Submissions by vuxus_tuxsusa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2021 7:15am
29th May 2021 7:15am
deep
Likes, comments, numbers, profiles,
Comrades, friends, accomplices.
Back-scratch work for promises;
A feeble pat to ease my trials.
Said it once, I’ll say it again,
Words will not fix your mental state.
True emotion will never abate,
Master and slave philander in vain.
Deep waters deceiving for shallow,
Watching brain-dead divers jump in,
Victims hide behind a revealing grin,
Looking healthy but feeling sallow.
Denial, if denial struck them,
Some things you should not talk about,
No unrest, no inner...
Comrades, friends, accomplices.
Back-scratch work for promises;
A feeble pat to ease my trials.
Said it once, I’ll say it again,
Words will not fix your mental state.
True emotion will never abate,
Master and slave philander in vain.
Deep waters deceiving for shallow,
Watching brain-dead divers jump in,
Victims hide behind a revealing grin,
Looking healthy but feeling sallow.
Denial, if denial struck them,
Some things you should not talk about,
No unrest, no inner...
#courage
#honesty
#denial #philosophical
#denial #philosophical
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DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2021 5:53am
28th May 2021 5:53am
horizons
Fields of the dead smoulder underneath us,
Below the wasteland littered in coalwood.
Spectre tongues dripping in contempt and pus,
Corrupted hearts ravish you if they could.
Pass on their knives for fresh skin to defile,
Toast with empty cups for illness and doom.
Crows pick at their bones, with dubious guile
Under a sunless set, shadows consume.
Puppet-show play to prove they existed,
Loud mouth ventriloquist howling end times,
Meaning stripped, fondness lost to memory.
A kind, lost to terror and the twisted,
Dead hands cling to...
Below the wasteland littered in coalwood.
Spectre tongues dripping in contempt and pus,
Corrupted hearts ravish you if they could.
Pass on their knives for fresh skin to defile,
Toast with empty cups for illness and doom.
Crows pick at their bones, with dubious guile
Under a sunless set, shadows consume.
Puppet-show play to prove they existed,
Loud mouth ventriloquist howling end times,
Meaning stripped, fondness lost to memory.
A kind, lost to terror and the twisted,
Dead hands cling to...
#dark
#apocalypse
#ignorance
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DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2021 11:42am
25th May 2021 11:42am
Vestigial
I found your bones under the desert’s sands;
Rocked your frigid crib to stir a green soul.
Mouthy vacuous heads led to cracked hands,
Cackled and crowed over the flesh they stole.
The nomad with shale-grit eyes drifts the wind
Here to there, beyond the noise and inside;
Savage memento to the spines they’ve skinned,
A grave with dear trinkets to lie beside.
Skin pushes over limbs to drown you out,
Follicles and remnants of pride tumble;
Reversed a flower from the tomb anew.
They scratch for water after bringing drought,
Crawl,...
Rocked your frigid crib to stir a green soul.
Mouthy vacuous heads led to cracked hands,
Cackled and crowed over the flesh they stole.
The nomad with shale-grit eyes drifts the wind
Here to there, beyond the noise and inside;
Savage memento to the spines they’ve skinned,
A grave with dear trinkets to lie beside.
Skin pushes over limbs to drown you out,
Follicles and remnants of pride tumble;
Reversed a flower from the tomb anew.
They scratch for water after bringing drought,
Crawl,...
#silence
#SelfReflection
#philosophical #desert
#philosophical #desert
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2021 5:21am
5th May 2021 5:21am
mind
Viscous flow of your arm toward its verge,
Red on white scales reflect my constant guise.
Fingers sail the clouds, aim digging for cries,
A bond and blow concealed, yet pulsing urge.
Broad pale thighs mirrored vague our division,
While a cursed iris bloomed amongst the bog,
Yet bleak was the stem ousting our prologue,
Mingled zeal and flame, bore vile derision.
A breast, a hand, a shoulder were no match,
Versus the smoking gun of our distress.
No flesh, nor flower to ever unbind,
No nest, nor gable existent to thatch.
Fleeting swell...
Red on white scales reflect my constant guise.
Fingers sail the clouds, aim digging for cries,
A bond and blow concealed, yet pulsing urge.
Broad pale thighs mirrored vague our division,
While a cursed iris bloomed amongst the bog,
Yet bleak was the stem ousting our prologue,
Mingled zeal and flame, bore vile derision.
A breast, a hand, a shoulder were no match,
Versus the smoking gun of our distress.
No flesh, nor flower to ever unbind,
No nest, nor gable existent to thatch.
Fleeting swell...
#lust
#dark
#emptiness
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2021 4:52am
3rd May 2021 4:52am
blood
When the blades of ego fulfill their task
And the feeble fingers of those afraid
On my estuary of blood have weighed
Sombre hands pull and threaten to unmask.
Puerile pathogens do flounder to dam
Scurry back to doubt and mythology
Warning dispensed to their morphology
The overt stench and semblance of a lamb.
Ignorance, one straw man against the surge
Aphotic path toward sanguine climax
Lone religious purging of self deceit.
Deliverance, bestowing my red scourge
Ebb to burnish their morbid rotten tracks
Awaking reason through...
And the feeble fingers of those afraid
On my estuary of blood have weighed
Sombre hands pull and threaten to unmask.
Puerile pathogens do flounder to dam
Scurry back to doubt and mythology
Warning dispensed to their morphology
The overt stench and semblance of a lamb.
Ignorance, one straw man against the surge
Aphotic path toward sanguine climax
Lone religious purging of self deceit.
Deliverance, bestowing my red scourge
Ebb to burnish their morbid rotten tracks
Awaking reason through...
#anger
#lust
#dark #SelfDiscovery
#dark #SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2021 2:06am
17th Apr 2021 2:06am
Fame & Fortune
Do these words grab your attention?
Is my name enough to mention?
Snatched by a hook to the gills
Are you baited by cheap thrills?
You say we are all the same
That maybe I am to blame
That maybe it is in our nature
We all melted from the same glacier
Yet we are all individuals
With our own set of principles
You say we are unique snowflakes
With our own blessings and mistakes
That we are all that and more
And why am I a righteous bore?!
Well if we are allowed some fame
Why aren’t I allowed to complain? ...
Is my name enough to mention?
Snatched by a hook to the gills
Are you baited by cheap thrills?
You say we are all the same
That maybe I am to blame
That maybe it is in our nature
We all melted from the same glacier
Yet we are all individuals
With our own set of principles
You say we are unique snowflakes
With our own blessings and mistakes
That we are all that and more
And why am I a righteous bore?!
Well if we are allowed some fame
Why aren’t I allowed to complain? ...
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2021 4:22am
16th Apr 2021 4:22am
Post Meridian
The slow cloudy afternoon sighs
Reluctant stumbler of the skies
We are the ebb of its apathy
The flow, recoiled in a cavity
The candle in my chest wavers
Savouring the welkin’s flavours
Behind a sluggish haze it swirls
Arms developing from its burls
My branches inch towards the steam
Of a coffee cup topped with cream
Veins, lightning within the bloodstream
The day, my spine, resemble a dream
Something should be said of the dog,
It’s wet nose breeding a gentle fog,
Its paws twitching in reverie,
Racing...
Reluctant stumbler of the skies
We are the ebb of its apathy
The flow, recoiled in a cavity
The candle in my chest wavers
Savouring the welkin’s flavours
Behind a sluggish haze it swirls
Arms developing from its burls
My branches inch towards the steam
Of a coffee cup topped with cream
Veins, lightning within the bloodstream
The day, my spine, resemble a dream
Something should be said of the dog,
It’s wet nose breeding a gentle fog,
Its paws twitching in reverie,
Racing...
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2010 10:55am
17th Sep 2010 10:55am
dry babies
In many desert cities live the Dry babies. Some are entities that can make themselves visible at will, but prefer to live in the shadows of inter-dimension. They are not to be scared of, what they enjoy doing is judging others, complaining, stirring up hatred, for they feed on human destructive emotions, Hate, Anger and Anxiety are to them most delicious. They sometimes show themselves in short glimpses or minutes at a time, big human sized bald babies, covered in heavy dusts, craked dirt and craked skin.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2010 10:54am
17th Sep 2010 10:54am
goat-men
The goat men lurch around, rattling pots on strings. They wear dirty old ragged clothes. Ones that live near desert cities wear hoods to cover their ugly goat heads (they are punished if they do not wear hoods). They are silent most times, but they are well known for their cacophonic, morbid and sad songs at dusk. They carry heavy pots and pans on strings, attached to sticks they carry on their shoulders. Sometimes when they don't feel crowded they rattle their pots spreading the fear and angst of uncertainty.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 11:18am
27th Aug 2010 11:18am
Maze
sewers, empty red bowels
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,...
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,...
845 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 11:15am
27th Aug 2010 11:15am
Veja
Beyond the quicksands and deserts, sandy plains and deserts, deserts and endless deserts, lies the endlessfrozen lake. It is the tear of Veja, the astral mother of seed receiving planets such as Earth. It travelled from several points of the universe to form a single drop (the size of the moons diameter) and then fell towards Earth. It has dimension altering powers, it is eternal, where time ending is the end of the universe. It shall remain as a blue fire lantern, millions of times colder than the Sun is hot. Veja shall never be understood nor will her powers, for this is her gift to us,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 9:56am
22nd Aug 2010 9:56am
ten men men
The 'men with ten men' are gentlemen appropriately clothed in thin black suits and ties. They wear black pants and black shoes. They are normal with the exception of having the top half of the skull open like a platform to the open air (no blood, just a flat surface that they have from gestation). On these platforms, heads which are covered in healthy pink skin, stand ten men also dressed in black suits but with proper hats and normal skulls. As childs the Ten-Men Men have fully grown men on their heads, but the difference is that they remain seated on the skull platform. The body is...
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