Submissions by tyraphoenix666 (Tamz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just want people to enjoy the depths of my mind...
Off to Neverland
When the opaque haze of Night surrounds thee,
thy bed of powder and shells beckons
and calls thee to lay; still as a corpse.
Sleep’s nocturnal hand caresses the lids of thy eyes,
like the hand of the patient soldier
slowly tracing the trigger of his gun...
Then suddenly, in a smoldering cloud
comes the cloaked...
thy bed of powder and shells beckons
and calls thee to lay; still as a corpse.
Sleep’s nocturnal hand caresses the lids of thy eyes,
like the hand of the patient soldier
slowly tracing the trigger of his gun...
Then suddenly, in a smoldering cloud
comes the cloaked...
#soldiers
#war
#death
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Intoxication of a Fragile Mind
I care not why, but I want you:
I want you pulsating within me; pulsing through my veins...
Your smell pervading from my bare, tingling, flesh...
The heat of your tongue on my naval...
I crave your essence. Crave it filling me till I spill at the brim.
I want to overflow with all you know and ebb to and fro with your...
I want you pulsating within me; pulsing through my veins...
Your smell pervading from my bare, tingling, flesh...
The heat of your tongue on my naval...
I crave your essence. Crave it filling me till I spill at the brim.
I want to overflow with all you know and ebb to and fro with your...
#lover
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Somnia: the poet’s hourglass.
Subtle coma- encompassing my eyes-smudging my gleaning pen’s into. Into dreaming I dare not sink;
I dare not enter that lullaby land.
Left are thoughts to be writ,
but Slumber’s hand shall bid them flit
Out my mind; out the door; unreturning like Poe’s ‘Lenore’. My words: a corvid- “nevermore!”
My Pages’ drinking of my poetry, seems as distant as a “Swinging tree”.
Falling into hollow sleep, I lay, parched for text,
a ‘Hollow man’ drifting into the deep.
Drifting further than...
I dare not enter that lullaby land.
Left are thoughts to be writ,
but Slumber’s hand shall bid them flit
Out my mind; out the door; unreturning like Poe’s ‘Lenore’. My words: a corvid- “nevermore!”
My Pages’ drinking of my poetry, seems as distant as a “Swinging tree”.
Falling into hollow sleep, I lay, parched for text,
a ‘Hollow man’ drifting into the deep.
Drifting further than...
#sleep
#WritingPoetry
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9 Comments
Anima Sola
My words,
not my own.
From the world,
I'm alone.
Inexplicable,
the langauge in my head;
in flames I try to decode it
whilst I writhe in my bed...
Can't have the world see me
while this scream of knives burns deeply;
They'd thinkest me weakly...
But I need one to hear me,
The knives scorce so deeply!
My words,
not my own.
My dreams,
so sombre.
I feel I'm alone,
'gainst my Soul's tempest weather...
not my own.
From the world,
I'm alone.
Inexplicable,
the langauge in my head;
in flames I try to decode it
whilst I writhe in my bed...
Can't have the world see me
while this scream of knives burns deeply;
They'd thinkest me weakly...
But I need one to hear me,
The knives scorce so deeply!
My words,
not my own.
My dreams,
so sombre.
I feel I'm alone,
'gainst my Soul's tempest weather...
#loneliness
450 reads
5 Comments
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