Submissions by A_Conduit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing out of necessity
Charred Flesh (short)
I remember looking at fly’s, spider’s or birds burn
The sight was forgettable, the smell disgusting
So why is that same smell now so comforting.
Burning flesh brings nothing new
Soldering iron plunged into my thigh
Not a speck of blood, just a blackened white ring,
Instant cell destruction, with absolutely no feeling.
Done for a smell
To remember a sight:
I think it was a sea gull
Forced to play a phoenix,
Even then we knew it was a secret.
Dirty boys in ripped clothing have to dream.
We were magicians until it stopped moving, ...
The sight was forgettable, the smell disgusting
So why is that same smell now so comforting.
Burning flesh brings nothing new
Soldering iron plunged into my thigh
Not a speck of blood, just a blackened white ring,
Instant cell destruction, with absolutely no feeling.
Done for a smell
To remember a sight:
I think it was a sea gull
Forced to play a phoenix,
Even then we knew it was a secret.
Dirty boys in ripped clothing have to dream.
We were magicians until it stopped moving, ...
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Notebook Extract 1
I have kept notebooks for a few years now, and I return to write pieces on a daily basis, everything goes in, from poems to phrases, quotes and daily records, perhaps it's like a diary, though I don't tend to think of it in that way, it is definitely auto-biographical on the whole. Hopefully a few of you will enjoy whichever bits and pieces I put up, most probably two pages a day. Kicking it off with a slightly darker extract, Let you know what you'll be in for.
I'm desperately seeking questions to which there are no answers
not even half-formed, clouded fragments of clarity...
I'm desperately seeking questions to which there are no answers
not even half-formed, clouded fragments of clarity...
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Get Me Off
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Post-Pubescent Experiences
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Suicidal Initiation
Burden me with the error's committed throughout your life,
Let us both linger on them.
Your wretchedness is most welcome here,
We will peel the scabs from your wounds,
To pronounce the scars.
The separation of flesh, a suicidal initiation.
Let us don a gown to lay upon the gurney,
May It be the coroner who removes our sheet in the morning.
What addiction shall we trade today?,
You go cold and I’ll be sick.
The UV will grant us true vision,
But we must close our eyes.
Appreciate nothing but your self deprivation,
Allow the lucid...
Let us both linger on them.
Your wretchedness is most welcome here,
We will peel the scabs from your wounds,
To pronounce the scars.
The separation of flesh, a suicidal initiation.
Let us don a gown to lay upon the gurney,
May It be the coroner who removes our sheet in the morning.
What addiction shall we trade today?,
You go cold and I’ll be sick.
The UV will grant us true vision,
But we must close our eyes.
Appreciate nothing but your self deprivation,
Allow the lucid...
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Lost Innocence
An innocent creature is screaming at the night-light,
Desperate to cling onto it's dreams.
For what needs to be fixed if you cannot see what is broken,
Scanning the insides of it's eyelids to find imagination.
The crack in the door let's in a light which splits the sky.
Fear waits in a lit hall as stumbling footsteps and staggering shadows,
The only time a voice is loud enough to be distinct,
It is raised to abuse something raised for abuse.
The cot is scattered across the room,
And the screws sit within a bag which threatens to suffocate.
Early to...
Desperate to cling onto it's dreams.
For what needs to be fixed if you cannot see what is broken,
Scanning the insides of it's eyelids to find imagination.
The crack in the door let's in a light which splits the sky.
Fear waits in a lit hall as stumbling footsteps and staggering shadows,
The only time a voice is loud enough to be distinct,
It is raised to abuse something raised for abuse.
The cot is scattered across the room,
And the screws sit within a bag which threatens to suffocate.
Early to...
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