Submissions by PierreTheMad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
All mad all the time. ***I'm still here I've just taken a bit of a reprieve to reflect on my self and my life. It has been very exciting and informative and best of all, transformative. I will return but in a different form, greater than before.
Identity - Part 1
Thoughts dropped from tongue tip
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest with in my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect replica
(of...
Cliff-diving, sprouting wings
Gliding eloquently
to find nest with in my ear
Chirp chirp echoed words
reverberating truths are sent
in secret handshakes
Wading wells, spilling out into my heart
Plucked in fear and resonance
Stirred surface goes serene as I am lifting away
Smoothing glass grade retrospection
My words, another's reflection
Lip-synching the chirps of thoughts
and water-drop conceptions
Hoisted high in starving light
Swallowed, vanishing inside a perfect replica
(of...
106 reads
4 Comments
Drift
Here is the moment where we digress.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue and empty sky can be.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue and empty sky can be.
122 reads
9 Comments
Upon A Darkened Path
There are no guarantees upon a darkened path
And usually no parades when you come back
from exploring all those places
that hide the knowledge of your Self
You feel the ground a little firmer
and your footsteps a bit more sure
But the only one who celebrates with you is you
They alone and no more
When this new You attempts at times
to express in flight
in words as lovely as waves upon the shore
It is, most often, discarded,
overlooked,
unindulged.
Or, at worst, and most frequently,
ignored.
You...
And usually no parades when you come back
from exploring all those places
that hide the knowledge of your Self
You feel the ground a little firmer
and your footsteps a bit more sure
But the only one who celebrates with you is you
They alone and no more
When this new You attempts at times
to express in flight
in words as lovely as waves upon the shore
It is, most often, discarded,
overlooked,
unindulged.
Or, at worst, and most frequently,
ignored.
You...
208 reads
3 Comments
She Insisted That I Listen
493 reads
15 Comments
The Standard Corral for a Wild Heart
I'm the adventurous sort
I charge headlong into things
that strike a chord or spark a flame
I chase lightning and bend rainbows
to illuminate my capricious paths
I ride comets and shooting stars
as they rush headlong into the earth
I enjoy getting thrown from the impact
as they shatter into millions of shimmering pieces
I laugh out loud as the shower of the spacefrost and stardust
coats me and the ground around me
leaving an impression of who I was in that moment
I look back on those days and forward to every tomorrow...
I charge headlong into things
that strike a chord or spark a flame
I chase lightning and bend rainbows
to illuminate my capricious paths
I ride comets and shooting stars
as they rush headlong into the earth
I enjoy getting thrown from the impact
as they shatter into millions of shimmering pieces
I laugh out loud as the shower of the spacefrost and stardust
coats me and the ground around me
leaving an impression of who I was in that moment
I look back on those days and forward to every tomorrow...
259 reads
14 Comments
At Her Altar
It was in the way you said 'No'
that turned up the heat
Sweat beading on my brow
Another cage in which to place
my pacing desire
All I wanted was a touch
But the sign that flashed in your eyes
made it clear
You were closed to my business
To twist the screw like this
is the most illustrious torture
I could hope to endure
Delicious like thick, dark chocolate
pouring heavy
I can feel the sweet oppression in your words
Your tone, surprising
Surpassing my expectations
I've never felt such control
such want for your...
that turned up the heat
Sweat beading on my brow
Another cage in which to place
my pacing desire
All I wanted was a touch
But the sign that flashed in your eyes
made it clear
You were closed to my business
To twist the screw like this
is the most illustrious torture
I could hope to endure
Delicious like thick, dark chocolate
pouring heavy
I can feel the sweet oppression in your words
Your tone, surprising
Surpassing my expectations
I've never felt such control
such want for your...
508 reads
18 Comments
The Ridiculous Things I Know About Goodest
This is not an official entry. I'm just putting it here because I know I'll have to reference it again and would like it handy.*
1) He babbles on endlessly and claims victory in fights by making 5th grade rhymes about his detractors
2) He claims to be some mathematical genius but misses simple metaphors and substantiated points
3) He talks about the Scientific Method yet never seems to glean anything from things people have to say about or to him.
4) He spouts on endlessly and pointlessly about God but offers no real...
1) He babbles on endlessly and claims victory in fights by making 5th grade rhymes about his detractors
2) He claims to be some mathematical genius but misses simple metaphors and substantiated points
3) He talks about the Scientific Method yet never seems to glean anything from things people have to say about or to him.
4) He spouts on endlessly and pointlessly about God but offers no real...
311 reads
23 Comments
First Stirrings
I remember her very vividly; her hair, her smile, her breasts. She lived just two houses down from us and she came over to see my dad. She was damaged in that particular way, they'd wager. But I had no idea what that meant at the time. I was eleven and Tina was the perfect age of seventeen, with the body of a slender yet exciting seventeen-year old woman. She had moved to Florida to live with her aunt and uncle all the way from Hawaii. Family trouble, they'd wager. But her smile showed me none of that. It was sweet, bright, and unburdened and it shone through even when she talked....
177 reads
3 Comments
Love Cinquain
Raindrops
Shining sun
Falling golden arrows
Cupid takes his aim
Enamored
Shining sun
Falling golden arrows
Cupid takes his aim
Enamored
329 reads
5 Comments
Mad Epitaph
PierreTheMad,
a lucky old bastard.
His Wife and 3 Kids
saved his life from disaster.
A thirst for knowledge
A search for compassion
But his penchant for sex
taught his heart its last lesson.
a lucky old bastard.
His Wife and 3 Kids
saved his life from disaster.
A thirst for knowledge
A search for compassion
But his penchant for sex
taught his heart its last lesson.
146 reads
1 Comment
Pygmalion's Meditation
(for the 'Myths and Legend' competition)
Great Gods of Fate and Fury
guide my hands and
bless these implements
as they attempt to channel passion
into the making of a marvel
granting warmth to an expression
a tribute statuesque
to the power and compassion
you have somehow siphoned into
this one dynamic form
Help me
Nay,
Allow these hands
to catch those sparks of shooting stars
and place them in her eyes
to hear an ardent heartbeat
thumping out my name
to...
Great Gods of Fate and Fury
guide my hands and
bless these implements
as they attempt to channel passion
into the making of a marvel
granting warmth to an expression
a tribute statuesque
to the power and compassion
you have somehow siphoned into
this one dynamic form
Help me
Nay,
Allow these hands
to catch those sparks of shooting stars
and place them in her eyes
to hear an ardent heartbeat
thumping out my name
to...
180 reads
5 Comments
Circadian
I'm tired of living the same day over and over and over again; I wake up, I get the kids ready, I take Andrew to school, I get on the computer, I feel lonely, I want to drink, I want to do drugs, I hate myself because I've done so little with my life, I make lunch, I watch something on Netflix (kids shows), I pick up Andrew from school, I help him with homework, I make him feel bad because I push him to do better and I don't know how or when to back off, I wake up my wife so she can go to work, I see her for 30 minutes in which we talk about all the mind-numbing crap she/we have to do, she...
191 reads
6 Comments
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