Submissions by venallerima (David C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2010 5:48pm
6th Apr 2010 5:48pm
Chimerism
Lost predetermined love
“You’re already a part of me”
Mutated red strings of fate
Tight, inept, cancerous after-product
From broken double helix, failed heart shape
Invasive treatment, impossible
Best, only own antibodies from mind
And from heart, could provide remission
Suppress the malignant matter
And rehabilitate from damage
“You’re already a part of me”
Mutated red strings of fate
Tight, inept, cancerous after-product
From broken double helix, failed heart shape
Invasive treatment, impossible
Best, only own antibodies from mind
And from heart, could provide remission
Suppress the malignant matter
And rehabilitate from damage
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 3:07am
5th Apr 2010 3:07am
To Fallen-gods
Waned in just eons that should‘ve
Lasted more than Our capacity could’ve
Foreseen. Diminished? Arguable; would’ve
Been just a speck of nothing before Us
But what reality and anomaly could’ve surprised
Us? US? Supreme! Drastically compromised
The just balance we’ve long reprised
Forever from those serving creatures
Everything went bigger, everything… moved
In a sense, realizing our universe was but a grove
Along creations we never could’ve drove
In existence or extinction, just borrowed power
Thermos and quanta is the least of...
Lasted more than Our capacity could’ve
Foreseen. Diminished? Arguable; would’ve
Been just a speck of nothing before Us
But what reality and anomaly could’ve surprised
Us? US? Supreme! Drastically compromised
The just balance we’ve long reprised
Forever from those serving creatures
Everything went bigger, everything… moved
In a sense, realizing our universe was but a grove
Along creations we never could’ve drove
In existence or extinction, just borrowed power
Thermos and quanta is the least of...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 3:05am
5th Apr 2010 3:05am
Hijacking the Almond
Must…
(The angels will forgive me.)
Must… No.
(I take it back, already chipped away my divinity.)
Must… No. Stop!
(But, so what? Am I ALWAYS bound by such meager words?!)
Must… No. Stop! HA!
(Rationale is for the weak!)
Must… No. Stop! HA! …!
(I’ll let my crude meat do all the talking!!)
Must… No. Stop! HA! …! Ow.
(When will I ever learn…)
(The angels will forgive me.)
Must… No.
(I take it back, already chipped away my divinity.)
Must… No. Stop!
(But, so what? Am I ALWAYS bound by such meager words?!)
Must… No. Stop! HA!
(Rationale is for the weak!)
Must… No. Stop! HA! …!
(I’ll let my crude meat do all the talking!!)
Must… No. Stop! HA! …! Ow.
(When will I ever learn…)
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2010 6:23pm
30th Mar 2010 6:23pm
Sugar Killer
If I hadn’t, you would’ve been dragged down.
No sight, no legs, crawling forever
Sightless future? Not for you…
Under no chances would I let that happen
Lick bullets, I would, but that for your sake
It had been dangerously sweet,
Next time we meet, unfortunately must be the bitter cure
No sight, no legs, crawling forever
Sightless future? Not for you…
Under no chances would I let that happen
Lick bullets, I would, but that for your sake
It had been dangerously sweet,
Next time we meet, unfortunately must be the bitter cure
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Mar 2010 6:19pm
30th Mar 2010 6:19pm
She Would Bloom
Rose, beautiful yet brutalized
Her tender folds that would normally shy
All light and dark, for she’s wary and afraid
Of horned beasts seeking hot honey
They force their touch, stick their tongue
Over and over in repetitive failure
Her nectar won’t seep and her buds won’t open
For she craves more than blasted heat and strokes
She yearns warmth, not heat, caresses, not beats
The stride of the sensuous wind, ride of a solid seat
Shower her from brim to stalk, let her press her thorns
And let her dig you as much as you’d want to...
Her tender folds that would normally shy
All light and dark, for she’s wary and afraid
Of horned beasts seeking hot honey
They force their touch, stick their tongue
Over and over in repetitive failure
Her nectar won’t seep and her buds won’t open
For she craves more than blasted heat and strokes
She yearns warmth, not heat, caresses, not beats
The stride of the sensuous wind, ride of a solid seat
Shower her from brim to stalk, let her press her thorns
And let her dig you as much as you’d want to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2010 3:40am
30th Mar 2010 3:40am
Question
We are but unison
Of toxic nuisances that give
Equations to infinitive rows of errors.
Comprehend?
Discerning a liar?
Hah! Man!Sorcery believer!
“Sway”
Scattering like
Formulae Theories
Tactical
Illusions
Endless-Catalog
Twisting Meshing Forever
Incognito
Imagining control
Constantly refusing
Thought in paradox...
Of toxic nuisances that give
Equations to infinitive rows of errors.
Comprehend?
Discerning a liar?
Hah! Man!Sorcery believer!
“Sway”
Scattering like
Formulae Theories
Tactical
Illusions
Endless-Catalog
Twisting Meshing Forever
Incognito
Imagining control
Constantly refusing
Thought in paradox...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2010 12:58pm
22nd Mar 2010 12:58pm
Sizzle
Of tender age
Playing with
Fire
Bit by bit
By bit
Getting intoxicated
Profuse smoke
Of lust experiment
Drowns
Sensibility
As the sparks
Makes their sound…
Ah-!
Ah-!
A-``
Ah!
Ah!
Playing with
Fire
Bit by bit
By bit
Getting intoxicated
Profuse smoke
Of lust experiment
Drowns
Sensibility
As the sparks
Makes their sound…
Ah-!
Ah-!
A-``
Ah!
Ah!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2010 12:55pm
22nd Mar 2010 12:55pm
Sikyo-berus
You’ll have to understand why Cerberus is grumpy
1. He’s perpetually stuck in guard duty, and unfortunately, no one else is willing and fitting for it.
2. He isn’t treated as a living being. Rather, he is treated as a wall. People don’t approach walls to befriend them. They just want to get to the other side.
3. He meets plenty of visitors, but they are not his. The visitors for him only want to slit his throat to rob the treasures behind him.
4. When Hades doesn’t permit entry or exit, he has to be sandwiched by emotions. He has to kill...
1. He’s perpetually stuck in guard duty, and unfortunately, no one else is willing and fitting for it.
2. He isn’t treated as a living being. Rather, he is treated as a wall. People don’t approach walls to befriend them. They just want to get to the other side.
3. He meets plenty of visitors, but they are not his. The visitors for him only want to slit his throat to rob the treasures behind him.
4. When Hades doesn’t permit entry or exit, he has to be sandwiched by emotions. He has to kill...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2010 8:54am
20th Mar 2010 8:54am
Three Sheets to the Wind
The jazz of the counters
The ringing sequence of the ponders
The live wires with jeers to shake it up
It's a scenario, a vaudeville
With curtain calls all the while
And faces to match the lasses in white
People whisk to seats
Prepare to see wondrous feats
Clad in veils of anesthesia
Tonight, tonight as any other night
The wish to escape from the world's fright
Lights! Drinks! Sheets! Amnesia for the willing.
The ringing sequence of the ponders
The live wires with jeers to shake it up
It's a scenario, a vaudeville
With curtain calls all the while
And faces to match the lasses in white
People whisk to seats
Prepare to see wondrous feats
Clad in veils of anesthesia
Tonight, tonight as any other night
The wish to escape from the world's fright
Lights! Drinks! Sheets! Amnesia for the willing.
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2010 8:48am
20th Mar 2010 8:48am
Excerpt from the Devil Resource Department Text Book
Table 4.2 provides a review on the guidelines of proper torture, as provided by the previous chapter.
1. Keep in mind the purpose of torture. Do not enact permanent damage to keep the body intact, in case we would want the client to serve our means.
2. Know your clients. Note which they prioritize to protect, self or others (the Two S’s, Self or Sacrificial) and choose your methods accordingly. All follows to any creature, mortal or divine.
3. Methods are categorized as Physical (bodily parts and material possession), Emotional (relationships,...
1. Keep in mind the purpose of torture. Do not enact permanent damage to keep the body intact, in case we would want the client to serve our means.
2. Know your clients. Note which they prioritize to protect, self or others (the Two S’s, Self or Sacrificial) and choose your methods accordingly. All follows to any creature, mortal or divine.
3. Methods are categorized as Physical (bodily parts and material possession), Emotional (relationships,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 10:09am
10th Mar 2010 10:09am
Parallel Stars
What has the ages done to us
But let us fall out of place from the skies?
Through the millenia, I have been spinning whilst gazing
Across the Milk Way, to where you spire in your own axis
The dread, the minute possibility, of the chance I have
As the years permit to spin me closer and closer to you
If another will decides that I lose my cycle and become a supernova
But, though chances are cruel for us who cannot break free
A time may tell that I may be able to burn beside you
But let us fall out of place from the skies?
Through the millenia, I have been spinning whilst gazing
Across the Milk Way, to where you spire in your own axis
The dread, the minute possibility, of the chance I have
As the years permit to spin me closer and closer to you
If another will decides that I lose my cycle and become a supernova
But, though chances are cruel for us who cannot break free
A time may tell that I may be able to burn beside you
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 10:01am
10th Mar 2010 10:01am
Leaving my Chocolate
My last will and testament
For the unripe age of years
Behind me, savoring, longing
Sweet yet unsatisfying
It is like nirvana, tranquil
The rapture of the chocolate circles
Around like a moon orbitting
All centered to a mass. Me.
But years tend to shape out the chocolate,
It melts, breaks, bends
And will slowly be consumed by time
Little by little… paradise ends
But the taste of the chocolate
Remains, lingers, enticesT
he scent of paradise calls you
Back, back, back to revolve around you again
What would come...
For the unripe age of years
Behind me, savoring, longing
Sweet yet unsatisfying
It is like nirvana, tranquil
The rapture of the chocolate circles
Around like a moon orbitting
All centered to a mass. Me.
But years tend to shape out the chocolate,
It melts, breaks, bends
And will slowly be consumed by time
Little by little… paradise ends
But the taste of the chocolate
Remains, lingers, enticesT
he scent of paradise calls you
Back, back, back to revolve around you again
What would come...
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