Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
Beauty And The Beast
beauty is my cruelty, beauty is my beast
I awaken it from slumber and upon me it feasts
staring wide, hypnotized by nothing
relate to something
now please relate I need my share
that flickering lamp in the dark
attracting the moths from my inner sanctum
like blind ghosts haunting a fearless glow in the void
sleepless nights conjure memories buried under ice
cold and steel
paper cuts from decaying wounds
see the blood. taste the blood
6 more lines share my wrists
come care for me now
I abandon you all
dripping away my...
I awaken it from slumber and upon me it feasts
staring wide, hypnotized by nothing
relate to something
now please relate I need my share
that flickering lamp in the dark
attracting the moths from my inner sanctum
like blind ghosts haunting a fearless glow in the void
sleepless nights conjure memories buried under ice
cold and steel
paper cuts from decaying wounds
see the blood. taste the blood
6 more lines share my wrists
come care for me now
I abandon you all
dripping away my...
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Ravenous
The lucid hours of an inarticulate day,
crying out to your disarray,
bored and dead you stare away,
no friend to stay, I finally pray.
Missing you like the falling rain,
scour the stones on the crescent field,
it calls to you, like a weeping vane,
this rotting heart needs a shield.
Torn to shreds, as autumn dreads,
the cold bites on her naked breast,
bare it all, she will - for me,
the submission in her eyes, so serene.
The sweetest of poisons she is,
but how could a mortal man resist?
when everything’s fair...
crying out to your disarray,
bored and dead you stare away,
no friend to stay, I finally pray.
Missing you like the falling rain,
scour the stones on the crescent field,
it calls to you, like a weeping vane,
this rotting heart needs a shield.
Torn to shreds, as autumn dreads,
the cold bites on her naked breast,
bare it all, she will - for me,
the submission in her eyes, so serene.
The sweetest of poisons she is,
but how could a mortal man resist?
when everything’s fair...
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Closure
how beautiful the dust of angelic lust
she weeps and sobs for i leave her now
moving on and away somehow
ice is my core, solid and thick
the warmth does not penetrate this brick
betrayer of souls, of love, of emotions
blinded by the madness of my hate
i see her weak, i see her broken
yet i do not see her the way she see’s me
she can never know the face behind the mask
a story for nightmares to ruin your dreams
wake up, wake up and see the day
dawn has shinned on your disarray
i know you’ll find a better way
now one is lost...
she weeps and sobs for i leave her now
moving on and away somehow
ice is my core, solid and thick
the warmth does not penetrate this brick
betrayer of souls, of love, of emotions
blinded by the madness of my hate
i see her weak, i see her broken
yet i do not see her the way she see’s me
she can never know the face behind the mask
a story for nightmares to ruin your dreams
wake up, wake up and see the day
dawn has shinned on your disarray
i know you’ll find a better way
now one is lost...
1096 reads
16 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by 13