Submissions by AscensionES (ae)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 8:27am
4th Sep 2014 8:27am
ae
So many years in question
wandering the dark forests
through the awe-inspiring rainfall
shrouding the horizon before me
I raise my hand into my shadow
in an attempt to reassemble
prying out the third eye
I hover through the storm clouds
my pillar of faith has ascended.
wandering the dark forests
through the awe-inspiring rainfall
shrouding the horizon before me
I raise my hand into my shadow
in an attempt to reassemble
prying out the third eye
I hover through the storm clouds
my pillar of faith has ascended.
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 10:34pm
31st Aug 2014 10:34pm
Faded
I fell into the tunnel again,
fade away, slipped away,
scattered my consciousness
again today.
I know the pieces fit.
I lost 3 of them,
Still have another 5
But I haven't come across
the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th
14th, 15th or the 16th.
15 steps into hell
for the only step into Heaven.
Prying open the third eye
Fill my emptiness
with enlightenment
as I inhale the intoxicating
smoke of ambition
and once I exhale
the smog of the Boilers of Fear
I die all over again.
fade away, slipped away,
scattered my consciousness
again today.
I know the pieces fit.
I lost 3 of them,
Still have another 5
But I haven't come across
the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th
14th, 15th or the 16th.
15 steps into hell
for the only step into Heaven.
Prying open the third eye
Fill my emptiness
with enlightenment
as I inhale the intoxicating
smoke of ambition
and once I exhale
the smog of the Boilers of Fear
I die all over again.
62 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 10:48am
26th Aug 2014 10:48am
- KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD AND PRAY -
Hey, Evan. You worthless fuck.
How DARE you for not being a thieving piece of shit sloshed across the pavement, how dare you for pulling your ass off welfare and getting work, I won't have any of that; here's a fuckwit that causes you to smash up your car, how DARE you for trying to get ahead, here's MORE debt for you to pay off you sneaky fucker, how DARE you for pulling your worthless parasitic leech ass in gear and trying to do what you feel is right, I GRACED your insignificant black heart with life, you're here now and you didn't ask for it, How DARE you trying to help your...
How DARE you for not being a thieving piece of shit sloshed across the pavement, how dare you for pulling your ass off welfare and getting work, I won't have any of that; here's a fuckwit that causes you to smash up your car, how DARE you for trying to get ahead, here's MORE debt for you to pay off you sneaky fucker, how DARE you for pulling your worthless parasitic leech ass in gear and trying to do what you feel is right, I GRACED your insignificant black heart with life, you're here now and you didn't ask for it, How DARE you trying to help your...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 12:32pm
15th Aug 2014 12:32pm
The Humbling River
I work harder when it's freezing,
that time of day where the frost
coats the tip of the grass blade
and when the ice has amassed
on the windshield of your car.
Nothing but shadows with the occasional
streak of sunlight split between the trees,
branches and bark, illuminating the hollow
holes of autumn leaves, a reminder that
even death is beautiful.
I turn away from the car, and break into
a light jog with a bag full of gear.
Further ahead there is an opening
where there is always...
that time of day where the frost
coats the tip of the grass blade
and when the ice has amassed
on the windshield of your car.
Nothing but shadows with the occasional
streak of sunlight split between the trees,
branches and bark, illuminating the hollow
holes of autumn leaves, a reminder that
even death is beautiful.
I turn away from the car, and break into
a light jog with a bag full of gear.
Further ahead there is an opening
where there is always...
80 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 3:30am
29th Jul 2014 3:30am
An Artist in Arizona Bay
Beyond bustling backstreets further
bound to the brick, two carcasses
rest. I know of their faces but not
of their names. Two Arteries slashed
those being, carotid and femoral.
Caroline and Frank
They rest, pressed against sinister
brick, a deceptive stench to
the nostril will mislead, slightly pleasant
perfumes and aftershave distinctively
please the policemen. That is, until
they step closer, beyond the candles
the altar,
the holy trinity. ...
bound to the brick, two carcasses
rest. I know of their faces but not
of their names. Two Arteries slashed
those being, carotid and femoral.
Caroline and Frank
They rest, pressed against sinister
brick, a deceptive stench to
the nostril will mislead, slightly pleasant
perfumes and aftershave distinctively
please the policemen. That is, until
they step closer, beyond the candles
the altar,
the holy trinity. ...
100 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 6:20am
27th Jul 2014 6:20am
May Beauty weed the Riverbed (revision)
Brothers stand together,
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain...
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain...
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8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 1:39pm
26th Jul 2014 1:39pm
Floods
Waist deep in the strengthening waters,
skimming my hands across its surface.
I disperse its reflections
of the moon,
of the clouds
of what I barely recognize as my face.
Metal sheeting, broken brick and brimstone
hurtling through, colliding in between
breaking apart in its multiple pieces
jagged edge drawing blood upon a cut
and the waters have their first taste
the waters shudder, drawing its breath
in anticipation of the kill.
Bodies float face...
skimming my hands across its surface.
I disperse its reflections
of the moon,
of the clouds
of what I barely recognize as my face.
Metal sheeting, broken brick and brimstone
hurtling through, colliding in between
breaking apart in its multiple pieces
jagged edge drawing blood upon a cut
and the waters have their first taste
the waters shudder, drawing its breath
in anticipation of the kill.
Bodies float face...
67 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 2:37pm
22nd Jul 2014 2:37pm
Ash tree
I smoothen my skin by the riverbed
the plain, lightly scented coolness of the morning dew
lends a source of clarity
the cleansing
the running of my hands through my hair
the stricken chest of inhaling the renewal
For the first time,
I let the blood go.
Swirling on the waters edge
becoming the dew, the mist
and the water that falls
alleviating the pressure
weighing down on weary eyes.
I haven't slept,
I haven't dreamed.
I haven't...
the plain, lightly scented coolness of the morning dew
lends a source of clarity
the cleansing
the running of my hands through my hair
the stricken chest of inhaling the renewal
For the first time,
I let the blood go.
Swirling on the waters edge
becoming the dew, the mist
and the water that falls
alleviating the pressure
weighing down on weary eyes.
I haven't slept,
I haven't dreamed.
I haven't...
69 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 3:45pm
8th Jul 2014 3:45pm
H.
I haven't slept since
I hooked up that used ceiling fan
circularly hurdling
caught in the motions of consequence
upon the flick of a fucking switch.
That same ceiling fan
hanging by bare wires
on a 22 degree tilt
barely scraping the ceiling paint
of the ceiling that
tolerates its dead weight.
Like me, that crumbling second hand ceiling fan
still has its uses, serves its intended purpose even.
And that's why I can't stop staring at the fucking thing
Like an evaporating mud pool on the sidewalk ...
I hooked up that used ceiling fan
circularly hurdling
caught in the motions of consequence
upon the flick of a fucking switch.
That same ceiling fan
hanging by bare wires
on a 22 degree tilt
barely scraping the ceiling paint
of the ceiling that
tolerates its dead weight.
Like me, that crumbling second hand ceiling fan
still has its uses, serves its intended purpose even.
And that's why I can't stop staring at the fucking thing
Like an evaporating mud pool on the sidewalk ...
119 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2014 1:33pm
4th Jul 2014 1:33pm
4th, July.
Open my heart
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
73 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 11:09am
4th Jun 2014 11:09am
The Harder Side of f**k All.
178 reads
9 Comments
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