Submissions by Penknife
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi there, I'm a scouse poet meaning I was born and bred in Liverpool, UK. Most of my poems are from personal experience. I have written since I was ten. I also have a passion for psychology and a focus on therapeutic writing.
You're so sexy when you're angry.
You're so sexy when your angry
Serious expression, fiery eyes.
Flushed face with temperature rise.
Thunder in your voice
Passion in your blood!
Glaring at me
You look so damn good!
Hot, hot, hot
I'm pushing your buttons
so you'll give me all you got.
Licking your lips
as you speak.
Hands on hips
make my knees weak.
Towering over me
Warning, warm breath in my ear.
I'm biting my lip
with excitement and fear.
Ruffled hair, loosend tie.
Eyes peering over glasses
Exasperated sigh.
...
Serious expression, fiery eyes.
Flushed face with temperature rise.
Thunder in your voice
Passion in your blood!
Glaring at me
You look so damn good!
Hot, hot, hot
I'm pushing your buttons
so you'll give me all you got.
Licking your lips
as you speak.
Hands on hips
make my knees weak.
Towering over me
Warning, warm breath in my ear.
I'm biting my lip
with excitement and fear.
Ruffled hair, loosend tie.
Eyes peering over glasses
Exasperated sigh.
...
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Strangled Scream.
At work....
Gritted teeth grind behind phoney smile.
Eyes try to disguise the vile.
Nails dig so deep in palm
wash away blood, ignore self harm.
At Home alone...
Tears land on hurt hand.
Search ceiling for the leak.
Mind realise came from own eyes
slap in the face.
Being weak! BEING WEAK!!!
Hissed words when speak.
Doubled over with crippling self hate.
Fist pounds on floor
BERATE! BERATE! BERATE!
Stiff spine all the time,
knotted stomach, nose-bleeds,
head aches upon head-aches.
The pain never sleeps....
Gritted teeth grind behind phoney smile.
Eyes try to disguise the vile.
Nails dig so deep in palm
wash away blood, ignore self harm.
At Home alone...
Tears land on hurt hand.
Search ceiling for the leak.
Mind realise came from own eyes
slap in the face.
Being weak! BEING WEAK!!!
Hissed words when speak.
Doubled over with crippling self hate.
Fist pounds on floor
BERATE! BERATE! BERATE!
Stiff spine all the time,
knotted stomach, nose-bleeds,
head aches upon head-aches.
The pain never sleeps....
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5 Comments
HE HELL
In a place where memories and fears
conceive ideas that cannot be left behind
there lives a terrorised spirit
and a traumatised mind.
In a place no one knows,
In a realm no man understands,
the blood of my soul
drenches his hands.
In a downward spiral my thoughts
frantically fall and carelessly spill,
for he murdered my faith
and slaughtered my will.
In the growing void ever expanding
beneath my skin
there is a door where he
forced his way in.
In a chamber of rage
where justice became a...
conceive ideas that cannot be left behind
there lives a terrorised spirit
and a traumatised mind.
In a place no one knows,
In a realm no man understands,
the blood of my soul
drenches his hands.
In a downward spiral my thoughts
frantically fall and carelessly spill,
for he murdered my faith
and slaughtered my will.
In the growing void ever expanding
beneath my skin
there is a door where he
forced his way in.
In a chamber of rage
where justice became a...
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Hated Hands.
Starving stomachs rumble at the sight of rotting fruit
as stagnant waters wet parched lips.
Mirages only appear in desolate places
and vanish at the touch of the fingertips.
Starved hearts pine at the sight of rotten souls
as dying hope seems revived.
Closed eyes imagine light in the night
where nothing but darkness has survived.
Pain becomes pleasure to those who feel numb
as they secretly, silently scream.
When pushed too far the mind will warp
a living nightmare into a dream.
The flesh responds as it was made to do...
as stagnant waters wet parched lips.
Mirages only appear in desolate places
and vanish at the touch of the fingertips.
Starved hearts pine at the sight of rotten souls
as dying hope seems revived.
Closed eyes imagine light in the night
where nothing but darkness has survived.
Pain becomes pleasure to those who feel numb
as they secretly, silently scream.
When pushed too far the mind will warp
a living nightmare into a dream.
The flesh responds as it was made to do...
125 reads
3 Comments
There's nothing like not knowing.
There is nothing like not knowing
it stops the dead cert in it's tracks
and with the heart just listen
until the silence cracks.
It makes fear itself glisten
and keeps the embers of hope glowing
It keeps the eyes and heart searching
there is nothing like not knowing.
Even when wishes turn to cinders
in the dying fires of lost hope
we know that miracles do happen
and throw the sinking heart a rope.
A life without mystery makes for
stagnant souls and downcast eyes
With trepidation and...
it stops the dead cert in it's tracks
and with the heart just listen
until the silence cracks.
It makes fear itself glisten
and keeps the embers of hope glowing
It keeps the eyes and heart searching
there is nothing like not knowing.
Even when wishes turn to cinders
in the dying fires of lost hope
we know that miracles do happen
and throw the sinking heart a rope.
A life without mystery makes for
stagnant souls and downcast eyes
With trepidation and...
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6 Comments
Lil Ms Passive-Aggressive.
Lil Ms Passive-Aggressive
All rolling eyes and twisted smirks.
She plays the smilin' assassin
because she loves the way it works.
All backhanded compliments
and sneaky sidewards jabs.
Her extended hand of friendship,
snatches, claws and grabs.
She speaks with two tongues
and lives behind two faces.
She grits her teeth and stiffens
in so-called friendly embraces.
She bats her pretty lashers
whilst bubbling under with rage.
Her love is but a snare
Her heart a mere cage.
She denies all her lies
then...
All rolling eyes and twisted smirks.
She plays the smilin' assassin
because she loves the way it works.
All backhanded compliments
and sneaky sidewards jabs.
Her extended hand of friendship,
snatches, claws and grabs.
She speaks with two tongues
and lives behind two faces.
She grits her teeth and stiffens
in so-called friendly embraces.
She bats her pretty lashers
whilst bubbling under with rage.
Her love is but a snare
Her heart a mere cage.
She denies all her lies
then...
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4 Comments
Locked In A Poem.
Gotya! Your eyes are mine!
I can feel them right now scanning this line.
I'm infiltrating you through space and time.
As the tongue of your mind chants my rhyme.
There's no turning back
once the connection's been made!
I'm inside of you now
Where I'll remain though fade.
My invisible hand reaches
through your screen.
My thoughts twirl in your brain
like a dancing dream.
I don't seek your approval
or need your consent.
Just your ability
to see what's meant.
A piece of me is yours
You're a...
I can feel them right now scanning this line.
I'm infiltrating you through space and time.
As the tongue of your mind chants my rhyme.
There's no turning back
once the connection's been made!
I'm inside of you now
Where I'll remain though fade.
My invisible hand reaches
through your screen.
My thoughts twirl in your brain
like a dancing dream.
I don't seek your approval
or need your consent.
Just your ability
to see what's meant.
A piece of me is yours
You're a...
191 reads
6 Comments
The Dungeon of the Disillusioned.
My mind became a playpen
Inside my tiny friends.
We created more of us
in magic landscapes without ends.
My playpen became a world
as reality drifted further away.
I played in here for hours
but I got locked in one day.
My world became a dungeon
My friends are apparitions.
Love is but a mirage in a desert
of voices and visions.
My dungeon turned upside down
In a frantic search for the key.
Beneath broken parts and
shards of heart lives the real me.
I know it's in here...
Inside my tiny friends.
We created more of us
in magic landscapes without ends.
My playpen became a world
as reality drifted further away.
I played in here for hours
but I got locked in one day.
My world became a dungeon
My friends are apparitions.
Love is but a mirage in a desert
of voices and visions.
My dungeon turned upside down
In a frantic search for the key.
Beneath broken parts and
shards of heart lives the real me.
I know it's in here...
90 reads
3 Comments
The hand of death.
I saw the hand of the shadow of death,
secretly stroking your face.
I watched it's fingers creep to your neck
then chest and come to rest at that place.
I heard you question apocalyptic theory.
Was the end of the world coming true?
I inwardly whispered the answer...
Not for us all but for you.
I saw an open casket
and bled the tears of a silent primal scream.
If only my premonition
had been but a silly, passing dream!
The hand of an artist blots out the sun
and dooms the canvas to gloom.
It...
secretly stroking your face.
I watched it's fingers creep to your neck
then chest and come to rest at that place.
I heard you question apocalyptic theory.
Was the end of the world coming true?
I inwardly whispered the answer...
Not for us all but for you.
I saw an open casket
and bled the tears of a silent primal scream.
If only my premonition
had been but a silly, passing dream!
The hand of an artist blots out the sun
and dooms the canvas to gloom.
It...
181 reads
5 Comments
Jekyll And Hyde.
Walk with caution for you lie with a man
who says what he says but does what he can!
You were entranced by his velvet voice.
Enraptured, captured, void of choice.
See it brewing in his treacle coloured eyes.
Smooth words drip slick lies.
The living, breathing, epitome
of addiction!
He appears in fact...in fiction.
He arrives in love but comes with pain.
Take caution when you call his name.
He tugs at heart strings before snapping each one.
He'll push you all the way to gone.
A smiling assassin, a false befriender.
A trick, a lie, an...
who says what he says but does what he can!
You were entranced by his velvet voice.
Enraptured, captured, void of choice.
See it brewing in his treacle coloured eyes.
Smooth words drip slick lies.
The living, breathing, epitome
of addiction!
He appears in fact...in fiction.
He arrives in love but comes with pain.
Take caution when you call his name.
He tugs at heart strings before snapping each one.
He'll push you all the way to gone.
A smiling assassin, a false befriender.
A trick, a lie, an...
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1 Comment
Fly, My Pretties, Fly!
I live in the suburbs
but frequent the cities
My works based there
Gotta feed my pretties.
They line my pockets
I bleed 'em dry.
Black holes in their sockets
and souls fit to fry.
They get the jitters
without their fixes
I'm the chemist in the lab
preparing the mixes.
The witch doctor
of poisons an potions
The medicine man
with no emotions.
The need needles 'em
everyday
if it wasn't for that
i'd go without pay!
Beautiful people
watch the sparkle fading away
sunken faces, bags of bones,
thining hair and...
but frequent the cities
My works based there
Gotta feed my pretties.
They line my pockets
I bleed 'em dry.
Black holes in their sockets
and souls fit to fry.
They get the jitters
without their fixes
I'm the chemist in the lab
preparing the mixes.
The witch doctor
of poisons an potions
The medicine man
with no emotions.
The need needles 'em
everyday
if it wasn't for that
i'd go without pay!
Beautiful people
watch the sparkle fading away
sunken faces, bags of bones,
thining hair and...
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Satan's Sweets.
The devil came a knockin'
with a pocket full o' treats.
He had surprises up both sleeves
and psychedelic sweets.
We blasted some beats
then knocked 'em back with dizzy water.
He kissed my lips and thrust his hips,
whilst calling me his daughter.
He said he needed to make tracks.
I laughed and said don't we fuckin' all!
He promised me 'the works'
the next time he came to call.
Forever pushing the boundaries.
Forever blurring the lines.
We all need to take the edge off,
in weary, fucked up times.
But now I'm...
with a pocket full o' treats.
He had surprises up both sleeves
and psychedelic sweets.
We blasted some beats
then knocked 'em back with dizzy water.
He kissed my lips and thrust his hips,
whilst calling me his daughter.
He said he needed to make tracks.
I laughed and said don't we fuckin' all!
He promised me 'the works'
the next time he came to call.
Forever pushing the boundaries.
Forever blurring the lines.
We all need to take the edge off,
in weary, fucked up times.
But now I'm...
199 reads
4 Comments
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