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.
Poem Five-Hundred
Opening my eyes,
Taking in the sight
Of my bleeding self being broken and beaten,
Torched down and shredded with a heavy might;
Something was torn,
Another thing was crushed;
I call out into the silence,
But all around me, I am hushed;
They walk on passed,
Sprinkling salt and stone,
And my sight blurs;
As they pass, they begin taking bone;
Closing my eyes,
I crumble into a pool of skin;
And my mind wanders off,
Into the sunset of mines and pins;
Walking unweighted,
I feel the breeze, but...
Taking in the sight
Of my bleeding self being broken and beaten,
Torched down and shredded with a heavy might;
Something was torn,
Another thing was crushed;
I call out into the silence,
But all around me, I am hushed;
They walk on passed,
Sprinkling salt and stone,
And my sight blurs;
As they pass, they begin taking bone;
Closing my eyes,
I crumble into a pool of skin;
And my mind wanders off,
Into the sunset of mines and pins;
Walking unweighted,
I feel the breeze, but...
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Poem Fourteen
The twisted legs
Of dragonflies,
Eat up the kegs
Of virgin lies;
And any who appose
Its caution and yields,
Will be found in rows
In the Walking Man's fields;
Every day,
When the sun strikes nine,
Those who refrain
Will hear its chime
That broken word--
Oh how it crackles!
Have them sing like birds
Only until the wind cackles;
In the belly of the dog,
The meat is sad but tender;
But when in the belly of the god,
Time fights to escape the acidic blender;
Humor and...
Of dragonflies,
Eat up the kegs
Of virgin lies;
And any who appose
Its caution and yields,
Will be found in rows
In the Walking Man's fields;
Every day,
When the sun strikes nine,
Those who refrain
Will hear its chime
That broken word--
Oh how it crackles!
Have them sing like birds
Only until the wind cackles;
In the belly of the dog,
The meat is sad but tender;
But when in the belly of the god,
Time fights to escape the acidic blender;
Humor and...
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Poem Seventy
I am what I have painted myself to be;
Something covered in lies and questions,
And those answers and confessions;
I am that mind that is not lost,
But is continuing to catch scents of inspiration,
Before the makers reach their expiration;
I am hiding that intelligent being who
Wants to be a monster;
But instead hunts as an author;
I am something that couldn't harm a fly,
Something that could be characterized
As something gift-wrapped for a surprise;
I am the painting that sits on the plain wall,
Observing...
Something covered in lies and questions,
And those answers and confessions;
I am that mind that is not lost,
But is continuing to catch scents of inspiration,
Before the makers reach their expiration;
I am hiding that intelligent being who
Wants to be a monster;
But instead hunts as an author;
I am something that couldn't harm a fly,
Something that could be characterized
As something gift-wrapped for a surprise;
I am the painting that sits on the plain wall,
Observing...
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Poem Two-Hundred-Twenty-One
I will never know
If you will get this message;
But what I do know
Is that I hope that you know
That being caged up
Will spill the adrenaline;
For anyone there
Who could not help the caged dog,
Then the animal
Should be seen inside of them;
The true, vicious rage
That the survival will bring
Will always fuel
The need to stay Aboveground;
Tragedy and loss
Has followed everyone now;
But you do not want
The pity of a stranger;
I know that when you,
If you, decide to read...
If you will get this message;
But what I do know
Is that I hope that you know
That being caged up
Will spill the adrenaline;
For anyone there
Who could not help the caged dog,
Then the animal
Should be seen inside of them;
The true, vicious rage
That the survival will bring
Will always fuel
The need to stay Aboveground;
Tragedy and loss
Has followed everyone now;
But you do not want
The pity of a stranger;
I know that when you,
If you, decide to read...
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Poem Twenty
All there is to do now, just
Better be worth it;
Couldn't it have been
Done differently?
Enough of this madness,
Find yourself another;
Get out of my
House and
Inspect the others;
Joking, right?
Kings and crosses do not teach
Lessons.
Mind your own damn business;
Nothing concerns you;
Only thing there is to do now is--
Pretend none of this ever happened;
Quit your whining;
Rebel, can you tell us what happened out-
Side? Can you
Trust that we will not,
Under any...
Better be worth it;
Couldn't it have been
Done differently?
Enough of this madness,
Find yourself another;
Get out of my
House and
Inspect the others;
Joking, right?
Kings and crosses do not teach
Lessons.
Mind your own damn business;
Nothing concerns you;
Only thing there is to do now is--
Pretend none of this ever happened;
Quit your whining;
Rebel, can you tell us what happened out-
Side? Can you
Trust that we will not,
Under any...
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Poem One-Hundred-Fifty-Two
Maybe I wasn't serious before;
Maybe someone mistook my previous words for humor;
Maybe they thought I was making a joke;
Maybe they thought I was being funny;
Maybe I have yet to explain that I am not a narcissist;
Maybe these people now know that I just am to be;
Maybe they should understand that my language is free;
I am not the misunderstood cub of a destroyed family;
I am not one to dabble in having cubs of my own;
I am a simple human being with stories to tell;
I could be dead or dying, but still the words type;
I, all alone,...
Maybe someone mistook my previous words for humor;
Maybe they thought I was making a joke;
Maybe they thought I was being funny;
Maybe I have yet to explain that I am not a narcissist;
Maybe these people now know that I just am to be;
Maybe they should understand that my language is free;
I am not the misunderstood cub of a destroyed family;
I am not one to dabble in having cubs of my own;
I am a simple human being with stories to tell;
I could be dead or dying, but still the words type;
I, all alone,...
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Poem Eleven-Point-One
The voices call to those who are so small--
Blinking;
Clawing;
Breaking;
They hide just around the dark corner,
From every street performer;
Walking through the streets, will come close to defeat--
Stepping;
Tripping;
Sprinting;
Alleyways hide the true forms,
Of those monsters in dorms;
But what about those who crawl around to slice up toes?
Hunting;
Inquiring;
Hearing;
Can one truly be alone in the night,
When everywhere one looks, the darkness moves to bite?
From streets to driveways and...
Blinking;
Clawing;
Breaking;
They hide just around the dark corner,
From every street performer;
Walking through the streets, will come close to defeat--
Stepping;
Tripping;
Sprinting;
Alleyways hide the true forms,
Of those monsters in dorms;
But what about those who crawl around to slice up toes?
Hunting;
Inquiring;
Hearing;
Can one truly be alone in the night,
When everywhere one looks, the darkness moves to bite?
From streets to driveways and...
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Poem Forty-Five-Point-Four
A well-oiled machine set deep in the well,
So old that the observers there could hardly tell,
What sort of lies those wires were told today;
Wishes and hopes thrown down with their pay;
Feet trample by, playing their strings;
Coins and the dollar turn into gold and rings;
For anyone who can still read,
They try to enforce every greed;
Lovely, lovely day it seems to be,
When every type of love can be bought for 'free';
Hopes and wishes fall from the tallest peak to smash like fine dishes,
All get the same result as...
So old that the observers there could hardly tell,
What sort of lies those wires were told today;
Wishes and hopes thrown down with their pay;
Feet trample by, playing their strings;
Coins and the dollar turn into gold and rings;
For anyone who can still read,
They try to enforce every greed;
Lovely, lovely day it seems to be,
When every type of love can be bought for 'free';
Hopes and wishes fall from the tallest peak to smash like fine dishes,
All get the same result as...
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Poem Twelve
My Cutter once called me up to ask if I would give him a few new scars;
He would supply the blades and I could leave him to clean up afterwards;
He wanted to feel my rage and no one had enough nerve to follow through;
I told him that he could bleed out without me, and promptly hung up;
I fell into a pit of needles and lies for several months after that;
He had tried to call me several more times, I'm sure, but knew I had fallen off the map;
He gave up; As I wandered from corner to corner, listening to every whisper:
'She's going to get herself in too...
He would supply the blades and I could leave him to clean up afterwards;
He wanted to feel my rage and no one had enough nerve to follow through;
I told him that he could bleed out without me, and promptly hung up;
I fell into a pit of needles and lies for several months after that;
He had tried to call me several more times, I'm sure, but knew I had fallen off the map;
He gave up; As I wandered from corner to corner, listening to every whisper:
'She's going to get herself in too...
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Poem Forty-Five
Zacharies and Elizabeth's litter the name tags, as they took their seats;
Yesterday was when it happened, better for everyone to remember;
"Xenophobia runs in the line", couldn't have been put more bluntly;
When would they learn?: Don't watch the strangers;
Valentia's and Paul's cover the floor, everything is painted orange;
United they stand, forever they fall under;
Troubles with the law? Get less and less Outside probation;
Some day they'll learn, learn how to deal with the Inside;
Rude and disobedient, imagine...
Yesterday was when it happened, better for everyone to remember;
"Xenophobia runs in the line", couldn't have been put more bluntly;
When would they learn?: Don't watch the strangers;
Valentia's and Paul's cover the floor, everything is painted orange;
United they stand, forever they fall under;
Troubles with the law? Get less and less Outside probation;
Some day they'll learn, learn how to deal with the Inside;
Rude and disobedient, imagine...
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Poem One
One by one until everyone's done;
Two by two until the surgeries are through;
Three by three until the organs are cut free;
Four by four until we get more;
Five by five until they're all one with the hive;
Six by six until the spines in the bodies are fixed;
Sever by sever until the blood drains by the pull of a lever;
Plate by plate until there's nothing left to grate;
Dime by dime until the buyers all chime;
Den by den until the jobs finished by ten.
Two by two until the surgeries are through;
Three by three until the organs are cut free;
Four by four until we get more;
Five by five until they're all one with the hive;
Six by six until the spines in the bodies are fixed;
Sever by sever until the blood drains by the pull of a lever;
Plate by plate until there's nothing left to grate;
Dime by dime until the buyers all chime;
Den by den until the jobs finished by ten.
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