Submissions by IminikaLithLaw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Speaking to this empty white box, Hello. Welcome. You're not responding. You're not so empty anymore, box.
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 2:01am
15th Aug 2014 2:01am
Poem Nine-Hundred-Eighty-Eight
Hail and lightning slash down into the night;
Icy wires curl up towards the moon;
Systems growling with the effort to fight;
Noise echoes back across the plains from noon,
Allowing the rats to infest the empty hollows of my soul;
Many of them are full and content, and bleed thick,
Eating away at my memory banks, I feel every bite;
Inside there is nothing that the monsters haven't stole;
Solitude in this vast empty world of dominated trick;
Litters of new appendages crawl around and walk and stroll;
All desert is rooted with copper and brick;...
Icy wires curl up towards the moon;
Systems growling with the effort to fight;
Noise echoes back across the plains from noon,
Allowing the rats to infest the empty hollows of my soul;
Many of them are full and content, and bleed thick,
Eating away at my memory banks, I feel every bite;
Inside there is nothing that the monsters haven't stole;
Solitude in this vast empty world of dominated trick;
Litters of new appendages crawl around and walk and stroll;
All desert is rooted with copper and brick;...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 10:57pm
12th Aug 2014 10:57pm
Poem Six
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$331ng U $1tt1ng th3r3 all al0n3,
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1mag1n3 1f 1 w3r3 too l8 2 $av3 U...
N0th1ng w00d hav3 r3ma1n3d but tht pr3tty
G0ld3n fac3 & Ur pr3tty g0ld3n nam3;
Tym3 2 s33 th3 0ut$1d3 c1ty;
0ne 0f th3$3 day$,
Fr1ghtful l1ttl3 y0u w1ll
L00k 0ut Ur w1nd0w$ 2 C
Y3ll0w1ng $un$3t$, 2 C th3m l3ak & $p1ll;
Ban1$h m3 1f U must;
Y3$t3rday w1ll b3 my la$t fr33 n1t3;
W1th3r1ng d0wn fr0m lack 0f hat3,
1mag1n3 1f 1 w3r3 2 g1v3 up th1$...
1$ l1k3 w8-1ng 4 th3 $un 2 d13;
$331ng U $1tt1ng th3r3 all al0n3,
H0w U w1$h3d U c00d fly;
1mag1n3 1f 1 w3r3 too l8 2 $av3 U...
N0th1ng w00d hav3 r3ma1n3d but tht pr3tty
G0ld3n fac3 & Ur pr3tty g0ld3n nam3;
Tym3 2 s33 th3 0ut$1d3 c1ty;
0ne 0f th3$3 day$,
Fr1ghtful l1ttl3 y0u w1ll
L00k 0ut Ur w1nd0w$ 2 C
Y3ll0w1ng $un$3t$, 2 C th3m l3ak & $p1ll;
Ban1$h m3 1f U must;
Y3$t3rday w1ll b3 my la$t fr33 n1t3;
W1th3r1ng d0wn fr0m lack 0f hat3,
1mag1n3 1f 1 w3r3 2 g1v3 up th1$...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 8:19pm
6th Aug 2014 8:19pm
Poem D
Many know of Mark Fischbach;
All he really does is talk;
Really, that's all he ever does;
Kind of always an inspiring buzz;
All he really does is talk;
Really, that's all he ever does;
Kind of always an inspiring buzz;
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 3:34am
25th Jul 2014 3:34am
Poem Two-Hundred-Sixteen
Truth be told, one couldn't have understood it if they’d tried;
Hours of bold, colorful lines have yet to be dried,
Extra clay for these words, it will have to do;
Perhaps the portrait needs green, or perhaps blue;
Eternities of excellence stand on their peaks,
Taller than the sun, the masters paint their creeks;
All around me sits the silent workers,
Lecturers turned to lurkers;
Somedays I want to set down this bristled pen,
Or wash these skilled hands of their artistic sin;
Fortunately, the thoughts inside my head are there,
...
Hours of bold, colorful lines have yet to be dried,
Extra clay for these words, it will have to do;
Perhaps the portrait needs green, or perhaps blue;
Eternities of excellence stand on their peaks,
Taller than the sun, the masters paint their creeks;
All around me sits the silent workers,
Lecturers turned to lurkers;
Somedays I want to set down this bristled pen,
Or wash these skilled hands of their artistic sin;
Fortunately, the thoughts inside my head are there,
...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 3:04pm
23rd Jul 2014 3:04pm
Poem Thirty-Five
Ever been told that the depression wouldn't hold?
‘Some of those days ahead,’ they said, ‘It'll drift asleep and doze;’
‘One of these days,’ they repeat, ‘That dog'll be on the street;’
Rigid and blue, the cadavers stare on through,
Positioned in the kitchen, they say ‘hello’ to each guest;
Nothing inside;
Interest subsides;
Tests and issues trouble the psyche of a once charming mind;
Selling the blood to further their kind;
Incentive lacking where the patrols stream;
Xenophobia is a popular theme;
Existing only to nourish the...
‘Some of those days ahead,’ they said, ‘It'll drift asleep and doze;’
‘One of these days,’ they repeat, ‘That dog'll be on the street;’
Rigid and blue, the cadavers stare on through,
Positioned in the kitchen, they say ‘hello’ to each guest;
Nothing inside;
Interest subsides;
Tests and issues trouble the psyche of a once charming mind;
Selling the blood to further their kind;
Incentive lacking where the patrols stream;
Xenophobia is a popular theme;
Existing only to nourish the...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 3:46am
23rd Jul 2014 3:46am
Poem One-Hundred-Seventy-Six
What a good idea is has been to let them in...
Have they finally discovered the unlocked front door?
Yearning to speak to the inhabitants inside this house?
Any old curl of fingers will do to turn a handle;
Radio signals tapping into the brain stem:
Enemy forces are walking down the sidewalks;
Yesterday was that day,
One of their own caught one of us;
Understanding the lines between certain failure;
Huddling down in the dark old cellar,
Incisors snapping away at each other,
Daring the other to make a sound,
Including...
Have they finally discovered the unlocked front door?
Yearning to speak to the inhabitants inside this house?
Any old curl of fingers will do to turn a handle;
Radio signals tapping into the brain stem:
Enemy forces are walking down the sidewalks;
Yesterday was that day,
One of their own caught one of us;
Understanding the lines between certain failure;
Huddling down in the dark old cellar,
Incisors snapping away at each other,
Daring the other to make a sound,
Including...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 7:20pm
22nd Jul 2014 7:20pm
Poem Nine-Hundred-Two
Where oh where has that little dog gone?
Has he ran down to the well where he shouldn't belong?
All I wanted was to give him his favorite little bone,
That is still covered in fingers from that old, charred home.'
Although no one can find out who,
Walls and doors nailed shut for you,
All around the hanging tree
Imagining being cut free,
Troubles litter the mind of the weak,
Sitting in bed, watching you peak;
You're not the reason for why mommy hates us,
Or are you the reason for why we shouldn't fuss,
Unless the dress of...
Has he ran down to the well where he shouldn't belong?
All I wanted was to give him his favorite little bone,
That is still covered in fingers from that old, charred home.'
Although no one can find out who,
Walls and doors nailed shut for you,
All around the hanging tree
Imagining being cut free,
Troubles litter the mind of the weak,
Sitting in bed, watching you peak;
You're not the reason for why mommy hates us,
Or are you the reason for why we shouldn't fuss,
Unless the dress of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 5:10pm
17th Jul 2014 5:10pm
Poem One-Hundred-Six
When does one begin
Having those thoughts of regret?
Enough to sink by?
Nothing will have been
Tumbling down the pathway
Here in the garden;
Even when they died,
Years ago, they learned to fly;
Seven in the line;
Electric currents,
Eclipsing moons chew the sky,
Thunder holds them down;
How could they have known,
At any given moment,
That the sky could end?
Tiny blue moonlight,
Heated canvas of the stars,
Eternally bright;
Yesterday was gone;
After the sun had fallen, ...
Having those thoughts of regret?
Enough to sink by?
Nothing will have been
Tumbling down the pathway
Here in the garden;
Even when they died,
Years ago, they learned to fly;
Seven in the line;
Electric currents,
Eclipsing moons chew the sky,
Thunder holds them down;
How could they have known,
At any given moment,
That the sky could end?
Tiny blue moonlight,
Heated canvas of the stars,
Eternally bright;
Yesterday was gone;
After the sun had fallen, ...
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