Submissions by staggerlee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2018 1:13pm
20th Dec 2018 1:13pm
No Reason
your life is empty you say
whose fault is that, not mine
you chose, picked your own way
followed the herd
and look at you now
just sitting there
laughing along with the TV
check mate in your head.
whose fault is that, not mine
you chose, picked your own way
followed the herd
and look at you now
just sitting there
laughing along with the TV
check mate in your head.
#anger
#apathy
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2018 6:09am
24th Jul 2018 6:09am
A refugee from modernity
My campfire illuminates the scattered stones of the chapel ruin.
Conjuring contorted shadows who swell like mighty hands
Proclaiming the insanity of the divine.
Tobacco and tea is all I need beneath the tapestry of the stars,
I say " good night" to the shuffling cattle and the cantankerous insects
And declare darkness as a friend, soothing ,forgiving
A keeper of empty promises,
Seeking clarity I have fled to the mountains
To escape from the acquisition of things ,
I need to expunge , to cleanse
illusions of the...
Conjuring contorted shadows who swell like mighty hands
Proclaiming the insanity of the divine.
Tobacco and tea is all I need beneath the tapestry of the stars,
I say " good night" to the shuffling cattle and the cantankerous insects
And declare darkness as a friend, soothing ,forgiving
A keeper of empty promises,
Seeking clarity I have fled to the mountains
To escape from the acquisition of things ,
I need to expunge , to cleanse
illusions of the...
#universe
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
118 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 4:15am
3rd Jun 2018 4:15am
Gaza Baby
Justice sags for those in rotten rags
Those in uniform kept razor tight
Where is your bleeding heart now.
A baby, whose line crossed
Where history meets,
Dies
Unschooled
To tear gas rain,
Condemned,
Justice floats away
Like a forgotten balloon.
Those in uniform kept razor tight
Where is your bleeding heart now.
A baby, whose line crossed
Where history meets,
Dies
Unschooled
To tear gas rain,
Condemned,
Justice floats away
Like a forgotten balloon.
#suffering
100 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2018 7:16am
13th Jan 2018 7:16am
The apprentice alcoholic and the cheerful Nihilist
It's o' clock ,The clock ticks
A crisp packet screams ,A glass is clinked
There's a spider ,Motionless
On flowery wallpaper,waiting
Watching Dust cascade ,sunbeam existence,
I drink deep,just for a second it's gone
A blue lorry flashes by the window
The clock ticks,
"what's with all this moaning nowdays" he says
"All this hand wringing ,playing the crying game
Will not change the nature of the void"
He pauses,
Turns his eyes to a vacant heaven ...
A crisp packet screams ,A glass is clinked
There's a spider ,Motionless
On flowery wallpaper,waiting
Watching Dust cascade ,sunbeam existence,
I drink deep,just for a second it's gone
A blue lorry flashes by the window
The clock ticks,
"what's with all this moaning nowdays" he says
"All this hand wringing ,playing the crying game
Will not change the nature of the void"
He pauses,
Turns his eyes to a vacant heaven ...
#loneliness
#dark
#alcohol
#addiction
#emptiness
158 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2018 4:12am
1st Jan 2018 4:12am
Virulent Love
You're love is acid
Bubbling
From every pore
(scalding);
You are the angelic face
Of malignent venom
Infecting every cell
How I despise my
Treacherous lust
Body betrayer.
Decomposing
Your parasitic love
Devouring
I can not breathe
Nor see my light
Slowly darknen.
Bubbling
From every pore
(scalding);
You are the angelic face
Of malignent venom
Infecting every cell
How I despise my
Treacherous lust
Body betrayer.
Decomposing
Your parasitic love
Devouring
I can not breathe
Nor see my light
Slowly darknen.
#lust
#dark
#erotic
#lover
#admiration
169 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 4:26am
26th Nov 2017 4:26am
Bus stop purgatory.
All is the rain,drenching
Bathing bones
In icy dampness,
Wretchedness compounded.
Dripping Leylandi frantically,
Conceive muddy pools.
Uncaring traffic
With dim melancholy lights
Skulk on by,obedient.
All the world is foreboding
Apprehension suspended
In the swollen air,Negative ions
With primitive hands,tries to seduce
All is the rain,
I remember
Lying on sand
Idly caressing your thigh,
As we watched
surfers...
Bathing bones
In icy dampness,
Wretchedness compounded.
Dripping Leylandi frantically,
Conceive muddy pools.
Uncaring traffic
With dim melancholy lights
Skulk on by,obedient.
All the world is foreboding
Apprehension suspended
In the swollen air,Negative ions
With primitive hands,tries to seduce
All is the rain,
I remember
Lying on sand
Idly caressing your thigh,
As we watched
surfers...
#spiritual
#lover
#memories
#FallingInLove
#SelfReflection
177 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2017 1:16am
3rd Jun 2017 1:16am
On top of Sliabh Bannion
I can see it now
Through the dismal mist
Pass the sorrowful heather.
With it's impotent beige bloom
Mossy fungal stone
Strangled by ivy contagion.
Up above,
Jackdaws seeking justice
Squabble and shreik.
Each one with a crown of thorns.
I sit,
Beguiled by a simplistic beauty
Under a pitiful April sky.
Forgetting all the constructions of man.
Up here,
The foundations of convictions
Can start to shake.
I could easily slip
Into the rhythms of ancient silent prayers
And sing...
Through the dismal mist
Pass the sorrowful heather.
With it's impotent beige bloom
Mossy fungal stone
Strangled by ivy contagion.
Up above,
Jackdaws seeking justice
Squabble and shreik.
Each one with a crown of thorns.
I sit,
Beguiled by a simplistic beauty
Under a pitiful April sky.
Forgetting all the constructions of man.
Up here,
The foundations of convictions
Can start to shake.
I could easily slip
Into the rhythms of ancient silent prayers
And sing...
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2017 5:31am
14th May 2017 5:31am
Setting the day on fire
I want to burn the dawn,
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a...
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a...
292 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2017 2:34am
8th May 2017 2:34am
The non existence of a egotistical mind..
The Consternation of conscience,
Cannot defeat the ticking hands.
Nor the leaking life force from within.
So what's left?
To defeat nothingness, to grasp the universal void,
Or to succumb to ego and the glory of things,
The way modern hoovers makes us smile,
As if the Galaxies give a flying fuck,
What we chose.
Blinded by arrogance or misplaced hope we try,
To resolve our internal paradoxes
But even,
All the elegant words, written on a million pages,
Cannot capture simple beauty essence
of sapphire petals being...
Cannot defeat the ticking hands.
Nor the leaking life force from within.
So what's left?
To defeat nothingness, to grasp the universal void,
Or to succumb to ego and the glory of things,
The way modern hoovers makes us smile,
As if the Galaxies give a flying fuck,
What we chose.
Blinded by arrogance or misplaced hope we try,
To resolve our internal paradoxes
But even,
All the elegant words, written on a million pages,
Cannot capture simple beauty essence
of sapphire petals being...
225 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 3:52pm
12th Apr 2017 3:52pm
Dreaming of Babylon
Kicking empty beer cans,
Down desolation roads.
Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.
Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,
Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.
But Babylon still awaits.
Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand. ...
Down desolation roads.
Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.
Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,
Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.
But Babylon still awaits.
Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand. ...
223 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2017 4:02am
20th Mar 2017 4:02am
Questions
Where have all tne beauiful words gone?
The skipping rhythms,
Tangled in luscious forms,
That painted movies in our minds.
And does it matter?
If all that left is,
Weary eyed concrete spirits.
Slobbering over free verse confessions.
And what of us ?
Are we just a cliche?
A product of poetry stagnation.
Cowards who never hold anyone to account.
What child can recite a modern poetry line?
Is there a purpose to all this scribbling?
Free expression turns to vapour,
Under the heat of a questioning mind. ...
The skipping rhythms,
Tangled in luscious forms,
That painted movies in our minds.
And does it matter?
If all that left is,
Weary eyed concrete spirits.
Slobbering over free verse confessions.
And what of us ?
Are we just a cliche?
A product of poetry stagnation.
Cowards who never hold anyone to account.
What child can recite a modern poetry line?
Is there a purpose to all this scribbling?
Free expression turns to vapour,
Under the heat of a questioning mind. ...
231 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2017 12:28pm
25th Jan 2017 12:28pm
Life and death, the unseen battle,
Oh please sweet spirit child,
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.
Whistling desolation lullabies,
Nor the raggedy stars hanging
In a rotten purple sky.
Beckoning your name to land of the dead.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.
The wind will blow, the crows entice,
And all roads will depart into a contorted mists,
There is no memories in these rivers of
Dreaming fogs.
Only fields of illusion green,
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child, ...
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.
Whistling desolation lullabies,
Nor the raggedy stars hanging
In a rotten purple sky.
Beckoning your name to land of the dead.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.
The wind will blow, the crows entice,
And all roads will depart into a contorted mists,
There is no memories in these rivers of
Dreaming fogs.
Only fields of illusion green,
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child, ...
372 reads
2 Comments
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