Submissions by TheFutureEmbrace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about what I know. Emotional, confessional words. I guess sometimes it can be quite depressive or macabre stuff, but I don't see it as such. Anyway, when was there ever a happy poet?
The Willow Tree
I was never new
Born a shell
Shaky steps
Bloodied claws held me so-
crooked and curved
Images befitting burnt branches
Swaying with the ashes
No air is fresh-
only stinging.
I was never new
Born to the bleak
and weak eyed
Fruitless times
Woven into exaggeration
Flares of nothing
Fanned flames of under- everything
Yet here I sit still
Convolution and caressing
I was never new
Born a man, with-
Too many suns to ponder
or too few?
Born a shell
Shaky steps
Bloodied claws held me so-
crooked and curved
Images befitting burnt branches
Swaying with the ashes
No air is fresh-
only stinging.
I was never new
Born to the bleak
and weak eyed
Fruitless times
Woven into exaggeration
Flares of nothing
Fanned flames of under- everything
Yet here I sit still
Convolution and caressing
I was never new
Born a man, with-
Too many suns to ponder
or too few?
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After all this time
Now I'm nothing.
Now I'm nothing.
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These Six Walls
These hours again
Silence, but the clock
ticking-
nicking away at my life
The feline on the floor
Truth in a purr
Lights of technology
Straddle my sanity
Thoughts I shouldn't think
Loves I never lost
The life I couldn't lead
Faces glaring
Brothers staring-
down from these six walls.
This silence means
This room is my everything
Their faces flutter across my eyes-
Every heart they ever gave
Each one of them I loved
The walls...
Silence, but the clock
ticking-
nicking away at my life
The feline on the floor
Truth in a purr
Lights of technology
Straddle my sanity
Thoughts I shouldn't think
Loves I never lost
The life I couldn't lead
Faces glaring
Brothers staring-
down from these six walls.
This silence means
This room is my everything
Their faces flutter across my eyes-
Every heart they ever gave
Each one of them I loved
The walls...
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The Beauty of the Beaten
I am famished
Can’t you hear my stomach grumble?
Its been so long since she fed me
I’m growing weaker by the day
Each dream replaced
By the feasts I would devour
I can feel saliva dripping
As I close my eyes and see her
My tongue slashing her skin
O Lord such a sweet taste
Her tears kept me fat
I grew gluttonous from her-
I would have drank her blood
This parasite of hers
The leech she couldn't pluck
I would give anything for just one more bite
Starving for her scent
If only one more scratch to savour
Just a weep to...
Can’t you hear my stomach grumble?
Its been so long since she fed me
I’m growing weaker by the day
Each dream replaced
By the feasts I would devour
I can feel saliva dripping
As I close my eyes and see her
My tongue slashing her skin
O Lord such a sweet taste
Her tears kept me fat
I grew gluttonous from her-
I would have drank her blood
This parasite of hers
The leech she couldn't pluck
I would give anything for just one more bite
Starving for her scent
If only one more scratch to savour
Just a weep to...
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Sermon (of the Stitches)
The church bells are ringing.
White coats are smiling
Shaken hands so reassuring
Calling me forth
Cold fingers are probing
Calm voices relieving
My knees against the wall
This bed is so mechanical
Paper sheets softly cushion
Breaking my fall
She tells me to count backwards
Legs being roughly drawn
Am I (dreaming) breathing at all?
The scalpel is stinging
Something is oozing
Echoes on the floor
The blackness gets darker
Tissues being torn
Aching...
White coats are smiling
Shaken hands so reassuring
Calling me forth
Cold fingers are probing
Calm voices relieving
My knees against the wall
This bed is so mechanical
Paper sheets softly cushion
Breaking my fall
She tells me to count backwards
Legs being roughly drawn
Am I (dreaming) breathing at all?
The scalpel is stinging
Something is oozing
Echoes on the floor
The blackness gets darker
Tissues being torn
Aching...
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Past Lives
No oceans will matter
No distance will register
These miles mean nothing
You’re my stranger
No words can be uttered
To repair countless cracks
I’ll never see comfort
You will wash your hands and wonder
Time will never heal
Tears will be forgotten
Lives will stretch for longer
Than I ever could imagine
Our differences don’t echo
No words are ever muttered
No hands are ever shaken
No sorry's ever uttered
I wish we could smile and see
The crimson ache its caused
Such losses endured
Your silence is...
No distance will register
These miles mean nothing
You’re my stranger
No words can be uttered
To repair countless cracks
I’ll never see comfort
You will wash your hands and wonder
Time will never heal
Tears will be forgotten
Lives will stretch for longer
Than I ever could imagine
Our differences don’t echo
No words are ever muttered
No hands are ever shaken
No sorry's ever uttered
I wish we could smile and see
The crimson ache its caused
Such losses endured
Your silence is...
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Water Slides
Deeper he goes
Deeper he goes
Louder she moans
Harder she groans
Their fucking gets faster
His eyes snap closed
Such sordid throes-
Passionately they roll
Faster she shakes
He's sweating, he fakes
She ripples, she cums
She mumbles, 'what fun!'
He gasps, he shakes
Yet another mistake
Dismounting, he sighs
And inwardly cries
And quietly curses
And silently screams:
To this disease I'm tied
Down this spiral I slide
I'm sick of this veil
and of living a lie.
Deeper he goes
Louder she moans
Harder she groans
Their fucking gets faster
His eyes snap closed
Such sordid throes-
Passionately they roll
Faster she shakes
He's sweating, he fakes
She ripples, she cums
She mumbles, 'what fun!'
He gasps, he shakes
Yet another mistake
Dismounting, he sighs
And inwardly cries
And quietly curses
And silently screams:
To this disease I'm tied
Down this spiral I slide
I'm sick of this veil
and of living a lie.
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Hollowed
At first they were untouched
Were unstained and were unseen
For he was their pillar of hope
On which to trust and whom to lean
But then the stroking started
Return their pain once felt
Once again such searing orifices
-that musky odour smelt
Thrust and thrust their sobs would echo
Tears and blood would run together
Legs apart with palms pressed down
Lasting an eternity, lasting forever
Crying themselves to sleep
Please God let us not wake
Yet with suns first kiss
- awoken they were
Such atrocities forced to take.
And...
Were unstained and were unseen
For he was their pillar of hope
On which to trust and whom to lean
But then the stroking started
Return their pain once felt
Once again such searing orifices
-that musky odour smelt
Thrust and thrust their sobs would echo
Tears and blood would run together
Legs apart with palms pressed down
Lasting an eternity, lasting forever
Crying themselves to sleep
Please God let us not wake
Yet with suns first kiss
- awoken they were
Such atrocities forced to take.
And...
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Enemy
There is no life to lead
No love to leave
in here
This hollow
Unto which I’m bonded
I’m my own
Hateful prisoner
My gnashing guard
my towering walls
No oats to retch;
- no bloodied fingers to reach
no fluid to spill
To stain this cracked floor
My sanctuary.
There are no chains to break
No smiles to fake
no fury to feel
No cuts to heal-
Loss’s to mourn-
Nor scabs torn
There is nothing
Days spent lost
-into years forgot
My own captive
My crimson queen
This silent implosion...
No love to leave
in here
This hollow
Unto which I’m bonded
I’m my own
Hateful prisoner
My gnashing guard
my towering walls
No oats to retch;
- no bloodied fingers to reach
no fluid to spill
To stain this cracked floor
My sanctuary.
There are no chains to break
No smiles to fake
no fury to feel
No cuts to heal-
Loss’s to mourn-
Nor scabs torn
There is nothing
Days spent lost
-into years forgot
My own captive
My crimson queen
This silent implosion...
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Lady Judas
She never eats
She never sleeps
Just sits and stares
And cries and weeps
She looks so young
But thin and frail
Her skins so soft
So soft and pale
Her eyes are dark
Hurt and cold
Alight with fear
Such stories they hold
About the way she's suffered
Her endless pain
She doesn't dare hope
Its always the same
She will never be helped
And she will never be free
She will never escape
Escape from me.
She never sleeps
Just sits and stares
And cries and weeps
She looks so young
But thin and frail
Her skins so soft
So soft and pale
Her eyes are dark
Hurt and cold
Alight with fear
Such stories they hold
About the way she's suffered
Her endless pain
She doesn't dare hope
Its always the same
She will never be helped
And she will never be free
She will never escape
Escape from me.
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Emma
Somewhere near
Surrounding me
I can hear
Insulting me
Laughter and pointing
Haunts me
These phantoms of the corridor
Waiting to hurt me
They are closing in
Snarling at me
I'm going to cry
Punching me
I long to fly
Kicking me
I long to die
I cannot see
My world has gone black
Thankfully
I'm going to die
Mercilessly
Its all gone grey
Mercifully
I no longer see
And now I am flying...
Surrounding me
I can hear
Insulting me
Laughter and pointing
Haunts me
These phantoms of the corridor
Waiting to hurt me
They are closing in
Snarling at me
I'm going to cry
Punching me
I long to fly
Kicking me
I long to die
I cannot see
My world has gone black
Thankfully
I'm going to die
Mercilessly
Its all gone grey
Mercifully
I no longer see
And now I am flying...
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Birthday Girl
I'm awake
and
Somethings forcing itself
Upwards, into myself
No help, but I am screaming!
Meaning; no one is coming
Running? None. My family must be dead
Burning red, blinding me
I cannot see, its hatefully intruding
Another is protruding, brushing my lips
Pain! Something rips
A scream escapes me
Nothing to see, but the pale skin of him
His thrust and moan
Alone, I'm completely
My useless whimpers puncturing the agony
As they continually rape and beat me
and the one in front ties my lifeless wrists ...
and
Somethings forcing itself
Upwards, into myself
No help, but I am screaming!
Meaning; no one is coming
Running? None. My family must be dead
Burning red, blinding me
I cannot see, its hatefully intruding
Another is protruding, brushing my lips
Pain! Something rips
A scream escapes me
Nothing to see, but the pale skin of him
His thrust and moan
Alone, I'm completely
My useless whimpers puncturing the agony
As they continually rape and beat me
and the one in front ties my lifeless wrists ...
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