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.
Control
Inhale
Breathe deep
and steal that fuel from the flames.
While others dance,
and stoke,
and heap upon the kindling,
just pull a blanket over the blaze
and put it to rest.
Lay your head upon the pillow's down.
Let the feathers
become your wings.
Molted soft like your involvement
Feel the rush of cooled and airy distance
as the strength of hollow bones
beats the wind to carry you away.
Swoop down
that tips may skim and play
upon the undisturbed surfaces
of midnight waters.
Let ripple expand with calm...
Breathe deep
and steal that fuel from the flames.
While others dance,
and stoke,
and heap upon the kindling,
just pull a blanket over the blaze
and put it to rest.
Lay your head upon the pillow's down.
Let the feathers
become your wings.
Molted soft like your involvement
Feel the rush of cooled and airy distance
as the strength of hollow bones
beats the wind to carry you away.
Swoop down
that tips may skim and play
upon the undisturbed surfaces
of midnight waters.
Let ripple expand with calm...
289 reads
4 Comments
Just Once More (Jestalessa's Edit)
Sultry phoenix rising
Our tryst ending
Collecting her effects
“No vayas todavia!”
She spins ablaze
Fucked, not conquered
Cat-like presence
Wants me wanting
Overwhelming silent power
Eyes meet speaking
Prey hunter hypnotizing
Lips fire furious
Burning dance commences
Swallowing her taste
Volcanic cock monolith
Taken deep within
Fingernails dig deep
White hot tension
Rapid, shallow breathing
Proving grounds condemn
Burn, Thrust,...
Our tryst ending
Collecting her effects
“No vayas todavia!”
She spins ablaze
Fucked, not conquered
Cat-like presence
Wants me wanting
Overwhelming silent power
Eyes meet speaking
Prey hunter hypnotizing
Lips fire furious
Burning dance commences
Swallowing her taste
Volcanic cock monolith
Taken deep within
Fingernails dig deep
White hot tension
Rapid, shallow breathing
Proving grounds condemn
Burn, Thrust,...
286 reads
2 Comments
Just Once More
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1039 reads
10 Comments
Old Acquaintance
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528 reads
8 Comments
(Collaboration)
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212 reads
7 Comments
Bonfire of the Tragedies
Flipping through this comic book,
I remember how badly I wanted to be a superhero
I could have stopped him from beating my mom
and beating me.
Or at least been able to shrug it all off and say to him
'Hitting us doesn’t make you strong.'”
There was a long silence
Then he took a swig of his beer
and threw the comic book into the bonfire
I didn’t know what to say
I couldn’t relate
My dad was never around to hit me
I remember how badly I wanted to be a superhero
I could have stopped him from beating my mom
and beating me.
Or at least been able to shrug it all off and say to him
'Hitting us doesn’t make you strong.'”
There was a long silence
Then he took a swig of his beer
and threw the comic book into the bonfire
I didn’t know what to say
I couldn’t relate
My dad was never around to hit me
242 reads
2 Comments
Desperate Measures
A light grip here
A barrage of snacks and fatty foods there
Anger
Lust
Frustration
Higher thought doesn't seem to help
I got lost in a cape
I used to put on
to adorn and enshrine
my last shreds of hope
Laws in place for the stupid and frustrated
Trapped in their lives
Forced spectators as each moment ticks by
Disgrace in repetition of needs not being met
Escape the only door left unguarded
Even if the hallway leads straight into Hell
At least damnation is a far-cry better
than a death invested in...
A barrage of snacks and fatty foods there
Anger
Lust
Frustration
Higher thought doesn't seem to help
I got lost in a cape
I used to put on
to adorn and enshrine
my last shreds of hope
Laws in place for the stupid and frustrated
Trapped in their lives
Forced spectators as each moment ticks by
Disgrace in repetition of needs not being met
Escape the only door left unguarded
Even if the hallway leads straight into Hell
At least damnation is a far-cry better
than a death invested in...
278 reads
4 Comments
Circus by the Shovel-full
What’s that sound?
The spectacle!
Seems the circus is back in town
Guess these humble folks still have something left to give
Something to take away
Once the circus decides to leave again
The ringleader,
That barker charlatan,
Stands poised with megaphone
To wax philosophic
Sophist and sophomoric
Clamboring for all that attention
Waving all his tired acts out
To perform before them
And they applaud
Blustering bravado with tales of machismo
And cheap, plastic trinkets
For proof that he was there
Hell, I...
The spectacle!
Seems the circus is back in town
Guess these humble folks still have something left to give
Something to take away
Once the circus decides to leave again
The ringleader,
That barker charlatan,
Stands poised with megaphone
To wax philosophic
Sophist and sophomoric
Clamboring for all that attention
Waving all his tired acts out
To perform before them
And they applaud
Blustering bravado with tales of machismo
And cheap, plastic trinkets
For proof that he was there
Hell, I...
184 reads
4 Comments
Graphite Kiss
The sensation
Trailing graphite on the page
Words in basic
Woven through emotion
A capture of feeling
No tapping on keys
(Untilwe both want for exhibition)
A more intimate
and personal
approach
The sound of the tip grinding
As it drags across the page
Gracefully dancing and sighing in time with its artist
The sweet friction of contact
And the grace that is left behind
Each subtle little effort
Making letters
Forming words
The mouth as it follows closely
Their construction...
Trailing graphite on the page
Words in basic
Woven through emotion
A capture of feeling
No tapping on keys
(Untilwe both want for exhibition)
A more intimate
and personal
approach
The sound of the tip grinding
As it drags across the page
Gracefully dancing and sighing in time with its artist
The sweet friction of contact
And the grace that is left behind
Each subtle little effort
Making letters
Forming words
The mouth as it follows closely
Their construction...
575 reads
7 Comments
f**kfist
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237 reads
8 Comments
Promenade of Lights
Began the day at 6am
Out one door and in another
Trading keys for keys
and theengine hums to life
It's an import.
Don't judge me.
From P to R
White lights needed
to illuminate the ground behindthe wheels
(Because the sun is dragging its ass this time of year)
Up the small incline and onto the street
From R to D and we're off
Flow smoothly throughthe neighborhood
Stuck listening to Massive Attack's 'Mezzanine'
Over and over and over
Becauseher voice is haunting
Itspeaks of some...
Out one door and in another
Trading keys for keys
and theengine hums to life
It's an import.
Don't judge me.
From P to R
White lights needed
to illuminate the ground behindthe wheels
(Because the sun is dragging its ass this time of year)
Up the small incline and onto the street
From R to D and we're off
Flow smoothly throughthe neighborhood
Stuck listening to Massive Attack's 'Mezzanine'
Over and over and over
Becauseher voice is haunting
Itspeaks of some...
195 reads
5 Comments
Ghost In The Machine
Only here will you find me
Shared quietly amongst a select few
These thoughts of Rage,
Fear and Adoration
Encased
Encapsulated
In a smooth, electronic form
For all the gawkers and sympathetic onlookers
To taste and retrace
Back to their own origins
Usernames
Passwords
Logins
My Updates
“Published”
“Commented on”
Browsing thousands of kilobytes
Of digitized emotions
Artistic apprehensions
Searchable through Google
With 80,000 results returned
Words are just words and everybody is...
Shared quietly amongst a select few
These thoughts of Rage,
Fear and Adoration
Encased
Encapsulated
In a smooth, electronic form
For all the gawkers and sympathetic onlookers
To taste and retrace
Back to their own origins
Usernames
Passwords
Logins
My Updates
“Published”
“Commented on”
Browsing thousands of kilobytes
Of digitized emotions
Artistic apprehensions
Searchable through Google
With 80,000 results returned
Words are just words and everybody is...
201 reads
4 Comments
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