Submissions by DystopianMelody
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pretty new to this, I like playing around with different styles etc but I usually come off as either disturbed, or as if I'm trying to choke you on a dictionary. I like my stuff to flow right
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 4:33am
8th Aug 2014 4:33am
Shut up or put up
There are a million things to do
just after
picturing the infinite sweetness
of a borderless abyss
and every single one
is found in the first step
taken without moving an inch
that slight pull
on the strings of thoughts
that BB did with his fingers
leads to so many symphonies
all ending on the same note
somewhere inside a snapping string
is the sound of a man
waging war on rationale
letting it slide
has led to pools of thought
under waterfalls of shit
and maybe the steaming heat
is almost...
just after
picturing the infinite sweetness
of a borderless abyss
and every single one
is found in the first step
taken without moving an inch
that slight pull
on the strings of thoughts
that BB did with his fingers
leads to so many symphonies
all ending on the same note
somewhere inside a snapping string
is the sound of a man
waging war on rationale
letting it slide
has led to pools of thought
under waterfalls of shit
and maybe the steaming heat
is almost...
74 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 4:35am
4th Aug 2014 4:35am
I miss her when she goes away
A home in heels
with lips like velvet roses
whose razor edged thorns
dripped scorn into old wounds
with mouths sealed in silver
to muffle the pain
that later leaked so slowly
from her nose
I held her
while her eyes held mine
in a grasp just slightly too frantic
to be described as tender
as the sweet smell of hitched gasps
dared my gaze to stray from hers
she ran the ridges on her arm
along the tip of my outstretched tongue
to let me know
that the pains of the past
can shape our future pleasures
...
with lips like velvet roses
whose razor edged thorns
dripped scorn into old wounds
with mouths sealed in silver
to muffle the pain
that later leaked so slowly
from her nose
I held her
while her eyes held mine
in a grasp just slightly too frantic
to be described as tender
as the sweet smell of hitched gasps
dared my gaze to stray from hers
she ran the ridges on her arm
along the tip of my outstretched tongue
to let me know
that the pains of the past
can shape our future pleasures
...
93 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 5:18am
27th Jul 2014 5:18am
Steel thunder for stolen pride
There's rumbling in the pit
ringing in the stones as they're hit
in the belly of the thunder
screaming like limbs torn asunder
recognise the dreams in the real
filter fiction from the non by feel
blood warmth in the kiss of the steel
keep an eye on the world
but ignorance is bliss
leave it to its blindness
maybe call it kindness
losers are the keepers
the finders cliff top leapers
the squint eyed weepers
truth be the reaper
the words will lead us
to pastures dead
where the living runs deeper
to souls...
ringing in the stones as they're hit
in the belly of the thunder
screaming like limbs torn asunder
recognise the dreams in the real
filter fiction from the non by feel
blood warmth in the kiss of the steel
keep an eye on the world
but ignorance is bliss
leave it to its blindness
maybe call it kindness
losers are the keepers
the finders cliff top leapers
the squint eyed weepers
truth be the reaper
the words will lead us
to pastures dead
where the living runs deeper
to souls...
66 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 4:56am
25th Jul 2014 4:56am
Goodnight
There is a page written
in the fires of an ice blue star
too distant to read without pain
unless you climb the links
between two twinkled gazes
with fraying threads
too feeble to hold
the heavy thoughts of hollow men
so a convoy of feather musings
flits into the sky
to brush the edges of blue fires
and lay down their lives in bitterness
to confirm a truth already known
the fiery words on the page
are nothing new
just piecemeal professions
in the hollows of letters
of hushed confessions of unborn...
in the fires of an ice blue star
too distant to read without pain
unless you climb the links
between two twinkled gazes
with fraying threads
too feeble to hold
the heavy thoughts of hollow men
so a convoy of feather musings
flits into the sky
to brush the edges of blue fires
and lay down their lives in bitterness
to confirm a truth already known
the fiery words on the page
are nothing new
just piecemeal professions
in the hollows of letters
of hushed confessions of unborn...
82 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 00:23am
26th Jun 2014 00:23am
Pancakes, coffee and rejection
I found a way to extract
the milk from the light of stars
but she takes her coffee black
in honour of a personal kind of abyss
that saw through
every false lit smile
and every ounce of spiced sweet charm
that was pored on her wavering thoughts
there is no such thing as darkness
it is merely the absence of light
but when all the torches
of a hunting party of roaming romantic fingers
comes home empty handed
the darkness in the belly of hunger
feels pretty real to me
the milk from the light of stars
but she takes her coffee black
in honour of a personal kind of abyss
that saw through
every false lit smile
and every ounce of spiced sweet charm
that was pored on her wavering thoughts
there is no such thing as darkness
it is merely the absence of light
but when all the torches
of a hunting party of roaming romantic fingers
comes home empty handed
the darkness in the belly of hunger
feels pretty real to me
97 reads
11 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2014 3:17am
23rd Jun 2014 3:17am
Homes don't move, people do
It's time for those lullabies
sleeping in the backs of open eyes
to see the steady, sickly light
that makes a gaunt home
for bitter musings
and bubble wrapped moments
waiting to be forgotten
like the corner did it's cozying
its time for new rhythms
to rock the gentle seas
beneath forlorn gazes
but real men don't cry
unless repeatedly poked
by a white picket fence
in the times and places gone by
when a bulb lit room
held a shade sweet enough
to keep the sour light from puckering
the heart wedged...
sleeping in the backs of open eyes
to see the steady, sickly light
that makes a gaunt home
for bitter musings
and bubble wrapped moments
waiting to be forgotten
like the corner did it's cozying
its time for new rhythms
to rock the gentle seas
beneath forlorn gazes
but real men don't cry
unless repeatedly poked
by a white picket fence
in the times and places gone by
when a bulb lit room
held a shade sweet enough
to keep the sour light from puckering
the heart wedged...
75 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2014 1:24am
19th May 2014 1:24am
Look and you will see
The weight of hopes and dreams
have warped the backs of scars
until what used to be
is hidden beneath the twisted knots
and the lines
don't hold any words between them
only doubts
and silent midnight tears
that run from the sight of the terrible unknown
where loneliness lurks
under every bed
all icy toes and prodding fingers
always ready to crawl beneath sheets
and snuggle in the cold corners of unused hearts
words have never seemed
like shadows in the light of pages before
and eyelids have...
have warped the backs of scars
until what used to be
is hidden beneath the twisted knots
and the lines
don't hold any words between them
only doubts
and silent midnight tears
that run from the sight of the terrible unknown
where loneliness lurks
under every bed
all icy toes and prodding fingers
always ready to crawl beneath sheets
and snuggle in the cold corners of unused hearts
words have never seemed
like shadows in the light of pages before
and eyelids have...
111 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2014 3:32am
10th May 2014 3:32am
Chewing with your mouth open (Flashy food)
Oh what fun it would be
to perform as a one man band
and in the final act
with some sleight of hand
give a glinting smile
and in a gasped crescendo
hiss an epitaph
to the forked tongues
of the serpents
who slip through the fray
to better witness this final spectacle
of a mans struggle
with the sharpness of his own words
look now, all who doubt
the pain that hides within your tongues
bear witness
but never speak
of the venom that seeps
from within the clenches
of sparkling smiles...
to perform as a one man band
and in the final act
with some sleight of hand
give a glinting smile
and in a gasped crescendo
hiss an epitaph
to the forked tongues
of the serpents
who slip through the fray
to better witness this final spectacle
of a mans struggle
with the sharpness of his own words
look now, all who doubt
the pain that hides within your tongues
bear witness
but never speak
of the venom that seeps
from within the clenches
of sparkling smiles...
79 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2014 2:51am
1st May 2014 2:51am
He would call it his own
Two men sit and drink
perched upon a mountain
and while they drink
one says to the other
I have things now
that rest beside me
when I sleep at times
corners peek out from bedding
that feel like comfort to my ribs
a pebble stolen from the shore
is smooth when seen through tired eyes
and a blanket more holes than warmth
I have these things now
and they are a part of me
tearful rivers of brotherly fathers
flow down opposing slopes
and the other man asks
but what if the house
where...
perched upon a mountain
and while they drink
one says to the other
I have things now
that rest beside me
when I sleep at times
corners peek out from bedding
that feel like comfort to my ribs
a pebble stolen from the shore
is smooth when seen through tired eyes
and a blanket more holes than warmth
I have these things now
and they are a part of me
tearful rivers of brotherly fathers
flow down opposing slopes
and the other man asks
but what if the house
where...
70 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 4:00am
15th Apr 2014 4:00am
Thoughts lost (no place to go back to)
Stood by the door suitcase waiting
for a day the taste
of a slice of nirvana
uplifts the inner sides
of the outer edges of the nostalgia within my smile
the words run
my mouth opens
but I don't try to chase them
I already know their favourite place to hide
right beside the thoughts of things six feet down
thinking
that a life that might be short
should be spent
looking down at planted feet
roots and grapevines mingled
in intermittent intervals
most pleasing to my eye
like pictures of fingers linked ...
for a day the taste
of a slice of nirvana
uplifts the inner sides
of the outer edges of the nostalgia within my smile
the words run
my mouth opens
but I don't try to chase them
I already know their favourite place to hide
right beside the thoughts of things six feet down
thinking
that a life that might be short
should be spent
looking down at planted feet
roots and grapevines mingled
in intermittent intervals
most pleasing to my eye
like pictures of fingers linked ...
48 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2014 3:30am
12th Apr 2014 3:30am
Gave bluebells and got Blueballs
Words flowed
against the flesh of the evening
soft as lips in storms
erupting drops from ponds
hitched to the backs of swells
like blues beneath bloody bruises
muted pain in songs
waking whispers
breathless gasps
muffled sighs
and half heard meanings
worth as much
as a grain of sand buried
in covetous shade on the far
side of a beating desert wind
dark and hidden
but soft and giving
beneath the palms of your feet
until in time the dunes lean enough
for a glint of pain in...
against the flesh of the evening
soft as lips in storms
erupting drops from ponds
hitched to the backs of swells
like blues beneath bloody bruises
muted pain in songs
waking whispers
breathless gasps
muffled sighs
and half heard meanings
worth as much
as a grain of sand buried
in covetous shade on the far
side of a beating desert wind
dark and hidden
but soft and giving
beneath the palms of your feet
until in time the dunes lean enough
for a glint of pain in...
73 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 3:26am
10th Apr 2014 3:26am
Forever young, in glory
Why drink when drowning is an option
glory is all
and was more still
when the gods were crueller
the shimmer casts a strange light
that sets the walls to writhing
sip
whet the blade
until the lick of its tongue
can wipe the memories from mortar
if a man died from a dunk
in the fountain of eternal youth
and pissed himself as he went
I would call it poetic
and smile in honour of fates humour
but every mans destiny
can't be so fine a tale
so sip
whet the blade
and I will make do
with the...
glory is all
and was more still
when the gods were crueller
the shimmer casts a strange light
that sets the walls to writhing
sip
whet the blade
until the lick of its tongue
can wipe the memories from mortar
if a man died from a dunk
in the fountain of eternal youth
and pissed himself as he went
I would call it poetic
and smile in honour of fates humour
but every mans destiny
can't be so fine a tale
so sip
whet the blade
and I will make do
with the...
51 reads
1 Comment
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