Submissions by viveakastone666
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have almost finished writing the worlds longest horror story. THE JAW has taken me over 8 years to pen and now my journey is almost at an end. I will be using this site so I can introduce you to my work.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Jul 2017 11:57am
23rd Jul 2017 11:57am
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. Taken from THE JAW.
A familiar voice stirs me from my trance like state
A voice belonging to my best mate
“Earth calling Paul” I jump out of my skin
I focus my mind and see my friend Flynn
I raise my eyes and let out a moan
“Sorry mate I was in a world of my own
Where you been? Haven't seen you in a while”
He sits beside me, a frown replaces his smile
“I met this fit bird about a year ago
What I saw in her I'll never know!
I met her in the Lamb and Crook pub
We ended up in that newly opened night club
At the end of the night I took her back to my...
A voice belonging to my best mate
“Earth calling Paul” I jump out of my skin
I focus my mind and see my friend Flynn
I raise my eyes and let out a moan
“Sorry mate I was in a world of my own
Where you been? Haven't seen you in a while”
He sits beside me, a frown replaces his smile
“I met this fit bird about a year ago
What I saw in her I'll never know!
I met her in the Lamb and Crook pub
We ended up in that newly opened night club
At the end of the night I took her back to my...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2017 8:38am
19th Jul 2017 8:38am
Strips from my flesh.
I want to remind you, want to refresh
Your tore strips from my heart, strips from my flesh
My life was miserable, my life was bleak
I felt powerless, broken and weak
With a tight grip you held the reins tight
Every day, morning, noon and night
You broke my body, soul and mind
With words bitter, cruel and unkind
It didn’t take much to work you into a mood
Lax with the house-work or late with your food
You’d start an argument to whet your appetite
Then you would turn it into a full blown fight
You always took your anger out on...
Your tore strips from my heart, strips from my flesh
My life was miserable, my life was bleak
I felt powerless, broken and weak
With a tight grip you held the reins tight
Every day, morning, noon and night
You broke my body, soul and mind
With words bitter, cruel and unkind
It didn’t take much to work you into a mood
Lax with the house-work or late with your food
You’d start an argument to whet your appetite
Then you would turn it into a full blown fight
You always took your anger out on...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 9:30am
18th Jul 2017 9:30am
THE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE.
He left me there all alone
Body aching to the bone
Lying there in a pool of blood
Covered in grass, dirt and mud
Flashbacks playing through my mind
Eyes half closed as I was almost blind
I peered at my clothes all tattered and torn
‘Why was I here? Why was I born?’
I lay there crying curled up into a ball
I wanted to die, wanted to end it all
I wanted to close my eyes, forever sleep
To slip into a sleep so dark and deep
I felt so calm, felt no fear
Wished that death was somewhat near
I prayed silently ‘Please God take...
Body aching to the bone
Lying there in a pool of blood
Covered in grass, dirt and mud
Flashbacks playing through my mind
Eyes half closed as I was almost blind
I peered at my clothes all tattered and torn
‘Why was I here? Why was I born?’
I lay there crying curled up into a ball
I wanted to die, wanted to end it all
I wanted to close my eyes, forever sleep
To slip into a sleep so dark and deep
I felt so calm, felt no fear
Wished that death was somewhat near
I prayed silently ‘Please God take...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 9:16am
18th Jul 2017 9:16am
I HATE BEING PREGNANT.
Don’t talk to me, I’m not in the mood
I’m tired, fed up have gone off my food
I have heartburn, piles, I have an aching back
Don’t argue with me because I won’t cut you any slack
I have puffy black bags under my eyes
I look like I have eaten way too many pies
I have stretch marks everywhere, I look like a map
The baby kicks me in my ribs when I’m trying to nap
When I’m awake, it is as calm as can be
But when I want to sleep, it kicks the shit out of me
I’m forever hot, I forever sweat
My nipples leak milk, I’m forever wet
When...
I’m tired, fed up have gone off my food
I have heartburn, piles, I have an aching back
Don’t argue with me because I won’t cut you any slack
I have puffy black bags under my eyes
I look like I have eaten way too many pies
I have stretch marks everywhere, I look like a map
The baby kicks me in my ribs when I’m trying to nap
When I’m awake, it is as calm as can be
But when I want to sleep, it kicks the shit out of me
I’m forever hot, I forever sweat
My nipples leak milk, I’m forever wet
When...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jul 2017 11:32am
17th Jul 2017 11:32am
A BROKEN MAN.
I arrive at my home, plonk myself on a chair
Memories of Betty are scattered everywhere
Tired, dehydrated and thirsty
I trundle into the kitchen to make coffee
With the teaspoon I slowly stir my drink
Lose track of time, wistfully think
Why is Betty dead? Why is she not here?
Why did I lose someone so dear?
Must I live in sorrow for the rest of my life?
Being taunted by memories of my wife?
Do I wrap myself in these memories?
Or let them cruelly taunt and tease?
Must I live forever in pain and sorrow?
Facing the day, dreading...
Memories of Betty are scattered everywhere
Tired, dehydrated and thirsty
I trundle into the kitchen to make coffee
With the teaspoon I slowly stir my drink
Lose track of time, wistfully think
Why is Betty dead? Why is she not here?
Why did I lose someone so dear?
Must I live in sorrow for the rest of my life?
Being taunted by memories of my wife?
Do I wrap myself in these memories?
Or let them cruelly taunt and tease?
Must I live forever in pain and sorrow?
Facing the day, dreading...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jul 2017 11:28am
17th Jul 2017 11:28am
POOLS OF BLOOD,LAKES OF FIRE.
A waft of sulpher fills my nose
Smoke is coming from all four volcanoes
The sky is turning yellow with smoke
Struggling for breath I start to choke
I look about, survey the scene
The sky is turning the colour tangerine
The mouth of the volcano is quickly filling
Won’t be long before it’s over spilling
Bubbles of lava with a fiery glow
Burst up and then bob back down below
Filling and deflating like a balloon
I think there will be trouble soon
Bloop, bloop, bloop, pop, pop, pop
The lava is starting to dribble over the top ...
Smoke is coming from all four volcanoes
The sky is turning yellow with smoke
Struggling for breath I start to choke
I look about, survey the scene
The sky is turning the colour tangerine
The mouth of the volcano is quickly filling
Won’t be long before it’s over spilling
Bubbles of lava with a fiery glow
Burst up and then bob back down below
Filling and deflating like a balloon
I think there will be trouble soon
Bloop, bloop, bloop, pop, pop, pop
The lava is starting to dribble over the top ...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 10:53am
13th Jul 2017 10:53am
DAYS LIKE THESE.
Azure blue skies, a soft cooling breeze
Oh how I love days like these
Unaware of people passing by;
Two young lovers gaze up into the sky
The tartan blanket lays neatly on the ground
They lie there together not making a sound
Side- by- side they hold each other tight
It truly is a beautiful sight
Wrapped together in a loving embrace;
He holds her close… kisses her face
They are both fixated, deeply in love
Bond together like a hand to a glove
A magical web of love is being spun
Entwined young lovers, as two...
Oh how I love days like these
Unaware of people passing by;
Two young lovers gaze up into the sky
The tartan blanket lays neatly on the ground
They lie there together not making a sound
Side- by- side they hold each other tight
It truly is a beautiful sight
Wrapped together in a loving embrace;
He holds her close… kisses her face
They are both fixated, deeply in love
Bond together like a hand to a glove
A magical web of love is being spun
Entwined young lovers, as two...
506 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Jul 2017 10:45am
13th Jul 2017 10:45am
A BROKEN MAN.
I arrive at my home, plonk myself on a chair
Memories of Betty are scattered everywhere
Tired, dehydrated and thirsty
I trundle into the kitchen to make coffee
With the teaspoon I slowly stir my drink
Lose track of time, wistfully think
Why is Betty dead? Why is she not here?
Why did I lose someone so dear?
Must I live in sorrow for the rest of my life?
Being taunted by memories of my wife?
Do I rid myself of these memories?
Or let them cruelly taunt and tease?
Must I live forever in pain and sorrow?
Facing the day, dreading...
Memories of Betty are scattered everywhere
Tired, dehydrated and thirsty
I trundle into the kitchen to make coffee
With the teaspoon I slowly stir my drink
Lose track of time, wistfully think
Why is Betty dead? Why is she not here?
Why did I lose someone so dear?
Must I live in sorrow for the rest of my life?
Being taunted by memories of my wife?
Do I rid myself of these memories?
Or let them cruelly taunt and tease?
Must I live forever in pain and sorrow?
Facing the day, dreading...
531 reads
3 Comments
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