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.
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 7:40pm
16th Jun 2012 7:40pm
Blinded by Fog
How's the fog? Fog's everywhere, man. Fog infiltrates every fibre of your entire being, like every piece of your soul is infiltrated by fog. You don't know that mother-fucking shit by now, you ain't been living. Fog is everywhere. Beware of the fog. Sometimes it is an invisible presence which invades and permeates your life, and just when you think everything is going sweet and manifestly beautiful, it will fuck you up, both sides and all ways. For ever and ever. Amen.” (Fish, from the 'Candlelight in Fog' album)
There actually was a time when the fog cleared
When I was so...
There actually was a time when the fog cleared
When I was so...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 2:26am
16th Jun 2012 2:26am
The Value of Life
The Value of Life
I am no longer your emotional slave
You do not hold value in my life
I survived through all your beatings
You took away so many things
You crushed the spirit from me
Leaving me afraid of living
When I got up, you kicked me down
I always recovered, just to spite you
You no longer frighten me
I know what it is to lose everything
I feel no shame in losing now
I want you to know I have no fear
The one thing that you taught me
Nothing is truly lost if it is not given
I want to embrace you and thank you...
I am no longer your emotional slave
You do not hold value in my life
I survived through all your beatings
You took away so many things
You crushed the spirit from me
Leaving me afraid of living
When I got up, you kicked me down
I always recovered, just to spite you
You no longer frighten me
I know what it is to lose everything
I feel no shame in losing now
I want you to know I have no fear
The one thing that you taught me
Nothing is truly lost if it is not given
I want to embrace you and thank you...
724 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 2:54pm
15th Jun 2012 2:54pm
A Fools Paradise (part 2)
The imaginations of a lunatic,
vividly clear, intense dreams.
I am lost inside delusions again
the crazed, rambling daydreams
of a dysfunctional mind.
We walked on a deserted beach
your hair flying free in the wind
Our hands, our interlaced fingers
neither leading nor following
exploring the future together
I remember the touch of your lips,
the tenderly exchanged first kiss,
My heart pounds with the thought
I can sense your presence now
here, close to me, surrounding me
I am tormented by the visions,
tortured...
vividly clear, intense dreams.
I am lost inside delusions again
the crazed, rambling daydreams
of a dysfunctional mind.
We walked on a deserted beach
your hair flying free in the wind
Our hands, our interlaced fingers
neither leading nor following
exploring the future together
I remember the touch of your lips,
the tenderly exchanged first kiss,
My heart pounds with the thought
I can sense your presence now
here, close to me, surrounding me
I am tormented by the visions,
tortured...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 2:52pm
15th Jun 2012 2:52pm
A Fools Paradise (part 1)
It was a moment made of magic and unreality,
when my eyes saw you for the first time.
I knew instantly that I loved you
Our souls floated together, under the moonlight,
exploring a fantasy land of infinite, sparkling stars.
I looked upon you in silent reverence,
no need for speech as our hearts talked
I conveyed exactly how I felt about you, about us
You, my beautiful muse, your magnificent splendour
reflecting the perfection of Her lunar majesty
We kissed for the first time, together, alone,
with only the moon and stars to bear witness.
We...
when my eyes saw you for the first time.
I knew instantly that I loved you
Our souls floated together, under the moonlight,
exploring a fantasy land of infinite, sparkling stars.
I looked upon you in silent reverence,
no need for speech as our hearts talked
I conveyed exactly how I felt about you, about us
You, my beautiful muse, your magnificent splendour
reflecting the perfection of Her lunar majesty
We kissed for the first time, together, alone,
with only the moon and stars to bear witness.
We...
758 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 2:10am
15th Jun 2012 2:10am
Until Forever
(written for the 'Until Forever' comp.)
The NeverForeverLand Knight bows in reverence to the Princess of DreamsComeTrue,
takes an offered hand, plants the lightest of kisses upon it and an intake of breath he drew.
“My Lady, I promised to love you when our souls first met during the creation of time,
my devotion has endured throughout all my reincarnations, remaining perfectly sublime.
I have existed through centuries when I was unable to hear the call of your loving voice,
surviving alone, forsaking all temptations and comforts, unswervingly faithful to my...
The NeverForeverLand Knight bows in reverence to the Princess of DreamsComeTrue,
takes an offered hand, plants the lightest of kisses upon it and an intake of breath he drew.
“My Lady, I promised to love you when our souls first met during the creation of time,
my devotion has endured throughout all my reincarnations, remaining perfectly sublime.
I have existed through centuries when I was unable to hear the call of your loving voice,
surviving alone, forsaking all temptations and comforts, unswervingly faithful to my...
729 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 3:10am
14th Jun 2012 3:10am
Alice and the Cockney Caterpillar
A tiny, minuscule girl, appearing to be in distress,
wearing a pristine white pinafore over a pretty blue dress,
wanders into the sight of bright blue bug -
a caterpillar, sucking deeply on his favourite drug,
decides it is way beyond his current capacity
separating reality from his dream serendipity.
He's heard the whispers of a young dainty maid,
thinks his luck might be in, he might just get laid.
“ello me little darlin', so, what's your name?
Is it true what I've 'erd, that you're on the game?
Ya look to me like...
wearing a pristine white pinafore over a pretty blue dress,
wanders into the sight of bright blue bug -
a caterpillar, sucking deeply on his favourite drug,
decides it is way beyond his current capacity
separating reality from his dream serendipity.
He's heard the whispers of a young dainty maid,
thinks his luck might be in, he might just get laid.
“ello me little darlin', so, what's your name?
Is it true what I've 'erd, that you're on the game?
Ya look to me like...
873 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 2:24am
14th Jun 2012 2:24am
Delusional Nutter
I could present you with the brightest gemstones that can be found on earth,
but would you only wear that ring just to show off what you're worth?
I could wrap you in a fur shawl made from of a thousand mink,
but would you only wear it because you care what others think?
I could dress you in a robe that only the finest Chinese silk can spin,
but would you only wear it to display the cost contained within?
I could buy you a pair of the very softest wool-lined, kid-skin boot,
but would you only wear them to be recognised as a lady of repute?
Do you want to...
but would you only wear that ring just to show off what you're worth?
I could wrap you in a fur shawl made from of a thousand mink,
but would you only wear it because you care what others think?
I could dress you in a robe that only the finest Chinese silk can spin,
but would you only wear it to display the cost contained within?
I could buy you a pair of the very softest wool-lined, kid-skin boot,
but would you only wear them to be recognised as a lady of repute?
Do you want to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 2:58am
13th Jun 2012 2:58am
Speaking to YOU in ink.
I am in love with the girl with the pale green eyes and incandescent hair,
but she doesn't know me, her eyes too blinded by the cataracts of painful life.
The Princess, locked away in the dank dungeons within her realm of darkness,
waiting for a knight, her knight, to light her life with the burning heart of a star.
Her soul stranded, shackled in a landscape of grief and broken, empty promises.
My lonely soul walks barefoot over broken glass, bleeding out nostalgia,
attempting to purge my spirit of the poisoned memories and nightmares,
but no amount of...
but she doesn't know me, her eyes too blinded by the cataracts of painful life.
The Princess, locked away in the dank dungeons within her realm of darkness,
waiting for a knight, her knight, to light her life with the burning heart of a star.
Her soul stranded, shackled in a landscape of grief and broken, empty promises.
My lonely soul walks barefoot over broken glass, bleeding out nostalgia,
attempting to purge my spirit of the poisoned memories and nightmares,
but no amount of...
811 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jun 2012 11:46pm
12th Jun 2012 11:46pm
Free. Home. Scared.
(image of blue-faced Scot)
Freedom!! Freedom!!
Nobody bothered to warn me or even discuss the fact that I was being discharged. I should have realised I suppose, there have been extra little chats with the dead-eyed doctors, longer sessions with the single-minded psychs, “tell me about your childhood” (cliché but true!) and the curious chirping-chatter of the councillors has been even more insincere. But at no point did anyone actually mention the word “discharge.”
Usually there is a very set pattern to it you see, the pseudo-intellectuals interest in me suddenly...
Freedom!! Freedom!!
Nobody bothered to warn me or even discuss the fact that I was being discharged. I should have realised I suppose, there have been extra little chats with the dead-eyed doctors, longer sessions with the single-minded psychs, “tell me about your childhood” (cliché but true!) and the curious chirping-chatter of the councillors has been even more insincere. But at no point did anyone actually mention the word “discharge.”
Usually there is a very set pattern to it you see, the pseudo-intellectuals interest in me suddenly...
759 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jun 2012 1:44am
11th Jun 2012 1:44am
Well, You did ask what I do when I write.....
1932 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 11:23pm
10th Jun 2012 11:23pm
The Call of the Lamia
I hear sad voices in the wind, wispy words, containing reverberating explosions
Recanting stories and histories about alternative time-lines and uncertain futures
They recite the spent dreams and desires of yesterday's unfinished tomorrows
Tomorrow's unformed today pirouettes and dances in mock grandiose caricatures
Thundering silences echo mutely between the impenetrable extremities of liquid time
Free-forming positives negate existence, propagating instead, redundant antagonisms
Past becoming future without need to disturb the sedately slumbering of immediacy...
Recanting stories and histories about alternative time-lines and uncertain futures
They recite the spent dreams and desires of yesterday's unfinished tomorrows
Tomorrow's unformed today pirouettes and dances in mock grandiose caricatures
Thundering silences echo mutely between the impenetrable extremities of liquid time
Free-forming positives negate existence, propagating instead, redundant antagonisms
Past becoming future without need to disturb the sedately slumbering of immediacy...
900 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 4:05pm
9th Jun 2012 4:05pm
Only Little Fluffy Bunny FooFoo left to Write About
(for my FooFoo - luv's Ya!!)
The following was written four days ago as a direct response to several comments and numerous personal messages I have received. I was initially mortified that my musings and meanderings had caused such person hurt, embarrassment and the risk of severe repercussions.
Three entries I had dedicated to three wonderful Ladies that have supported me from my first submitted poem and I, very misguidedly and idiotically, named them on each of my scribblings. The pieces were intended to be tender dedications, a way to show my thankfulness for their...
The following was written four days ago as a direct response to several comments and numerous personal messages I have received. I was initially mortified that my musings and meanderings had caused such person hurt, embarrassment and the risk of severe repercussions.
Three entries I had dedicated to three wonderful Ladies that have supported me from my first submitted poem and I, very misguidedly and idiotically, named them on each of my scribblings. The pieces were intended to be tender dedications, a way to show my thankfulness for their...
865 reads
6 Comments
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