Submissions by A_Conduit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing out of necessity
DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 7:10pm
8th Sep 2014 7:10pm
Doctrine of Dependency
Duct tape smells so fucking clinical
The soles of leather shoes, the rubber on the inside of a tennis ball
Singular potency's of chemical sanitation
It's weave like a bandage leaves red checkers on my face
To blend with each new scratch purposefully placed
Stroke the beard of age before shaving the skin from my flesh
Hair still growing, mind numb, thoughts stopping
Dreaming, senseless and maddening
Rub my eyes with my sleeve, the blood from exposed wounds stains my features
Let me bleed as the fraudulent statues of martyred falsified saints
Do you see...
The soles of leather shoes, the rubber on the inside of a tennis ball
Singular potency's of chemical sanitation
It's weave like a bandage leaves red checkers on my face
To blend with each new scratch purposefully placed
Stroke the beard of age before shaving the skin from my flesh
Hair still growing, mind numb, thoughts stopping
Dreaming, senseless and maddening
Rub my eyes with my sleeve, the blood from exposed wounds stains my features
Let me bleed as the fraudulent statues of martyred falsified saints
Do you see...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 3:03pm
1st Aug 2014 3:03pm
Type for Help
Shallow eulogies wrote with a mass of emoticons, and no emotion
False love offered up on a screen to try and preserve a life.
Only true feelings presented are those of the keys beneath your fingers as you type.
Another internet threat of suicide from another teen too scared to try,
So we tell them they're great, but we can't say why.
And if they ask for a reason to live, we throw out generic lies,
Because we don't really know them.
We'll say the same stuff every time but none of it applies to their own night fantasies,
We find out it wasn't serious if they buy...
False love offered up on a screen to try and preserve a life.
Only true feelings presented are those of the keys beneath your fingers as you type.
Another internet threat of suicide from another teen too scared to try,
So we tell them they're great, but we can't say why.
And if they ask for a reason to live, we throw out generic lies,
Because we don't really know them.
We'll say the same stuff every time but none of it applies to their own night fantasies,
We find out it wasn't serious if they buy...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 2:31pm
29th Jul 2014 2:31pm
Metaphor's for suicide
Cheap, simple, short
Sinking as a seed into the floor
Under an ever dimmer sun
Initial thoughts tell of a clear sky
Clouded they shut out the light
Ignorance compares itself to wilted flowers
Dying beneath feeble streaks of rain
Eager to lay within their roots
Sinking as a seed into the floor
Under an ever dimmer sun
Initial thoughts tell of a clear sky
Clouded they shut out the light
Ignorance compares itself to wilted flowers
Dying beneath feeble streaks of rain
Eager to lay within their roots
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 4:35am
29th Jul 2014 4:35am
Life clicked past
Twenty to five, another Tuesday morning.
And I've already watched too many life's pass
On a common death-based web page.
Sipping coffee as a woman gasps,
I blow steam from the cups rim,
And her chest deflates steadily.
Foreign tongues all scream murder.
Growing harder at the sight of asphyxiation.
In a world of electric, death should be broadcast.
Texas farmer massacre and Iraqi chainsaw beheading's
Living things turned to corpses and flicked past,
Another skit clip of a throat slit
Join the trend, to upload an end
Hosted but quickly...
And I've already watched too many life's pass
On a common death-based web page.
Sipping coffee as a woman gasps,
I blow steam from the cups rim,
And her chest deflates steadily.
Foreign tongues all scream murder.
Growing harder at the sight of asphyxiation.
In a world of electric, death should be broadcast.
Texas farmer massacre and Iraqi chainsaw beheading's
Living things turned to corpses and flicked past,
Another skit clip of a throat slit
Join the trend, to upload an end
Hosted but quickly...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 1:21am
23rd Jul 2014 1:21am
My cult
I want to start a new cult
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jul 2014 3:58pm
19th Jul 2014 3:58pm
Mother, I want to miss you
No idea where this actually belongs.
I know my mother better than most, but I barely see her
We live in the same town, but if we pass each other in the street we look the other way
Ignoring one another, a relationship which seems weaker with every silent encounter
But it never really existed, so why would we, how could we, speak
I still try with her on occasion, but I hate too much and so does she
So when I go round her house to try and rebuild, we just tear it down some more
I don't care for her, but that is the problem I have
Dragged up is too easy, I...
I know my mother better than most, but I barely see her
We live in the same town, but if we pass each other in the street we look the other way
Ignoring one another, a relationship which seems weaker with every silent encounter
But it never really existed, so why would we, how could we, speak
I still try with her on occasion, but I hate too much and so does she
So when I go round her house to try and rebuild, we just tear it down some more
I don't care for her, but that is the problem I have
Dragged up is too easy, I...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Jul 2014 2:32pm
19th Jul 2014 2:32pm
Another lazy day
It's another day, as they always are, and I'm still sitting on my ass
I'm lazy and obsolete, sitting in the grass to rest sore unused feet
I'm sitting on my ass wondering what the fuck I'm going to eat
Watching the shadows pass me by, waiting for the sun to set so I can get to sleep
But I swear I don't close my eyes till it starts to rise
The beginning of the end for another timeless week
I'm wasting away, just sitting here waiting for a better day
Just waiting for a better day, just waiting, testing my faith
And I'm not seeing any difference, my...
I'm lazy and obsolete, sitting in the grass to rest sore unused feet
I'm sitting on my ass wondering what the fuck I'm going to eat
Watching the shadows pass me by, waiting for the sun to set so I can get to sleep
But I swear I don't close my eyes till it starts to rise
The beginning of the end for another timeless week
I'm wasting away, just sitting here waiting for a better day
Just waiting for a better day, just waiting, testing my faith
And I'm not seeing any difference, my...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 2:48am
15th Jul 2014 2:48am
Haunt The Ghost
Maybe belongs in prose.
I'm going to take someone, the first person I see in the middle of nowhere,
And tie them down in the back of a van.
I'll make them believe this world is hell,
And I am the demon without the headlines,
Just laugh lines which sporadically switch to sullen frowns.
Scream for me and I will cry with you.
I want to torture them, for a week at least,
Straining at their bindings until sanity breaks.
I don't want to kill them.
I want to cause them so much pain that they die.
I'll have mirrors placed all around,
And a ouija...
I'm going to take someone, the first person I see in the middle of nowhere,
And tie them down in the back of a van.
I'll make them believe this world is hell,
And I am the demon without the headlines,
Just laugh lines which sporadically switch to sullen frowns.
Scream for me and I will cry with you.
I want to torture them, for a week at least,
Straining at their bindings until sanity breaks.
I don't want to kill them.
I want to cause them so much pain that they die.
I'll have mirrors placed all around,
And a ouija...
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