Submissions by AscensionES (ae)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
Defeatist
Take your trophy
and discard it for scrap.
Vulnerabilities shrouded
in a metaphoric fog
weaving webs of subtlety and surprise.
Weaknesses cloaked,
cast below the surfaces
of strength and grotesque imagery.
Any qualities
deemed worthy to redeem him
tattered bloody, decorations spattered
in a canvas of fragile men
cowering in the darkness.
Fuck the trophies, fuck honour.
I'm more alive
with innocent blood on my hands.
and discard it for scrap.
Vulnerabilities shrouded
in a metaphoric fog
weaving webs of subtlety and surprise.
Weaknesses cloaked,
cast below the surfaces
of strength and grotesque imagery.
Any qualities
deemed worthy to redeem him
tattered bloody, decorations spattered
in a canvas of fragile men
cowering in the darkness.
Fuck the trophies, fuck honour.
I'm more alive
with innocent blood on my hands.
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Cannisters
I find more poetry in silence.
Anger, sadness, joy, fear.
To convey these is to tease you
out of your dearest emotions.
The Hooded Clerics of Old seldom speak of it
you won't find it in poetry, in prose.
It's found sprawled across a sidewalk
covered in shattered glass, vomit and spit
it emits grog.
It sits, decaying in the streets of Los Angeles
dying of diseases, deprived of its poisonous addictions.
It lays in a coffin, six feet deep.
It rests in submerged wreckages of the pacific.
It fed the greens of France,
nutrients...
Anger, sadness, joy, fear.
To convey these is to tease you
out of your dearest emotions.
The Hooded Clerics of Old seldom speak of it
you won't find it in poetry, in prose.
It's found sprawled across a sidewalk
covered in shattered glass, vomit and spit
it emits grog.
It sits, decaying in the streets of Los Angeles
dying of diseases, deprived of its poisonous addictions.
It lays in a coffin, six feet deep.
It rests in submerged wreckages of the pacific.
It fed the greens of France,
nutrients...
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Certainly the Fire
There are fires
and there is uncertainty;
that corrals the uncertain.
Panic that scatters them.
I sit here and burn.
Having lost what I have
and taken from every loss a lesson.
I find that my searing flesh
is bearable.
I take from this heat
severed nerve endings
severed reminders
and turned
every burn and every scar.
Lessons, hard ones.
That rarely, if ever
come cheap.
If I were to detach,
turn away and burn endlessly in anger. ...
and there is uncertainty;
that corrals the uncertain.
Panic that scatters them.
I sit here and burn.
Having lost what I have
and taken from every loss a lesson.
I find that my searing flesh
is bearable.
I take from this heat
severed nerve endings
severed reminders
and turned
every burn and every scar.
Lessons, hard ones.
That rarely, if ever
come cheap.
If I were to detach,
turn away and burn endlessly in anger. ...
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Inhale
The tiles, cracked and scattered across the carpet.
An open archway illuminates the kitchen to the lounge room.
out reached the moonlight is feeble
Chairs and a table; other insignificant witnesses - hardened melt for dining wear.
Belts, buckles and blankets, breathe them in.
you'll inhale reminiscence; lost entities and souls
of innocence, guilt. The curtains blackened
the fragile lacquer of Wooden oak, in pieces.
Blackened little pieces, everything taken in the thickness
of fire, stricken in flames and shrouded in a poisonous smoke.
Shoes,...
An open archway illuminates the kitchen to the lounge room.
out reached the moonlight is feeble
Chairs and a table; other insignificant witnesses - hardened melt for dining wear.
Belts, buckles and blankets, breathe them in.
you'll inhale reminiscence; lost entities and souls
of innocence, guilt. The curtains blackened
the fragile lacquer of Wooden oak, in pieces.
Blackened little pieces, everything taken in the thickness
of fire, stricken in flames and shrouded in a poisonous smoke.
Shoes,...
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Break dawn, break light.
He'll die
again and again
Playing out; set on repeat.
Mist settles above the stillness
and lisps the water's edge.
Its harmony gracing
the ever dull,
moon lit sands.
I thought I'd escape
just for a little while.
Drink
and sing
to drown him out.
Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
I remember her jagged edge,
rigid
and cruel.
Twisting into her
forced attempt to comfort
Hardly...
again and again
Playing out; set on repeat.
Mist settles above the stillness
and lisps the water's edge.
Its harmony gracing
the ever dull,
moon lit sands.
I thought I'd escape
just for a little while.
Drink
and sing
to drown him out.
Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
I remember her jagged edge,
rigid
and cruel.
Twisting into her
forced attempt to comfort
Hardly...
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Cold Metal, Smooth Lips
He'd die
again and again
Playing out; set on repeat.
I'm within a closed,
private cinema.
I thought I'd escape
just for a little while.
Drink
and sing
to drown him out.
Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
I lied to me.
Louder,
he screams.
Softer,
I sing.
I cannot ignore,
I drink again.
I walk
through the dark
to a point where I stop
this point,
here.
A...
again and again
Playing out; set on repeat.
I'm within a closed,
private cinema.
I thought I'd escape
just for a little while.
Drink
and sing
to drown him out.
Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
I lied to me.
Louder,
he screams.
Softer,
I sing.
I cannot ignore,
I drink again.
I walk
through the dark
to a point where I stop
this point,
here.
A...
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The Waters Drag me
I sift
through diluted waters
tainted in blood.
Of those I loved
Of those who sought elimination.
I see them all before me
speaking in tongues I shouldn't understand
and sing in songs
of lives I have taken
and lost.
There he sits
within my cataracts
but a mere memory.
There, she embraces him.
Her, of my deepest affection
They cannot be real
They're both here,
before me.
Caressing my trigger finger,
soothing my nerves
relaxing me.
But now wind gusts
cast them...
through diluted waters
tainted in blood.
Of those I loved
Of those who sought elimination.
I see them all before me
speaking in tongues I shouldn't understand
and sing in songs
of lives I have taken
and lost.
There he sits
within my cataracts
but a mere memory.
There, she embraces him.
Her, of my deepest affection
They cannot be real
They're both here,
before me.
Caressing my trigger finger,
soothing my nerves
relaxing me.
But now wind gusts
cast them...
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Acquiescence to Sand, to Stone.
The Ocean's edge
divided, then merged again
between water and sand
cold
and hot.
Trickling sand blisters
the skin between my toes
I step forward into the water
And I begin to wade
I grasp
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
countering the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
penetrating my outer layer
it tears into my soul.
Its grip,
rigid as the pebbles beneath me
Each pebble holds its own memory
each pebble holds my own memories.
The water trickles through my hair
and settles on the surface....
divided, then merged again
between water and sand
cold
and hot.
Trickling sand blisters
the skin between my toes
I step forward into the water
And I begin to wade
I grasp
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
countering the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
penetrating my outer layer
it tears into my soul.
Its grip,
rigid as the pebbles beneath me
Each pebble holds its own memory
each pebble holds my own memories.
The water trickles through my hair
and settles on the surface....
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My Strength will Fade
Through the waters,
I wave.
Grasping the
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
to counter the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
claiming souls
left, lifeless
rigid as the pebbles beneath me
I am not afraid to cry
the tears remind me that I am still a Man.
That even now, I feel
memories cannot be drowned
be it in the Ocean
the lake
the river
or a 1 room motel with enough grog
to kill me twelve times over.
I bleed upon the stone,
becoming drenched,
they siphon through me ...
I wave.
Grasping the
passing driftwood
arms outreached,
to counter the darkness.
Its emptiness constricting
claiming souls
left, lifeless
rigid as the pebbles beneath me
I am not afraid to cry
the tears remind me that I am still a Man.
That even now, I feel
memories cannot be drowned
be it in the Ocean
the lake
the river
or a 1 room motel with enough grog
to kill me twelve times over.
I bleed upon the stone,
becoming drenched,
they siphon through me ...
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Euan isn't coming Home (Part 2)
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 loss, and death.
I...
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 loss, and death.
I...
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Euan isn't coming home
I struggle to accept you're gone,
It doesn't seem real,
it isn't real.
quando omnia aliorum deficiunt
I've lost you,
alongside all my hopes and fears
sorrow can't be suspended.
I haven't anything to lose
now that I've lost you.
I could tell,
you would've grown old
you would've looked just like me
same jaw, resembling smiles
and you would've had your mother's eyes.
a deep sea blue, anchoring into my soul.
I'll scream to you
into the sky.
I'd be better off believing ...
It doesn't seem real,
it isn't real.
quando omnia aliorum deficiunt
I've lost you,
alongside all my hopes and fears
sorrow can't be suspended.
I haven't anything to lose
now that I've lost you.
I could tell,
you would've grown old
you would've looked just like me
same jaw, resembling smiles
and you would've had your mother's eyes.
a deep sea blue, anchoring into my soul.
I'll scream to you
into the sky.
I'd be better off believing ...
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Poetry's become a Whore
I am a Poet
can't you tell?
I'm better than you,
can't you see?
Poetry, she is mine
she belongs to me
not I to her.
I whore her out night by night.
I haven't shame,
I haven't a care for her finer lines
her definite features, no.
Oh, no.
I really couldn't care for her.
Nor her metaphoric posture
slouching so
to the extent her breasts have sagged
and her rear raised
eager for my pounding.
Her lines are better than yours
her lines more smooth.
No matter how I neglect her.
Still, she remains...
can't you tell?
I'm better than you,
can't you see?
Poetry, she is mine
she belongs to me
not I to her.
I whore her out night by night.
I haven't shame,
I haven't a care for her finer lines
her definite features, no.
Oh, no.
I really couldn't care for her.
Nor her metaphoric posture
slouching so
to the extent her breasts have sagged
and her rear raised
eager for my pounding.
Her lines are better than yours
her lines more smooth.
No matter how I neglect her.
Still, she remains...
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