Submissions by tfourie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2014 7:49pm
24th Apr 2014 7:49pm
scavenging
savage child slay the unborn
your sterile nails gripped between grinding teeth
another one licks semen from
your bones
trapped in a cage
vermin feast upon your mind
every inch of the mother’s womb is just
a corner cut from a clenched fist
now roll away
the endless sleep of reason
contaminates a caged animal that
thirst for unconscious medleys
from within
© T. Fourie
your sterile nails gripped between grinding teeth
another one licks semen from
your bones
trapped in a cage
vermin feast upon your mind
every inch of the mother’s womb is just
a corner cut from a clenched fist
now roll away
the endless sleep of reason
contaminates a caged animal that
thirst for unconscious medleys
from within
© T. Fourie
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 7:14pm
23rd Apr 2014 7:14pm
frontal lobe damage
a hammer
fell
on my head when I was about
five years old
they sat in the tree
shocked to hell
or were they?
I laughed – laughed at
Pain
God
Death
life is just a cocoon
of misery
I breed within
© T. Fourie
fell
on my head when I was about
five years old
they sat in the tree
shocked to hell
or were they?
I laughed – laughed at
Pain
God
Death
life is just a cocoon
of misery
I breed within
© T. Fourie
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 8:43am
23rd Apr 2014 8:43am
say a prayer
there is a graveyard in my skull
my eyes are mere shadows
endless sorrow grasps my dying heart
fire shall return to the depths
I cannot live with this
pain
forgive me for strangling you
I pray for my non-existent soul
the dire need for impending doom withers in
a casket full of
black roses
ashes are scattered on raped bodies
ever so often I hear your
fainting cries
my throat is a bottomless pit
death shall be my guide
take me to the gallows
I need a priest
© T. Fourie
my eyes are mere shadows
endless sorrow grasps my dying heart
fire shall return to the depths
I cannot live with this
pain
forgive me for strangling you
I pray for my non-existent soul
the dire need for impending doom withers in
a casket full of
black roses
ashes are scattered on raped bodies
ever so often I hear your
fainting cries
my throat is a bottomless pit
death shall be my guide
take me to the gallows
I need a priest
© T. Fourie
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2014 4:53pm
22nd Apr 2014 4:53pm
crippled schism
entangled blossoms shed their tears
the withering autumn brings another victim
from the jaws of death
go forth – give your nothingness to the bleeding clouds
feed your bleak instincts to their gaping wounds
everything I fought for becomes
undone
there was one single verse
which I repeated over and over
under the bed of a dying virgin
every single breath was a cloud of vermin
that lay in slumbering hope
decaying
from here on goes the legion
to infest another blistering sanction
fallen stars carve their names into my tomb
invite...
the withering autumn brings another victim
from the jaws of death
go forth – give your nothingness to the bleeding clouds
feed your bleak instincts to their gaping wounds
everything I fought for becomes
undone
there was one single verse
which I repeated over and over
under the bed of a dying virgin
every single breath was a cloud of vermin
that lay in slumbering hope
decaying
from here on goes the legion
to infest another blistering sanction
fallen stars carve their names into my tomb
invite...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 10:30pm
20th Apr 2014 10:30pm
state of bleeding mind
mindless waters broke the day she drowned
apart from the sceptical blank
pages of fellowship that carried pieces of
a symphony
there was a fight near the house
knives and fists were not involved, but rather
there was a dying Jesus with a blood-stained
page
borderlines drew apart from the crust
everywhere I went tears gave birth
to death
almost near the end the beginning was
filled with a passion beyond recognition
she was wretched, like the dawn of fire and
dead mice
in the basement I hang
she laughed
and the...
apart from the sceptical blank
pages of fellowship that carried pieces of
a symphony
there was a fight near the house
knives and fists were not involved, but rather
there was a dying Jesus with a blood-stained
page
borderlines drew apart from the crust
everywhere I went tears gave birth
to death
almost near the end the beginning was
filled with a passion beyond recognition
she was wretched, like the dawn of fire and
dead mice
in the basement I hang
she laughed
and the...
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