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.
STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 11:00pm
7th Jun 2012 11:00pm
Flame of Love and Rebirth
Heart retaining no quota of love,
the spirit desiccated, barren.
Cold vacuous hands,
perceiving disconnection.
Imagination, bewildered and blank,
daydreams distant, detached
Never ending nightmares now lifeless
abandoned by even the ghosts
Relinquishing consciousness,
reality stalling to immobility,
leaving vision paused on freeze-frame
the sound screaming white noise static
Nothingness penetrating, invading,
peculating the final vestiges of life.
Loving darkness offering compassion
within cocooning...
the spirit desiccated, barren.
Cold vacuous hands,
perceiving disconnection.
Imagination, bewildered and blank,
daydreams distant, detached
Never ending nightmares now lifeless
abandoned by even the ghosts
Relinquishing consciousness,
reality stalling to immobility,
leaving vision paused on freeze-frame
the sound screaming white noise static
Nothingness penetrating, invading,
peculating the final vestiges of life.
Loving darkness offering compassion
within cocooning...
977 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 1:50pm
6th Jun 2012 1:50pm
Leading Me With Love
Last night I talked to the shadows and ghosts,
whispering conversations into the forever realm,
finishing sentences that had begun so long ago.
Greeting the ships that passed by in my youth.
Remembering to forget, talking to the silence
Surrounded by your reassuring arms
Your soul covering me in gossamer kisses
I walked into my locked-away past with you,
side by side, step by step, hand in hand,
though the myriad of moments and memories.
Opening mental closets, finally releasing the skeletons,
the dream-monsters that have shattered...
whispering conversations into the forever realm,
finishing sentences that had begun so long ago.
Greeting the ships that passed by in my youth.
Remembering to forget, talking to the silence
Surrounded by your reassuring arms
Your soul covering me in gossamer kisses
I walked into my locked-away past with you,
side by side, step by step, hand in hand,
though the myriad of moments and memories.
Opening mental closets, finally releasing the skeletons,
the dream-monsters that have shattered...
800 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 5:08am
6th Jun 2012 5:08am
My flame-haired lover
She always changes, the Lady with the green eyes,
My flame-haired lover, wearing her tempting guise
With me in my bedroom every morning and night
Touching, teasing, tasting, an erotic little sprite
Tonight in thigh high black boots with five inch heals
Blush pink fishnets, a skirt that less covers than reveals
A red satin bodice, laced tight in order to increase
Her already ample bosom straining for release
Slowly tapping, in one hand she carries a cane
In the other, some silk cord for use to restrain
She's bold and she's sassy, demanding supplication...
My flame-haired lover, wearing her tempting guise
With me in my bedroom every morning and night
Touching, teasing, tasting, an erotic little sprite
Tonight in thigh high black boots with five inch heals
Blush pink fishnets, a skirt that less covers than reveals
A red satin bodice, laced tight in order to increase
Her already ample bosom straining for release
Slowly tapping, in one hand she carries a cane
In the other, some silk cord for use to restrain
She's bold and she's sassy, demanding supplication...
840 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 00:09am
6th Jun 2012 00:09am
The Battle of Dreams Come True
The Kingdom of Dreams Come True laid defeated, destitute and destroyed.
Knights, squires and pages, the gloriously awe-inspiring war-horses,
despatched to reside in the land of the eternal winds, their influence now void.
Marauding bands of Neverforever warriors despatching all lingering life-forces.
Upon the crumbling battlements, in-between a stoically renaming crenelation,
the Princess could be glimpsed, occasionally peering longingly over the land.
Hoping, wishing, praying to any God that would hear her desperate imploration
for her lover's safe return,...
Knights, squires and pages, the gloriously awe-inspiring war-horses,
despatched to reside in the land of the eternal winds, their influence now void.
Marauding bands of Neverforever warriors despatching all lingering life-forces.
Upon the crumbling battlements, in-between a stoically renaming crenelation,
the Princess could be glimpsed, occasionally peering longingly over the land.
Hoping, wishing, praying to any God that would hear her desperate imploration
for her lover's safe return,...
783 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 3:02pm
5th Jun 2012 3:02pm
The Knight and the Princess
The Knight remains vigilantly on guard,
wounded and bleeding from a crushing defeat in battle,
yet returning to the side his love, his Princess.
He holds a thin single strand of gold,
so brilliant that it appears a star has been forged into its creation,
a rainbow of the rarest jewelled stones embedded on its edges to form a tiara.
He lost weaves and words within the combat, stripped by the NeverForever forces,
managing to retaining their forms and formats for eternity,
held within his heart, he will now only dare to display
the passion...
wounded and bleeding from a crushing defeat in battle,
yet returning to the side his love, his Princess.
He holds a thin single strand of gold,
so brilliant that it appears a star has been forged into its creation,
a rainbow of the rarest jewelled stones embedded on its edges to form a tiara.
He lost weaves and words within the combat, stripped by the NeverForever forces,
managing to retaining their forms and formats for eternity,
held within his heart, he will now only dare to display
the passion...
772 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 1:18am
4th Jun 2012 1:18am
The Discarded Threads of Life
In the suffocating darkness of graveyard midnights,
where ghosts tap-dance a tango of terror
within the mausoleum of discarded dreams.
The omnipresent wraiths chronicle
histories abdicated futures.
Eternally watching the unspent, wasted threads
disperse and flow.
Backwards, into the realms of knots and warped wefts,
the endless entanglements and intertwined fibers
of all the would,could and should have been.
The stagnant, forsaken collisions against alternative,
individualistic fore-ordinations.
Partial threads culminating, ...
where ghosts tap-dance a tango of terror
within the mausoleum of discarded dreams.
The omnipresent wraiths chronicle
histories abdicated futures.
Eternally watching the unspent, wasted threads
disperse and flow.
Backwards, into the realms of knots and warped wefts,
the endless entanglements and intertwined fibers
of all the would,could and should have been.
The stagnant, forsaken collisions against alternative,
individualistic fore-ordinations.
Partial threads culminating, ...
716 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 9:32pm
1st Jun 2012 9:32pm
I'm Insane not a Number
White coats are so yesteryear
now you all walk round in t-shirts
attempting to convince me
you are new-age hippy converts
“To ease your troubled mind”
a week locked in isolation.
Now you're whispering months
of enforced indoctrination.
To suppress my volatile moods
you force-feed me medication
intended to make me pliable
but murdering my motivation
Becoming one of Pavlov's puppy’s
salivating for my freedom
or into a clockwork mannequin
reflexive for no reason
One implemented inducing pain
Two attempted...
now you all walk round in t-shirts
attempting to convince me
you are new-age hippy converts
“To ease your troubled mind”
a week locked in isolation.
Now you're whispering months
of enforced indoctrination.
To suppress my volatile moods
you force-feed me medication
intended to make me pliable
but murdering my motivation
Becoming one of Pavlov's puppy’s
salivating for my freedom
or into a clockwork mannequin
reflexive for no reason
One implemented inducing pain
Two attempted...
727 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2012 8:36pm
30th May 2012 8:36pm
In love with Green Eyes containing a hint of blue
Losing myself in dreams of green with just a subtle hint of blue
My soul-self searching through the ethereal in the hope of reaching you
In the space where the magpies fly, within the vestiges of life’s residue
Flowing on the whispering breeze to the land of 'Dreams Come True'.
Crushed from a life that kicked me down then stamped on every desire
My one escape was writing, creating infinite realms to inspire
The favourite kingdom to escape from the degradation of shames attire,
my own world of 'Dreams Come True' where kindness and love retire
...
My soul-self searching through the ethereal in the hope of reaching you
In the space where the magpies fly, within the vestiges of life’s residue
Flowing on the whispering breeze to the land of 'Dreams Come True'.
Crushed from a life that kicked me down then stamped on every desire
My one escape was writing, creating infinite realms to inspire
The favourite kingdom to escape from the degradation of shames attire,
my own world of 'Dreams Come True' where kindness and love retire
...
1811 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2012 2:51pm
27th May 2012 2:51pm
Meeting Myself, Myself Meeting me {1}
There were dreams this time. There....
never have been before
on all the other occasions I've visited.
Vividly clear, tangibly tactile,
filmed in wide-screen, multi-angled
three dimensional/four dimensional
Dreams?
Realities? Possible.
Alternative universes, just a communal wafer thick.
Here was 'the body of.....a Christ?
Me?
You?
Anything and everything?
Specific points of linear singularity.
Divided and split, split and divided
Some, I recovered and continued living.
In others I died.
I could see all the possible outcomes,...
never have been before
on all the other occasions I've visited.
Vividly clear, tangibly tactile,
filmed in wide-screen, multi-angled
three dimensional/four dimensional
Dreams?
Realities? Possible.
Alternative universes, just a communal wafer thick.
Here was 'the body of.....a Christ?
Me?
You?
Anything and everything?
Specific points of linear singularity.
Divided and split, split and divided
Some, I recovered and continued living.
In others I died.
I could see all the possible outcomes,...
792 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2012 4:17pm
26th May 2012 4:17pm
How Can I Tell You?
I flounder whenever I orchestrate the musical harmony’s
with solely my tone-deaf voice
Yearning to generate a small fraction of the song
my soul sings if I see your picture
I cannot express the shear depths of my feelings
when I try to talk of emotive senses
Longing to tell you how just the mention of your name
can make my heart pound faster
I am unable to draw the tenacious spirals and swirls of my passion
with only pieces of solid chalk
Aching to show you the effects that are induced
whenever my thoughts are of you
I fail to...
with solely my tone-deaf voice
Yearning to generate a small fraction of the song
my soul sings if I see your picture
I cannot express the shear depths of my feelings
when I try to talk of emotive senses
Longing to tell you how just the mention of your name
can make my heart pound faster
I am unable to draw the tenacious spirals and swirls of my passion
with only pieces of solid chalk
Aching to show you the effects that are induced
whenever my thoughts are of you
I fail to...
672 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th May 2012 1:09am
26th May 2012 1:09am
The Island that believed itself God
There was an island that believed itself a God,
standing alone amidst tempestuous gales.
Unbending. Unwavering. Unmoveable.
Time flowed over, around and through it.
Hardcore, heavy duty time.
Nothing ever altered, nothing changed there,
remaining resolutely in a single moment.
Solid. Stoical. Somnolent. Soulless.
A single blink of the universal eye.
Sedentary, sluggishly supine.
The island didn't understand emotional concepts,
it had existed bereft of outside contact.
Independent. Isolated. Individual.
Never...
standing alone amidst tempestuous gales.
Unbending. Unwavering. Unmoveable.
Time flowed over, around and through it.
Hardcore, heavy duty time.
Nothing ever altered, nothing changed there,
remaining resolutely in a single moment.
Solid. Stoical. Somnolent. Soulless.
A single blink of the universal eye.
Sedentary, sluggishly supine.
The island didn't understand emotional concepts,
it had existed bereft of outside contact.
Independent. Isolated. Individual.
Never...
778 reads
6 Comments
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