
Creatures scurried to and fro
as the land below did break,
each fearing...
#war
#birds
#narrative
#mythology
#tragedy
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2019 2:34am
8th Mar 2019 2:34am
Fears
They do not know the things I fear
for I fear that they should know
They do not see my hidden tears
frozen in the snow
I hear the tinkling of a bell
in a vast and open hall
a thunderous roar to shake the earth
summons me to the call
I'm broken somewhere deep inside
I know not where or when
it's not a matter of my pride
or a matter of my sin
It's not that I am numb or dumb
or can not feel as they
it seems quite clear as they draw near
I feel more than they say
I'm broken somewhere deep...
for I fear that they should know
They do not see my hidden tears
frozen in the snow
I hear the tinkling of a bell
in a vast and open hall
a thunderous roar to shake the earth
summons me to the call
I'm broken somewhere deep inside
I know not where or when
it's not a matter of my pride
or a matter of my sin
It's not that I am numb or dumb
or can not feel as they
it seems quite clear as they draw near
I feel more than they say
I'm broken somewhere deep...
#dark
#secrets
#FeelingTrapped
#surreal
#StreamOfConsciousness
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2019 1:16am
6th Mar 2019 1:16am
Ode To Insanity
With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
This song is my name and this laughter is me
With a whip and a steed and a highdollar bet
I tell you you haven't seen anything yet
If you think that our winning this race is a threat
The point of our exercise you'll never get
With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
I'll do anything at all that brings me glee ...
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
This song is my name and this laughter is me
With a whip and a steed and a highdollar bet
I tell you you haven't seen anything yet
If you think that our winning this race is a threat
The point of our exercise you'll never get
With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
I'll do anything at all that brings me glee ...
#nightmares
#philosophical
#surreal
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2019 4:14pm
3rd Mar 2019 4:14pm
A Sound!
A sound! She turns her head,
pricks up her ears and tail.
Her skin tingles beneath her
brown and white fur.
A sound! It whispers lightly
across the grass,
the patches of ancient yellow
and gleaming green, aged paper
and scintillating emerald,
across the fleeting footsteps
of the breeze as it coaches the
oaks to bend and dance.
Not music, something more.
Not silence, less.
A sound! It echoes off the pure snowy
white and scarlet rose of the home behind her.
A sound! Even the ants hearken.
A sound! She bays and...
pricks up her ears and tail.
Her skin tingles beneath her
brown and white fur.
A sound! It whispers lightly
across the grass,
the patches of ancient yellow
and gleaming green, aged paper
and scintillating emerald,
across the fleeting footsteps
of the breeze as it coaches the
oaks to bend and dance.
Not music, something more.
Not silence, less.
A sound! It echoes off the pure snowy
white and scarlet rose of the home behind her.
A sound! Even the ants hearken.
A sound! She bays and...
#animals
#nature
#narrative
#FreeVerse
#mystery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2019 7:24am
3rd Mar 2019 7:24am
Time
Who has time?
Who holds time captive?
Tick-
Time can fly,
but can it land?
Tock-
Time can run out,
but can it run in?
Tick, Tock-
Who can time not escape from?
Who can command time?
Tock-
Time waits for no man.
Time waits for no woman.
Tick-
Time waits for no child,
nor for those
who have lived for a time.
Tock, Tick-
They say time will tell,
but time can not speak.
Who are they?
How do they know that time will tell?
For who can know time?
What can time know?
Nothing......
Who holds time captive?
Tick-
Time can fly,
but can it land?
Tock-
Time can run out,
but can it run in?
Tick, Tock-
Who can time not escape from?
Who can command time?
Tock-
Time waits for no man.
Time waits for no woman.
Tick-
Time waits for no child,
nor for those
who have lived for a time.
Tock, Tick-
They say time will tell,
but time can not speak.
Who are they?
How do they know that time will tell?
For who can know time?
What can time know?
Nothing......
#universe
#nature
#fate
#FreeVerse
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2019 3:28pm
2nd Mar 2019 3:28pm
Glass
Look, do you see?
Do you see?
No.
Nothing.
There is nothing there to see.
You can not see.
Nor can I.
There is clearly nothing there,
for glass is clear,
and there is nothing there.
The poster is gone,
or the glass is empty.
The glass is empty,
and the poster is gone.
The time has passed,
and the time is short,
and the time is near,
and the time is little,
and the time is impatient,
and the time is deaf,
and dumb,
and the time is a cloak,
and the glass is empty,
and the poster is...
Do you see?
No.
Nothing.
There is nothing there to see.
You can not see.
Nor can I.
There is clearly nothing there,
for glass is clear,
and there is nothing there.
The poster is gone,
or the glass is empty.
The glass is empty,
and the poster is gone.
The time has passed,
and the time is short,
and the time is near,
and the time is little,
and the time is impatient,
and the time is deaf,
and dumb,
and the time is a cloak,
and the glass is empty,
and the poster is...
#sadness
#depression
#regret
#loneliness
#emptiness
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 3:52pm
26th Feb 2019 3:52pm
Quandary
it is an interesting world
where gravity can come and go
and everyone is afraid
It's a strange world
It's a strange world
where the sun
lingers
Show me your meaning
Show me your soul
Show me the magic
keeping you whole
Show me your purpose
Show me your goal
Show the fire
dying
oe'r your dying coals
It's a strange world
It's a strange world
where gravity
comes and goes
where all
fear you
fear all
I wonder why
I wonder what it is
they know
where gravity can come and go
and everyone is afraid
It's a strange world
It's a strange world
where the sun
lingers
Show me your meaning
Show me your soul
Show me the magic
keeping you whole
Show me your purpose
Show me your goal
Show the fire
dying
oe'r your dying coals
It's a strange world
It's a strange world
where gravity
comes and goes
where all
fear you
fear all
I wonder why
I wonder what it is
they know
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2019 4:03pm
24th Feb 2019 4:03pm
A Moment Bittersweet
Withering, dying, going,
we lose our fire.
To grant another's wish,
we lose our light.
For another's passing fancy,
we flicker and fall
into rising smoke.
We are but candles
on a birthday cake.
we lose our fire.
To grant another's wish,
we lose our light.
For another's passing fancy,
we flicker and fall
into rising smoke.
We are but candles
on a birthday cake.
#sadness
#childhood
#birthday
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2019 4:18pm
23rd Feb 2019 4:18pm
Save or Delete
In an afternoon dream,
something sparked an idea
in my mind,
but in waking from sleep
I couldn't save the thought,
though I listened intently
to the corner of my heart
where it died.
something sparked an idea
in my mind,
but in waking from sleep
I couldn't save the thought,
though I listened intently
to the corner of my heart
where it died.
#sadness
#dreams
#memories
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