Submissions by Duncan (Duncan Alexander)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about life, love, pain and drugs. I have all these thoughts shouting for attention, sometimes I can summon the strength to grab a few of the louder ones and put them on paper.
mind Gravy
Wh, wh, wh
whords, whirling round and round
in and out
flouting their nonsensicality,
one second disjointed
the next pointed
Ticking back and forth
a metronomic mindlessness
that takes too many words,
that I know
will still never be enough,
to express or impress
on any person
But I try nonetheless
as if it's not nothing
I can't help
but try my best
which leaves me no space
in my mind
for the concept of rest
and an insurmountable amount
on my chest.
[I wrote this a little while ago and...
whords, whirling round and round
in and out
flouting their nonsensicality,
one second disjointed
the next pointed
Ticking back and forth
a metronomic mindlessness
that takes too many words,
that I know
will still never be enough,
to express or impress
on any person
But I try nonetheless
as if it's not nothing
I can't help
but try my best
which leaves me no space
in my mind
for the concept of rest
and an insurmountable amount
on my chest.
[I wrote this a little while ago and...
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I Met a Woman
I met a woman
her company was bliss,
time spent apart
rosetinted the memories
creating exponential awesomeness
It became something,
something almost feared
the most attractive of addictions
I fell back to earth
to find in reality
she's more than amazing for me.
her company was bliss,
time spent apart
rosetinted the memories
creating exponential awesomeness
It became something,
something almost feared
the most attractive of addictions
I fell back to earth
to find in reality
she's more than amazing for me.
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The Unfortunate Empath
When I let myself
I see into people,
what they think
how they think
what they feel
but opening yourself to them
fosters chaos in me
I understand the broken
and the damned,
the killers
and the captives,
the newly weds
and the nearly deads
I bask in joy
and am blown away by love
am astounded by respect
and elated by the carefree feeling music arouses
like life is happening
and there's nothing but "the now"
Beyond that though,
I am torn by hate
drowned by sorrow
and floored by...
I see into people,
what they think
how they think
what they feel
but opening yourself to them
fosters chaos in me
I understand the broken
and the damned,
the killers
and the captives,
the newly weds
and the nearly deads
I bask in joy
and am blown away by love
am astounded by respect
and elated by the carefree feeling music arouses
like life is happening
and there's nothing but "the now"
Beyond that though,
I am torn by hate
drowned by sorrow
and floored by...
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Someone Worth It
I've found someone
with a beautiful mind,
a beatific being
with an incredible intellect
That accepts what insanity
she's seen from me
actually enjoying the crazy
and what some might call creepy
that I've let out
A person I cherish every moment with
whom I have in the back of my mind all day, everyday
finding comfort in our shared emotional shit
and caring about what she has to say
I'm in mid-leap off a cliff
brimming with all the faith
I've refused to invest in anything for so long,
having gotten by this far
by...
with a beautiful mind,
a beatific being
with an incredible intellect
That accepts what insanity
she's seen from me
actually enjoying the crazy
and what some might call creepy
that I've let out
A person I cherish every moment with
whom I have in the back of my mind all day, everyday
finding comfort in our shared emotional shit
and caring about what she has to say
I'm in mid-leap off a cliff
brimming with all the faith
I've refused to invest in anything for so long,
having gotten by this far
by...
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Frustration
I'm going to break something,
I can feel myself tensing my body,
muscle, by muscle
cycling through my means
to an(indirectly) self-destructive end
I'm poised to pounce
utterly over wound,
coiled,
to lash out
at the next unlucky irritant
I feel utterly unstable,
ready to kick the crap
out of some anally retentive cunt.
I can feel myself tensing my body,
muscle, by muscle
cycling through my means
to an(indirectly) self-destructive end
I'm poised to pounce
utterly over wound,
coiled,
to lash out
at the next unlucky irritant
I feel utterly unstable,
ready to kick the crap
out of some anally retentive cunt.
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When Mind and Matter Mix
A susurrus
between this world
and my next
Everyone of my solitary sessions
comes with a myriad of questions
and leaves me with the impression
that I'll never find the words
for my confessions
It's a nasty twist of fate
that's left these feelings on my plate,
emotions more complex than love or sorrow
and definitely not hate
I have a rage to scorch the halls of hell
and tears to douse the sun,
an apathy that knows no bounds
and little understanding of the word fun
I have an erratic lust,
an unending trust...
between this world
and my next
Everyone of my solitary sessions
comes with a myriad of questions
and leaves me with the impression
that I'll never find the words
for my confessions
It's a nasty twist of fate
that's left these feelings on my plate,
emotions more complex than love or sorrow
and definitely not hate
I have a rage to scorch the halls of hell
and tears to douse the sun,
an apathy that knows no bounds
and little understanding of the word fun
I have an erratic lust,
an unending trust...
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Club Mentality
Flowing across the floor
a phantom under the strobe
flickering across the crowded room
rising to the music
a slave to the DJ
conducting the masses
Bouncing to the beat,
the underlying bassline
breaking any bonds holding us back,
losing any self-concious 'sanity'
in the face of this all pervading pulse
We're running with it,
we're flying with it,
at the end of every song
we're dying with it,
reborn seconds later
to the soul-fourging sounds
of another undefinably,
almost 'tear rending' tune
There are no...
a phantom under the strobe
flickering across the crowded room
rising to the music
a slave to the DJ
conducting the masses
Bouncing to the beat,
the underlying bassline
breaking any bonds holding us back,
losing any self-concious 'sanity'
in the face of this all pervading pulse
We're running with it,
we're flying with it,
at the end of every song
we're dying with it,
reborn seconds later
to the soul-fourging sounds
of another undefinably,
almost 'tear rending' tune
There are no...
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A Sea of Insanity[Insani-Sea]
The tide's rising,
eroding the carefully erected walls
holding in the remains
of my sanity
The waves are bridging the gap,
a sea of madness
washing over my pool
of 'right minded' thoughts
dragging me into the moment
The moment,
a glorious moment
promises peace
without any visible price,
beautiful bliss
an oh so alluring vice
It's drawing me to the precipice
the edge of an overhang,
a route that doesn't allow for return,
a route to contentment
unmarred by responsibility,
anxiety
or pain
the...
eroding the carefully erected walls
holding in the remains
of my sanity
The waves are bridging the gap,
a sea of madness
washing over my pool
of 'right minded' thoughts
dragging me into the moment
The moment,
a glorious moment
promises peace
without any visible price,
beautiful bliss
an oh so alluring vice
It's drawing me to the precipice
the edge of an overhang,
a route that doesn't allow for return,
a route to contentment
unmarred by responsibility,
anxiety
or pain
the...
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Shaken Not Stirred
I'm a half pint of happiness
and a pitcher of pain
a pinch of raw sadness
and a tad bit insane
I'm a cocktail of cravings
just a need to stay high
that I sate with my savings
what a joke, rather dry
I'm a cup of commitment
and a litre of lust
a thimbleful of faith
and a gallon of trust
I'm three quarts misery
and one quart content
a meagre malignant
more than a mite malcontent
What innocence I had
was long ago spent
my once solid metal
lies twisted and bent
I'm brimming with angst...
and a pitcher of pain
a pinch of raw sadness
and a tad bit insane
I'm a cocktail of cravings
just a need to stay high
that I sate with my savings
what a joke, rather dry
I'm a cup of commitment
and a litre of lust
a thimbleful of faith
and a gallon of trust
I'm three quarts misery
and one quart content
a meagre malignant
more than a mite malcontent
What innocence I had
was long ago spent
my once solid metal
lies twisted and bent
I'm brimming with angst...
308 reads
17 Comments
Voices
Voices,
so many voices
vying for attention
screaming for recognition
for a ear to listen
to their woes
My mind is full
of these cries
for an empathic acknowledgement
that their plights are justified
The summoners range
from banshees in distress
to meek whispers
dampened by despair
These messages
bounce around my mind,
all pervading
worming their way through every crack
and filling every corner
This mind babble is corroding
the forever fraying threads
that tie my soul
to my sanity
...
so many voices
vying for attention
screaming for recognition
for a ear to listen
to their woes
My mind is full
of these cries
for an empathic acknowledgement
that their plights are justified
The summoners range
from banshees in distress
to meek whispers
dampened by despair
These messages
bounce around my mind,
all pervading
worming their way through every crack
and filling every corner
This mind babble is corroding
the forever fraying threads
that tie my soul
to my sanity
...
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12 Comments
Out of Reach
Time is ticking away
it's just dripping away
the day's slipping away
and we've got to choose
go
or stay
The time
our time
is flying out the
forever open
window
Alighting out of reach
irretrievable
in a place we've dubbed the past
a place
we should attempt to hinder
in it's soul past-time
of sucking seconds from our
so far undecided
future
We as a people
need to seize the present
if we want to recruit the past
and make the most
of every waking minute ...
it's just dripping away
the day's slipping away
and we've got to choose
go
or stay
The time
our time
is flying out the
forever open
window
Alighting out of reach
irretrievable
in a place we've dubbed the past
a place
we should attempt to hinder
in it's soul past-time
of sucking seconds from our
so far undecided
future
We as a people
need to seize the present
if we want to recruit the past
and make the most
of every waking minute ...
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In the End
No I don't want to live
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
and I don't know why
No I don't want to live
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
under this cloudy sky
I am lost
in a maze
built by unending sighs
forever stumbling
through the haze
that permeates my mind
No I don't want to live
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
and I'm not gonna lie
No I don't want to sing
I'm more likely to cry
No I don't want to work
I'd rather get high ...
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
and I don't know why
No I don't want to live
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
under this cloudy sky
I am lost
in a maze
built by unending sighs
forever stumbling
through the haze
that permeates my mind
No I don't want to live
Yes I just want to die
No I don't want to live
and I'm not gonna lie
No I don't want to sing
I'm more likely to cry
No I don't want to work
I'd rather get high ...
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6 Comments
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