Submissions by Switchblade
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm here to play with my rage, explore my sinister shadow and steal some souls whilst making hearts weep and/or cackle. If you enjoy my warped mind you are a sick individual if not you are a bland individual! That is all!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 11:30am
21st Jun 2014 11:30am
Taking the Bait.
I'm only playing,
when I pretend to read your secretive little mind.
In a game of psychological Hide 'N Seek
there's no tellin' what I might find!
I'm only messin' when I push your buttons
just to observe the reaction.
Oh, the joy it brings when your pulling strings
and the Puppet dances to satisfaction.
It's for the purpose of experimentation.
Why? because I get bored.
I don't wish to blend with the bland, my friend!
and can't stand a mystery ignored.
I'm only jokin' when I toy with your heart
Like a litle kitten with it's ball of string....
when I pretend to read your secretive little mind.
In a game of psychological Hide 'N Seek
there's no tellin' what I might find!
I'm only messin' when I push your buttons
just to observe the reaction.
Oh, the joy it brings when your pulling strings
and the Puppet dances to satisfaction.
It's for the purpose of experimentation.
Why? because I get bored.
I don't wish to blend with the bland, my friend!
and can't stand a mystery ignored.
I'm only jokin' when I toy with your heart
Like a litle kitten with it's ball of string....
49 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 10:13am
21st Jun 2014 10:13am
Too close for comfort.
I fell down a rabbit hole
and into your head space.
where I was greeted by my own soul
hidden behind your face.
I heard my own words
echo in your breath
as my flesh merged with your flesh
we embraced our own death.
I felt my heart move
whenever you'd sing,
and reflected on all
the love and loathing
mirrors tend to bring.
We were shadow puppets
dancing upon eachother's wall
as our minds became enmeshed
in a place were secrets crawl.
and I saw my secrets
peering out of your eyes
as...
and into your head space.
where I was greeted by my own soul
hidden behind your face.
I heard my own words
echo in your breath
as my flesh merged with your flesh
we embraced our own death.
I felt my heart move
whenever you'd sing,
and reflected on all
the love and loathing
mirrors tend to bring.
We were shadow puppets
dancing upon eachother's wall
as our minds became enmeshed
in a place were secrets crawl.
and I saw my secrets
peering out of your eyes
as...
90 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 4:28pm
14th Apr 2014 4:28pm
A Stone was Thrown
A stone was thrown
and cracks formed in the pain.
A spider's wed was spun
in a very delicate brain.
A stone was thrown
and the ripples are still felt
beneath piercing eyes of ice
ever threatening to melt.
A stone was thrown,
and as it fell
it ricocheted off the walls
of a never ending well.
Echos of the past,
haunting still!
Memories move like phantoms
that time can't kill.
A stone was thrown,
and it smashed my sky.
As forked lightening
crawled across my mind's eye.
A...
and cracks formed in the pain.
A spider's wed was spun
in a very delicate brain.
A stone was thrown
and the ripples are still felt
beneath piercing eyes of ice
ever threatening to melt.
A stone was thrown,
and as it fell
it ricocheted off the walls
of a never ending well.
Echos of the past,
haunting still!
Memories move like phantoms
that time can't kill.
A stone was thrown,
and it smashed my sky.
As forked lightening
crawled across my mind's eye.
A...
101 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 4:18pm
14th Apr 2014 4:18pm
f**kenstein's Mistress.
He was an old, mad scientist,
she an orphaned, little pixie.
He said he could fix things,
so she said fix me.
She was a blank canvas
in the harshness of his eyes,
And he picked dark colors from his pallet
with which he'd paint his lies.
Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle.
Her heart a cheap, trinket toy.
Made to be torn apart.
Easy to destroy.
And where he'd see butterflies
he'd pull off the wings.
And where he'd see people
he'd attach the strings.
And so she danced like a puppet
whilst pretending not to know....
she an orphaned, little pixie.
He said he could fix things,
so she said fix me.
She was a blank canvas
in the harshness of his eyes,
And he picked dark colors from his pallet
with which he'd paint his lies.
Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle.
Her heart a cheap, trinket toy.
Made to be torn apart.
Easy to destroy.
And where he'd see butterflies
he'd pull off the wings.
And where he'd see people
he'd attach the strings.
And so she danced like a puppet
whilst pretending not to know....
76 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 6:31am
11th Feb 2014 6:31am
Perculia Julia's Pocket Poem.
You dont have to tell me I'm odd!
I knew you'd realise in time.
I watched the penny drop in your eyes
and weird's a social crime.
Yes I know I'm strange,
You announce this as if I don't,
but trust me I come in peace.
and remain where not wanted I wont!
If I was rich I'd be eccentric
but In poverty I'm simply mad.
And the thought I brought you shame
well that just makes me sad.
Perculia is a path with so many twists and turns
and I have come to love my rabbit hole head
that wonders and ponders and teachers and learns.
No I'm no normal...
I knew you'd realise in time.
I watched the penny drop in your eyes
and weird's a social crime.
Yes I know I'm strange,
You announce this as if I don't,
but trust me I come in peace.
and remain where not wanted I wont!
If I was rich I'd be eccentric
but In poverty I'm simply mad.
And the thought I brought you shame
well that just makes me sad.
Perculia is a path with so many twists and turns
and I have come to love my rabbit hole head
that wonders and ponders and teachers and learns.
No I'm no normal...
88 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 5:57am
11th Feb 2014 5:57am
My wall.
I try to escape my castle
but something is blocking the door.
I attempt to walk right through it
like a ghost but that reinforces it more!
I try to reach you
but the barriers ten ft tall,
and you cant see the bricks between us
building a solid, transparent wall.
I want to call you
but my voice is mute on the other side
I want to breakthrough
but only manage to collide.
I long to be seen
in a dream where I dont hide
but I hide in the dream
alone and unseen until the dream has died.
I want to show you my soul
but I'm suddenly...
but something is blocking the door.
I attempt to walk right through it
like a ghost but that reinforces it more!
I try to reach you
but the barriers ten ft tall,
and you cant see the bricks between us
building a solid, transparent wall.
I want to call you
but my voice is mute on the other side
I want to breakthrough
but only manage to collide.
I long to be seen
in a dream where I dont hide
but I hide in the dream
alone and unseen until the dream has died.
I want to show you my soul
but I'm suddenly...
71 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 3:17am
9th Feb 2014 3:17am
USING GOD! Kumbaya truth!
You act as if you are ever so Kumbaya,
whilst wounding the world and leaving a scar!
You wear religion like a mask beneath a veil,
and expect to be worshipped for worshipping a fairy tale.
You hide behind that church,
you hide behind that book,
You use the word, the lie
as the bait and the hook.
You're that Christ like maytre
with a cross to bare.
A messiah of fire
talking to air!
Pouring poison in the water.
Polluting the earth.
You've had a God complex
since your second birth!
You preach...
whilst wounding the world and leaving a scar!
You wear religion like a mask beneath a veil,
and expect to be worshipped for worshipping a fairy tale.
You hide behind that church,
you hide behind that book,
You use the word, the lie
as the bait and the hook.
You're that Christ like maytre
with a cross to bare.
A messiah of fire
talking to air!
Pouring poison in the water.
Polluting the earth.
You've had a God complex
since your second birth!
You preach...
67 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 2:15am
8th Feb 2014 2:15am
The Cage
Once upon a time there was a horrid man
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
Jtis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out...
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
Jtis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out...
99 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 00:59am
7th Feb 2014 00:59am
Thank God!
Thank God for the guidence
Those little whispers to my soul.
For making me to break
only to come back whole.
Thank God for humanity
and reality... the puzzle that it is!
All the comedy & tragedy
the sorrow and the bliss.
Thank God for the family
that will forever be as one
No matter who is here or there
or whats remained but gone.
Thank God for the music and magic
that got me through
The beat of the heart
that dances is me and you.
Thank God for the...
Those little whispers to my soul.
For making me to break
only to come back whole.
Thank God for humanity
and reality... the puzzle that it is!
All the comedy & tragedy
the sorrow and the bliss.
Thank God for the family
that will forever be as one
No matter who is here or there
or whats remained but gone.
Thank God for the music and magic
that got me through
The beat of the heart
that dances is me and you.
Thank God for the...
196 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 10:49pm
2nd Dec 2013 10:49pm
Chess with the Devil
I sit opposite my opponent
continuing a game that never ends
sometimes I forget he is my opponent
and imagine we are friends.
I observe his fingers hover playfully
over the delicate pieces
He is playing me stategically
whilst forbidding me my releases.
I make my moves carefuly
try to think three steps ahead
but if he is thinking six
then the king is surely dead.
At times I swear he cheats
though I never can be sure
sometimes when my move defeats
the tables turn back to before!
He has his eye on...
continuing a game that never ends
sometimes I forget he is my opponent
and imagine we are friends.
I observe his fingers hover playfully
over the delicate pieces
He is playing me stategically
whilst forbidding me my releases.
I make my moves carefuly
try to think three steps ahead
but if he is thinking six
then the king is surely dead.
At times I swear he cheats
though I never can be sure
sometimes when my move defeats
the tables turn back to before!
He has his eye on...
158 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 10:18pm
2nd Dec 2013 10:18pm
The Dance of a Predator
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run!
Or learn to avert your whirlpool eyes.
You are locked in a trance
gazing at the hypnotic dance that was born
to create your demise!
It whirls and it spins
upon it's clever pins
coming ever closer to you...
It flips & it flops
It jumps & it drops
and your eyes are fixed like glue.
Nearer and nearer dances the enemy
and you're too perplexed to run.
A few more grains of sand seep through the
hour glass and then your time is done.
Now, so close is death ...
Or learn to avert your whirlpool eyes.
You are locked in a trance
gazing at the hypnotic dance that was born
to create your demise!
It whirls and it spins
upon it's clever pins
coming ever closer to you...
It flips & it flops
It jumps & it drops
and your eyes are fixed like glue.
Nearer and nearer dances the enemy
and you're too perplexed to run.
A few more grains of sand seep through the
hour glass and then your time is done.
Now, so close is death ...
83 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 11:48pm
14th Sep 2013 11:48pm
Poets or parasites?
Poets or parasites of words?
Flocking to dead space in gigantic herds.
Offloading their burdens or whilstling charms
They wrote the bible, the hymns and the psalms!
Self indulgent fucking liars!
selling fools dreams and igniting fires
singing songs that reel in fools
I curse the pen, the paper, the teachers and schools.
The publishers, the editors, the readers. the mass
who feed upon lies as transparent as glass.
There are no words to sum up anything we experience or feel
we cant even see yet speak of whats real!
Flocking to dead space in gigantic herds.
Offloading their burdens or whilstling charms
They wrote the bible, the hymns and the psalms!
Self indulgent fucking liars!
selling fools dreams and igniting fires
singing songs that reel in fools
I curse the pen, the paper, the teachers and schools.
The publishers, the editors, the readers. the mass
who feed upon lies as transparent as glass.
There are no words to sum up anything we experience or feel
we cant even see yet speak of whats real!
104 reads
2 Comments
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