Submissions by waggy (Disillusion_Ment)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a rank amateur, a Johnny-come-lately to writing. I have no education or experience in the skills of prose or poetry and so will gladly accept all the help and advice that others are willing to share.
The Magic of the Moon
You, who believe in dreams yet have never believed in The Magic of the soul-spirits contained within the dreams. You, who cry out to the heavens for the magic of love, yet fail to hear The Magic soul-song of the stars. You, who only remember your body containing pain have forgotten that souls are forged from impossible Magic things.
The Magic forms a bridge between the constraints of the visible realm and the freedom of the invisible spirit world but requires gentle nurturing to exist. My way, when nobody can see or interrupt me, is to let it sit on my hands where I can mentally...
The Magic forms a bridge between the constraints of the visible realm and the freedom of the invisible spirit world but requires gentle nurturing to exist. My way, when nobody can see or interrupt me, is to let it sit on my hands where I can mentally...
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Contradiction
I cry out in the silence that is heard only in the world who can not hear.
I see and am seen without seeing or being visible.
I'm not a contradiction but I contradict.
What is visible is not me, but I do not hide who I am.
I feel lonely but I remain as I always was.
Is it that I have always been alone?
I feel that I understand something,
but what I know I do not understand.
And so I continue with my life as usual,
but with the feeling that there should be something more.
Waggy 07.07.2012
I see and am seen without seeing or being visible.
I'm not a contradiction but I contradict.
What is visible is not me, but I do not hide who I am.
I feel lonely but I remain as I always was.
Is it that I have always been alone?
I feel that I understand something,
but what I know I do not understand.
And so I continue with my life as usual,
but with the feeling that there should be something more.
Waggy 07.07.2012
787 reads
2 Comments
Fluidity
I drink the sounds from your lips,
words that are the elixir of my life
and nourish my soul.
I breathe in every word,
assimilating the symbolic value
of the faint vibration of your lips.
I feel a desire welling up inside of you,
flowing like the waves of the ocean
and I dive into the sea of your essence.
Exposed, the soft silk flower garden,
in the tropical heat of love,
delicately opens petal by petal,
I sip the dewdrops of your dawn,
the spring sap rising eagerly
to tremble under the suns rays
Wrapping...
words that are the elixir of my life
and nourish my soul.
I breathe in every word,
assimilating the symbolic value
of the faint vibration of your lips.
I feel a desire welling up inside of you,
flowing like the waves of the ocean
and I dive into the sea of your essence.
Exposed, the soft silk flower garden,
in the tropical heat of love,
delicately opens petal by petal,
I sip the dewdrops of your dawn,
the spring sap rising eagerly
to tremble under the suns rays
Wrapping...
876 reads
7 Comments
Blade
Perfect silver blade
lovingly kiss tender flesh,
opening red mouth.
lovingly kiss tender flesh,
opening red mouth.
653 reads
3 Comments
Sensing The Dream
I chased after a dream that was not mine to behest
The repercussions of which have been so hard to ingest
Reality exploded inwards, bursting the idyllic existence
Stripping to the bone any vestiges of resistance
Without the forethought of building emotional defences
I remain as a spectral spirit, ravaged of all five senses
During the blackest of nights I searched in the shadows
Scanned frozen deserts and long barren meadows
Scrutinized the depths of an acidic blue ocean
Inspected stagnant rivers no longer in motion
Hunted for a glimpse of your love...
The repercussions of which have been so hard to ingest
Reality exploded inwards, bursting the idyllic existence
Stripping to the bone any vestiges of resistance
Without the forethought of building emotional defences
I remain as a spectral spirit, ravaged of all five senses
During the blackest of nights I searched in the shadows
Scanned frozen deserts and long barren meadows
Scrutinized the depths of an acidic blue ocean
Inspected stagnant rivers no longer in motion
Hunted for a glimpse of your love...
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Summer Wind
On the warm summer winds I smelt your fragrance,
your unique musky scent of desire and promises.
I licked the air with my tongue to taste you,
making myself hunger your touch, thirst your love,
letting my mind wander over the geography of your skin.
I dreamed of kissing, licking, sucking, chewing
and in that moment my ears were deafened by moans.
I became conscious that the sound was only in the wind.
There is nothing nicer on a warm summers night,
when you are so physically far away from me,
than the flavour of your hot juice left in my mouth.
...
your unique musky scent of desire and promises.
I licked the air with my tongue to taste you,
making myself hunger your touch, thirst your love,
letting my mind wander over the geography of your skin.
I dreamed of kissing, licking, sucking, chewing
and in that moment my ears were deafened by moans.
I became conscious that the sound was only in the wind.
There is nothing nicer on a warm summers night,
when you are so physically far away from me,
than the flavour of your hot juice left in my mouth.
...
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I am Tired
I am tired.
This chapter has ended
and now I must leave here
to chase the story,
begin a new volume.
If I allow the story to end
without a conclusion,
I will fade away
I am tired
Only listening to the silence.
I need to hear the stories,
the trials and tribulations
of inspirational people.
Bathe in their dreams,
immerse within their passions,
touch their lives.
I am tired.
Feeling the crushing weight
of emptiness, of nothing,
continually bearing down.
I must refill my pockets
with memory stones,...
This chapter has ended
and now I must leave here
to chase the story,
begin a new volume.
If I allow the story to end
without a conclusion,
I will fade away
I am tired
Only listening to the silence.
I need to hear the stories,
the trials and tribulations
of inspirational people.
Bathe in their dreams,
immerse within their passions,
touch their lives.
I am tired.
Feeling the crushing weight
of emptiness, of nothing,
continually bearing down.
I must refill my pockets
with memory stones,...
962 reads
5 Comments
Perhaps someday
Perhaps someday
I'll be able to look at my reflection in a mirror and not feel distress
I'll study myself without self-hate, without feeling I am worthless
I'll stop feeling guilty and accept that the shame should not be mine
I'll be able to love somebody and allow somebody's love to entwine
I'll allow myself to be loved in return without feeling that I disgust
I'll be comfortable to be just me alone, without fear, without mistrust
I'll be able to outrun the ghosts that have permanently haunted me
I'll walk in sunshine without the dark clouds that...
I'll be able to look at my reflection in a mirror and not feel distress
I'll study myself without self-hate, without feeling I am worthless
I'll stop feeling guilty and accept that the shame should not be mine
I'll be able to love somebody and allow somebody's love to entwine
I'll allow myself to be loved in return without feeling that I disgust
I'll be comfortable to be just me alone, without fear, without mistrust
I'll be able to outrun the ghosts that have permanently haunted me
I'll walk in sunshine without the dark clouds that...
856 reads
8 Comments
The Belief of a Bigot
Your poem today
I read with dismay.
You laughingly portray
the submitted essay
as being harmless play
well,....what a cliché!
Unable to look away
from the words you array.
The foul decay
you chose to purvey
is in no way
passé
A written buffet
of adjective parfait,
with a small sachet
of noun purée
A side of verb sauté,
in subjective sorbet
You say
you tried to allay
your evil betray,
but the delay
to further stray
was too blasé
Is it it OK
to viciously prey
with...
I read with dismay.
You laughingly portray
the submitted essay
as being harmless play
well,....what a cliché!
Unable to look away
from the words you array.
The foul decay
you chose to purvey
is in no way
passé
A written buffet
of adjective parfait,
with a small sachet
of noun purée
A side of verb sauté,
in subjective sorbet
You say
you tried to allay
your evil betray,
but the delay
to further stray
was too blasé
Is it it OK
to viciously prey
with...
873 reads
8 Comments
Another Bloody Tapestry Poem
Somewhere there is special weave just for you and me
A delicate silk panorama, crafted by love and sensuality
Representing our life histories through unlimited reality
A rich, multi-coloured, multi-dimensional tapestry
Our twin loves glowing in threads of fine spun gold
Combining, entwining in a passion that was foretold
Inamorato/a from creation, burning a love uncontrolled
Unending strands joining, as the futures begin to unfold
At points our figures part, our twines stretched to break,
A stronger bond begins, rejoining our commitment in its...
A delicate silk panorama, crafted by love and sensuality
Representing our life histories through unlimited reality
A rich, multi-coloured, multi-dimensional tapestry
Our twin loves glowing in threads of fine spun gold
Combining, entwining in a passion that was foretold
Inamorato/a from creation, burning a love uncontrolled
Unending strands joining, as the futures begin to unfold
At points our figures part, our twines stretched to break,
A stronger bond begins, rejoining our commitment in its...
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The Life of Merlin
(part 1) Birth to the birth of Arthur
I have waited for over one and a half millennium,
encased in the solid tomb that you forged for me,
a personal, individualized locked sanatorium.
My only crime? Falling in love with you, my Lady
Myths and legends of my life, loves and devotion
still resonate forward, truth increasingly twisted.
I will retell the actual histories without emotion,
from birth to confinement, and how you assisted
Born from the womb of a Dyfed Princess,
the seed was provided by a dream Incubus.
Baptised under the...
I have waited for over one and a half millennium,
encased in the solid tomb that you forged for me,
a personal, individualized locked sanatorium.
My only crime? Falling in love with you, my Lady
Myths and legends of my life, loves and devotion
still resonate forward, truth increasingly twisted.
I will retell the actual histories without emotion,
from birth to confinement, and how you assisted
Born from the womb of a Dyfed Princess,
the seed was provided by a dream Incubus.
Baptised under the...
837 reads
7 Comments
Abuse
Well, hello to you gorgeous, you look truly stunning,
(I can tell I'm going to have to use all of my cunning)
I haven't seen you hanging around this joint before
(God, she's beautiful, I'll have to try and get a rapport)
You look, how should I put it, a little bit too young?
(calm your self down boy, you're too highly strung)
You're being such a tease, and you're here all alone?
(my luck must be in, to find one 'here' is unknown)
How would you fancy going outside to get some air?
(Shit. That woman knows me, she's going to stare)
Come with...
(I can tell I'm going to have to use all of my cunning)
I haven't seen you hanging around this joint before
(God, she's beautiful, I'll have to try and get a rapport)
You look, how should I put it, a little bit too young?
(calm your self down boy, you're too highly strung)
You're being such a tease, and you're here all alone?
(my luck must be in, to find one 'here' is unknown)
How would you fancy going outside to get some air?
(Shit. That woman knows me, she's going to stare)
Come with...
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3 Comments
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