Submissions by ETK
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 11:24am
28th Feb 2012 11:24am
3 am
3 am, wide awake
I find myself wondering through
an empty parking lot
my thoughts fondly think of you.
3 am, wide awake
street lights over head are burning bright
casting radiant glows upon concrete.
I realize it never gets dark here.
3 am, wide awake
I long to wake you from your slumber
drag you out in the dark
eternal streetlights we'll dance under.
it's exactly at 3 am with no time for sleep
that another world opens its doors.
a world that painters paint
and writers long to write
a world for...
I find myself wondering through
an empty parking lot
my thoughts fondly think of you.
3 am, wide awake
street lights over head are burning bright
casting radiant glows upon concrete.
I realize it never gets dark here.
3 am, wide awake
I long to wake you from your slumber
drag you out in the dark
eternal streetlights we'll dance under.
it's exactly at 3 am with no time for sleep
that another world opens its doors.
a world that painters paint
and writers long to write
a world for...
160 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 6:52am
14th Feb 2012 6:52am
dreams
I can't give you directions
but meet me in that dark shadow
on the outskirts of pleasure and pain,
lurking between waking and sleep.
we've me there before
slipping between the curtains of life
like children playing ghosts
with their mother's sheets.
For an instant the curtain ripped.
in joyous sweat I brushed back
your silky hair. your eyes met mine
exploding like dying stars in thick black
This was where we lived for eternity
frozen between the clicks of time.
our caressing bodies and beautiful nothings
swirling...
but meet me in that dark shadow
on the outskirts of pleasure and pain,
lurking between waking and sleep.
we've me there before
slipping between the curtains of life
like children playing ghosts
with their mother's sheets.
For an instant the curtain ripped.
in joyous sweat I brushed back
your silky hair. your eyes met mine
exploding like dying stars in thick black
This was where we lived for eternity
frozen between the clicks of time.
our caressing bodies and beautiful nothings
swirling...
161 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 6:27pm
13th Feb 2012 6:27pm
caught in her snare.
what is this creature that whispers my name?
like an old lover calling from beyond the grave.
I may have buried my monster
but she's still alive and thriving
She lives in the living dead.
Hides behind pale ghostly faces.
tired bodies animated by her dark embraces.
Seemingly normal beings
holding a dark secret
revealed by the light
cast by the roll of a sleeve.
hope for a future is washed away
in the warm blanket of her embrace.
she fucks like a jealous lover.
she's cooked in a spoon and shot in a...
like an old lover calling from beyond the grave.
I may have buried my monster
but she's still alive and thriving
She lives in the living dead.
Hides behind pale ghostly faces.
tired bodies animated by her dark embraces.
Seemingly normal beings
holding a dark secret
revealed by the light
cast by the roll of a sleeve.
hope for a future is washed away
in the warm blanket of her embrace.
she fucks like a jealous lover.
she's cooked in a spoon and shot in a...
228 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 4:58pm
13th Feb 2012 4:58pm
Secret Desires of Human Street Lights
And so this melancholy blade
can accomplish the task of cutting through
this skin tissue cocoon of numbness.
When all feelings are gone
that's the one thing left to call upon.
I recognize this despair as a guiding sight,
slowly rushing, quickly creeping
towards God's brilliant light.
Could this relentless gallop be but a charade?
To distract us before we fade?
the secret desire of human street lights:
to burn out, becoming one
with the blackest night.
but to also live forever in
erected poems and written...
can accomplish the task of cutting through
this skin tissue cocoon of numbness.
When all feelings are gone
that's the one thing left to call upon.
I recognize this despair as a guiding sight,
slowly rushing, quickly creeping
towards God's brilliant light.
Could this relentless gallop be but a charade?
To distract us before we fade?
the secret desire of human street lights:
to burn out, becoming one
with the blackest night.
but to also live forever in
erected poems and written...
189 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 3:17am
13th Feb 2012 3:17am
eating Ibogaine to overcome IV drug addiction.
meetings with bwiti:
the booming ancestor spoke
“I’m going to kill you”
i said: “I'm already dead....”
laughing he said “let’s begin”
the time for choices was over
he pulled off my skin
nothing more than a mangled mess
a throbbing blob of human flesh
as every cell cried
on that floor i died
"this is what you are"
cells dividing, dna replicating
swimming evolution
from ape to man.
hum of minds always singing
then
I again became me.
He said “this is your second chance
you don't get three.”...
the booming ancestor spoke
“I’m going to kill you”
i said: “I'm already dead....”
laughing he said “let’s begin”
the time for choices was over
he pulled off my skin
nothing more than a mangled mess
a throbbing blob of human flesh
as every cell cried
on that floor i died
"this is what you are"
cells dividing, dna replicating
swimming evolution
from ape to man.
hum of minds always singing
then
I again became me.
He said “this is your second chance
you don't get three.”...
344 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 3:08am
13th Feb 2012 3:08am
beautiful contradictions.
nothing can truly describe
the exact mix of mental spice
i feel when i look at you.
joy and sorrow
excitement and regrets.
melting together inside,
colliding and fighting in a sweltering stew.
all this i feel when i look at you
contrasting gusts pour over my
porous membrane.
cold shivering brain,
hot sticky thought train.
a rumbling, grumbling of emotion
growing in my gut
rising up the throat
ejaculating from the mouth
in the form of the words
"i love you"
these words will always and forever...
the exact mix of mental spice
i feel when i look at you.
joy and sorrow
excitement and regrets.
melting together inside,
colliding and fighting in a sweltering stew.
all this i feel when i look at you
contrasting gusts pour over my
porous membrane.
cold shivering brain,
hot sticky thought train.
a rumbling, grumbling of emotion
growing in my gut
rising up the throat
ejaculating from the mouth
in the form of the words
"i love you"
these words will always and forever...
166 reads
5 Comments
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