Submissions by AscensionES (ae)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
Another 15 Minutes
I'll take the blackness every day
shudder as I collapse into the tunnel.
10 minutes of putrid fucking hell
and the 5 minutes of heavenly warmth.
Breathe life into me
bring me back from the outer plane
I escaped eternity.
shudder as I collapse into the tunnel.
10 minutes of putrid fucking hell
and the 5 minutes of heavenly warmth.
Breathe life into me
bring me back from the outer plane
I escaped eternity.
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Breathe
To become blooming flowers
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
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15 Minutes of Hell
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
Heat, it's intense
jolting my system into effect.
Warmth, freeing me
as the chains dissolve, I break.
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
A seemingly never...
before
your
god
and
pray.
Heat, it's intense
jolting my system into effect.
Warmth, freeing me
as the chains dissolve, I break.
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
A seemingly never...
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I taste it
I could set the scene
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
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Of Vultures and Men (Collaboration with Atakti)
Her tempestuous fire boils the snow,
becoming enticing vapour, between parted lips.
Siphoning this precious moment, I submit.
Submission ripped from scarred, twisted hands
raised up to coal grey skies
is the ritual that entraps history.
Thunderous intent silencing determined battle cries
every strike, lightning - a bellowing thunder.
Dispersing charlatans, one solemn soldier stands.
A solitary tree burns, crashing branches
hurtling down, around the blood streaks
of broken fighters on the ground.
The...
becoming enticing vapour, between parted lips.
Siphoning this precious moment, I submit.
Submission ripped from scarred, twisted hands
raised up to coal grey skies
is the ritual that entraps history.
Thunderous intent silencing determined battle cries
every strike, lightning - a bellowing thunder.
Dispersing charlatans, one solemn soldier stands.
A solitary tree burns, crashing branches
hurtling down, around the blood streaks
of broken fighters on the ground.
The...
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Hate f**k (c**t-struck)
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The Indifferent and the Dead.
They're not ready
to leave the tree.
The little birds
chirping merrily.
They're too far
into bliss,
into life and its repetitive cycles.
I'd equate them to pigeons
lining their pockets in profitable seed.
Their trunks,
their branches
and their leaves decay.
Take their debts
their sins,
their Gods
and set them adrift.
In losing everything
to death,
and to despair
I've detached from these pigeons...
to leave the tree.
The little birds
chirping merrily.
They're too far
into bliss,
into life and its repetitive cycles.
I'd equate them to pigeons
lining their pockets in profitable seed.
Their trunks,
their branches
and their leaves decay.
Take their debts
their sins,
their Gods
and set them adrift.
In losing everything
to death,
and to despair
I've detached from these pigeons...
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Wargasm
Pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti,
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull.
I place barrel to temple, pull.
They're screaming through their exit wounds.
still remembering their names, their faces,
pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti.
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull.
I place barrel to temple, pull.
They're screaming through their exit wounds.
still remembering their names, their faces,
pieces rain like blood-tattered confetti.
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Two Reminders and a Torched Home
The fragments are scattered across the bathroom floor
photo frames, the shattered glasses of photo frames
and bottles of bourbon. Cocaine glistening from my fingertips
and smeared across my fucking face.
There I am, holding her. I never cried so much in my life.
Despondent, detached it's as if she's disconnected from reality
when I need her the most. We both lost in the
heaviness of the dawn. The feeble sunlight avoiding us.
Left in the shadows of despair and darkness a poisonous erroding
whatever love we have left. I can't stop...
photo frames, the shattered glasses of photo frames
and bottles of bourbon. Cocaine glistening from my fingertips
and smeared across my fucking face.
There I am, holding her. I never cried so much in my life.
Despondent, detached it's as if she's disconnected from reality
when I need her the most. We both lost in the
heaviness of the dawn. The feeble sunlight avoiding us.
Left in the shadows of despair and darkness a poisonous erroding
whatever love we have left. I can't stop...
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Bound to Violence (Take a back seat)
Take the knife to the life line
and hold it to your throat.
Say you love me one more time.
I'm struggling to resist, don't persist in my cravings.
I love the sight of your throat slashed
and your blood spraying out, an enthralling image
to say the least. I'd call it a decorative splatter.
I'll always imagine loving you, imagining it now.
I imagine death in its many forms, its many images
in an explicit pornographic flick. I take enjoyment
in...
and hold it to your throat.
Say you love me one more time.
I'm struggling to resist, don't persist in my cravings.
I love the sight of your throat slashed
and your blood spraying out, an enthralling image
to say the least. I'd call it a decorative splatter.
I'll always imagine loving you, imagining it now.
I imagine death in its many forms, its many images
in an explicit pornographic flick. I take enjoyment
in...
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Rest your finger on the trigger
It's cold here.
Here, in this place
where sorrows can be traded for a shot
of your spirit of preference.
It is here, where men try to forget
of all they have lost,
and what they've failed to achieve
And it is here I sit
simply just another man
with his sorrow mixed
with every drink I order.
Stinging, burning my throat
and lighting a fire in my chest.
I've knocked one too many back
and I'm close to passing out
Home,
I never really cared,
it's just a fucking house.
Creaking with every step
of...
Here, in this place
where sorrows can be traded for a shot
of your spirit of preference.
It is here, where men try to forget
of all they have lost,
and what they've failed to achieve
And it is here I sit
simply just another man
with his sorrow mixed
with every drink I order.
Stinging, burning my throat
and lighting a fire in my chest.
I've knocked one too many back
and I'm close to passing out
Home,
I never really cared,
it's just a fucking house.
Creaking with every step
of...
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f**k your God
Have I told you
of him?
The vessel of God's wrath
bringing forth lessons drenched
in innocent blood.
Of shattered hopes
and realised fears?
I tell you now
he is dead and buried.
And her,
a bitter memory of something
I apparently don't deserve to have.
Fucking buried.
I held her hand
until her nails shredded my skin.
My intentions are all the same
I felt ready to...
of him?
The vessel of God's wrath
bringing forth lessons drenched
in innocent blood.
Of shattered hopes
and realised fears?
I tell you now
he is dead and buried.
And her,
a bitter memory of something
I apparently don't deserve to have.
Fucking buried.
I held her hand
until her nails shredded my skin.
My intentions are all the same
I felt ready to...
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