Submissions by Law_Lith_Iminika
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A dark poet for your thoughts? There are always two sides to every coin, but the brighter side usually doesn't like to come back. Happy. Happy. Happy.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2014 11:41pm
29th Aug 2014 11:41pm
Poem One-Hundred-Ninety-Six
At age four, I was your little playfriend;
At age four, I was the new little girl in your neighborhood;
At age four, I was the one that followed you home that day;
At age four, I was the one your mother called 'bloody adorible';
At age four, I was the one who secretly stole your favorite stuffed animal;
At age four, I returned it the very next day because I didn't want you to cry;
At age four, I remember holding you when your father was fatally wounded;
At age four, I couldn't play with you after your mother took her own life;
I was a day from five when you...
At age four, I was the new little girl in your neighborhood;
At age four, I was the one that followed you home that day;
At age four, I was the one your mother called 'bloody adorible';
At age four, I was the one who secretly stole your favorite stuffed animal;
At age four, I returned it the very next day because I didn't want you to cry;
At age four, I remember holding you when your father was fatally wounded;
At age four, I couldn't play with you after your mother took her own life;
I was a day from five when you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 11:40pm
29th Aug 2014 11:40pm
Poem Eighty-Two
Yelling and Yellowing lives,
Trickle and Trail behind;
Imagining and Inventing reason;
Neglecting and Negatively influencing;
Elections and Eleven deaths;
Returning and Remembering nightmares;
Eclipsing and Echoing wanderers;
Serving and Submitting people.
Trickle and Trail behind;
Imagining and Inventing reason;
Neglecting and Negatively influencing;
Elections and Eleven deaths;
Returning and Remembering nightmares;
Eclipsing and Echoing wanderers;
Serving and Submitting people.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 1:09am
29th Aug 2014 1:09am
Poem One-Hundred-Forty-Three
T H E ARTIST'S G A L L E R Y (Prologue)
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And the first and the last words that
Sir [XXXX-XXXX-XXXX] The Fourth--
The dying old mute-man--said was,
Merely minutes before his passing to the north:
"Don't let them take my collection from me;
"If they are collected, then they will never sleep."
And then he was gone, body empty, soul walking;
Walking the path towards his wife and ancestry;
Those in the room with Master [XXXX] commented
...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And the first and the last words that
Sir [XXXX-XXXX-XXXX] The Fourth--
The dying old mute-man--said was,
Merely minutes before his passing to the north:
"Don't let them take my collection from me;
"If they are collected, then they will never sleep."
And then he was gone, body empty, soul walking;
Walking the path towards his wife and ancestry;
Those in the room with Master [XXXX] commented
...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 1:07am
29th Aug 2014 1:07am
Poem Thirty-Six
Forgetting its name in the dark of night--
Towering;
Universally
Travelling;
Forgot Their name,
And how They played Their game;
Looking for silence inside this broken screen--
Stumbling;
Thinking;
Swearing;
Looking for silence,
But finding only defiance;
Doubting the existence of the thinker--
Running;
Shrieking;
Remembering;
Doubting the existence,
And unable to find emotional assistance;
Loving the nights that crawl by without incident--
Quieting;
Racing;
Quitting;
Loving the nights,...
Towering;
Universally
Travelling;
Forgot Their name,
And how They played Their game;
Looking for silence inside this broken screen--
Stumbling;
Thinking;
Swearing;
Looking for silence,
But finding only defiance;
Doubting the existence of the thinker--
Running;
Shrieking;
Remembering;
Doubting the existence,
And unable to find emotional assistance;
Loving the nights that crawl by without incident--
Quieting;
Racing;
Quitting;
Loving the nights,...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 2:02pm
28th Aug 2014 2:02pm
Poem Eight
And then everything
Was still and silent;
Land pressed up beneath me,
Solid and unmoving;
I was sitting before a home,
Covered in ivy;
Covered in teeth and
Emitting a golden light;
It was the day of my wedding,
That was this evening;
He was standing at the door,
Dressed for a ceremony;
Dressed up and weeping,
The light shined across his tears;
The skies swayed around
Where I perched;
Each tooth shone in the light,
Glimmering with human origin;
I knew that he was pleading to
Many gods,...
Was still and silent;
Land pressed up beneath me,
Solid and unmoving;
I was sitting before a home,
Covered in ivy;
Covered in teeth and
Emitting a golden light;
It was the day of my wedding,
That was this evening;
He was standing at the door,
Dressed for a ceremony;
Dressed up and weeping,
The light shined across his tears;
The skies swayed around
Where I perched;
Each tooth shone in the light,
Glimmering with human origin;
I knew that he was pleading to
Many gods,...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 2:59am
28th Aug 2014 2:59am
Poem Seven
Perched and
Entwined with the
Darkened sands
Of the floor,
Covered in
Deadman's hands
Writhing with search
And old lore;
I slowly turn bloated pages
That surpass me in age,
Colored and decorated by
Script-scribbled rage,
Seeing the drooling lines twirl
And spin across the paper,
Lines of ink sway and seep
In the ocean's slow time;
I feel the flow of the
Water around me shift colder,
Before it raised and
Becomes blisteringly hotter;
The line that I stared at on that front page...
Entwined with the
Darkened sands
Of the floor,
Covered in
Deadman's hands
Writhing with search
And old lore;
I slowly turn bloated pages
That surpass me in age,
Colored and decorated by
Script-scribbled rage,
Seeing the drooling lines twirl
And spin across the paper,
Lines of ink sway and seep
In the ocean's slow time;
I feel the flow of the
Water around me shift colder,
Before it raised and
Becomes blisteringly hotter;
The line that I stared at on that front page...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 3:52am
26th Aug 2014 3:52am
Poem One-Hundred-Ninety
When love is abstract,
And one convinces others
That they do not feel;
When hate is perfect,
And one preaches to others
That no fire dies;
When the cost is great,
And one tells others to stop
That which they have dared;
And the statistic
Is greater then the victim,
And words are forged cold;
When the life is poor,
And the wanderers walk by,
That shall be the day;
When the days are blue,
And no one can see the sky,
Does the sun exist?
And one convinces others
That they do not feel;
When hate is perfect,
And one preaches to others
That no fire dies;
When the cost is great,
And one tells others to stop
That which they have dared;
And the statistic
Is greater then the victim,
And words are forged cold;
When the life is poor,
And the wanderers walk by,
That shall be the day;
When the days are blue,
And no one can see the sky,
Does the sun exist?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 3:13am
23rd Aug 2014 3:13am
Poem Eight-Point-Four
It started out as a whisper:
Secrets wanted to be told;
And in that new-rise beginning,
When the world kept spinning,
The new then aged to the old;
Looking out passed the porches;
What have you ever seen there?>
Because down in the ditches,
Away from cock-tail bitches,
Lies the sleeping, hunted hare.
Secrets wanted to be told;
And in that new-rise beginning,
When the world kept spinning,
The new then aged to the old;
Looking out passed the porches;
What have you ever seen there?>
Because down in the ditches,
Away from cock-tail bitches,
Lies the sleeping, hunted hare.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 3:13am
23rd Aug 2014 3:13am
Poem Five-Hundred-Nine
Dear Fucker,
I don't know
Who you are, and I
Don't really care;
You follow me home
Expecting a share, a
Share of my perplexing
Dilemma, or a cut
Of the hollow;
I don't care what you want or
Why you wander, just
Leave me to scream alone and to
Forever fucking ponder.
Sincerely,
Not Your Survivor.
I don't know
Who you are, and I
Don't really care;
You follow me home
Expecting a share, a
Share of my perplexing
Dilemma, or a cut
Of the hollow;
I don't care what you want or
Why you wander, just
Leave me to scream alone and to
Forever fucking ponder.
Sincerely,
Not Your Survivor.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 4:49am
17th Aug 2014 4:49am
Poem Four
Where one man will think,
Another will have thought out
What can make a thought.
Another will have thought out
What can make a thought.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 2:08am
15th Aug 2014 2:08am
Poem Five-Hundred-Eight
Dear Newest Victim
I would fall to the ends of the earth
To collect enough coal to keep you warm,
And do not for a minute underestimate my
Determination to keep you alive in such an icy storm.
I would give you my very soul just to
Ensure that you sleep comfortably through
The night, just to ensure that you could rise
Again and be able to take on that every struggling fight.
And that was why I took the gun, my love.
I had been unable
To stop myself from
Simply letting you tear
Out my heart.
Please forgive me...
I would fall to the ends of the earth
To collect enough coal to keep you warm,
And do not for a minute underestimate my
Determination to keep you alive in such an icy storm.
I would give you my very soul just to
Ensure that you sleep comfortably through
The night, just to ensure that you could rise
Again and be able to take on that every struggling fight.
And that was why I took the gun, my love.
I had been unable
To stop myself from
Simply letting you tear
Out my heart.
Please forgive me...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 4:25am
13th Aug 2014 4:25am
Poem One-Hundred-Two
Love songs and
Lethargic singularity keep people walking;
Deaths of blind men and
Delicious blankets of skin dissolve like candy upon the tongue;
Original lives and
Origamical limbs tied on with loose, twine strings;
Raping the imagination and
Raging against the empty minds who stand by and watch;
Giggling tear-Keepers who cannot see passed their own psychosis and
Grinning twin-souls who set off the bombs for the cash;
Painting the kinds of things that should never be seen and
Preaching for the kindling that...
Lethargic singularity keep people walking;
Deaths of blind men and
Delicious blankets of skin dissolve like candy upon the tongue;
Original lives and
Origamical limbs tied on with loose, twine strings;
Raping the imagination and
Raging against the empty minds who stand by and watch;
Giggling tear-Keepers who cannot see passed their own psychosis and
Grinning twin-souls who set off the bombs for the cash;
Painting the kinds of things that should never be seen and
Preaching for the kindling that...
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