Submissions by case28 (Alexander Case)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not the antichrist and I'm sure as fuck not the virgin Mary but somewhere between ulna and radius you'll feel every single word when I drive in the nails
Cut Her
Tortured image
beautiful pain
I agonise with acceptance of her
compulsion
to please her cutter
cutting her
cutting me.
Cradled
in the arms of her killer
a child eclipsed
tainted eyes
innocent witness of her lust for peril.
As Moses was bound to his people
the chosen one
to free the slaves…
If only I could cut her
free.
beautiful pain
I agonise with acceptance of her
compulsion
to please her cutter
cutting her
cutting me.
Cradled
in the arms of her killer
a child eclipsed
tainted eyes
innocent witness of her lust for peril.
As Moses was bound to his people
the chosen one
to free the slaves…
If only I could cut her
free.
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Tender Resignation From A Hooker
Dear Madam
It’s with deep regret…
perhaps not
in fact
it feels more like the withdraw
of a right pain in the ass…
I can barely contain my relief
to give my formal notice of resignation
from my esteemed position
in your brothel.
My last working day will be
like any other
bent over getting screwed
by payroll.
I’ve accepted a relieving position with bonuses…
no more anal pile-driving
and better conditions…
they also employ...
It’s with deep regret…
perhaps not
in fact
it feels more like the withdraw
of a right pain in the ass…
I can barely contain my relief
to give my formal notice of resignation
from my esteemed position
in your brothel.
My last working day will be
like any other
bent over getting screwed
by payroll.
I’ve accepted a relieving position with bonuses…
no more anal pile-driving
and better conditions…
they also employ...
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15 Comments
THE GOLDEN RULES - CHAPTER 2
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I Want You
when I met you
what I should have said was
I want you
no awkward openings
misunderstandings
no untruths
our eyes met when you set foot outside your door
nothing sinister about my intentions
just can’t let you pass with a rush of blood to the head
trembling hands
arcing before we touch
This poem was submitted in the Hindsight comp
Prompt: When I met you, what I should have said was...
what I should have said was
I want you
no awkward openings
misunderstandings
no untruths
our eyes met when you set foot outside your door
nothing sinister about my intentions
just can’t let you pass with a rush of blood to the head
trembling hands
arcing before we touch
This poem was submitted in the Hindsight comp
Prompt: When I met you, what I should have said was...
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THE GOLDEN RULES - CHAPTER 1
There are far too many rules in life. We’re oppressed by rules created by the rule makers wallowing in their mire to make our world a misery. They set the rules from the day we’re born to the first day we’re marched into school. They dictate the rules for which we live day by day, who we screw, how fast we can drive, what we can eat and how much hair we must remove. We have rules of engagement and rules for love and war. We even have rules for sex. And then there are the golden rules. These rules are the foundations for goodness and sometimes reward. These are the rules that are not to be...
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Madeline (Hun... please, don't read this one)
Positive sign
double line.
Spotting?
Hesitant assurance
certain expectancy
birth of our false hope.
Natural conception
instant connection
umbilical elation
feeds our disbelief.
Gut feeling…
internal insight
a mother’s intuition
not all is right.
Weekly testing
waiting daily
sleepless hours
holding, comforting
life vessel caress.
Godless
breathless
praying for a miracle.
...
double line.
Spotting?
Hesitant assurance
certain expectancy
birth of our false hope.
Natural conception
instant connection
umbilical elation
feeds our disbelief.
Gut feeling…
internal insight
a mother’s intuition
not all is right.
Weekly testing
waiting daily
sleepless hours
holding, comforting
life vessel caress.
Godless
breathless
praying for a miracle.
...
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The Essence Of Sacrifice
"In the name of the father,
and one scornful son,
this day has been and will
be forever ours, amen!"
It was not in vain that
lives were surrendered,
or never forgotten how
bodies are dismembered.
It was their duty to march
into the clutches of death,
but sheer bravery is why
the walls will be remembered.
It was not a valley of
death I saw, only mountains
of soldiers and a flowing
river of curdled blood.
Fear loomed; men cried and
shrieked, bullets whistled...
silence was only what hearts ...
and one scornful son,
this day has been and will
be forever ours, amen!"
It was not in vain that
lives were surrendered,
or never forgotten how
bodies are dismembered.
It was their duty to march
into the clutches of death,
but sheer bravery is why
the walls will be remembered.
It was not a valley of
death I saw, only mountains
of soldiers and a flowing
river of curdled blood.
Fear loomed; men cried and
shrieked, bullets whistled...
silence was only what hearts ...
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Epiphany of Life
I froze, daunted by my morbid fantasy
awoken to find myself on the edge.
At the behest of a monster, paralyzed
my old enemy shook me to the core.
“Look through her, but not into her eyes;
ignore their lustrous splendor.”
Choking on the moths in my throat
drowning on my breath, crumbling to earth,
crawling toward a light in a tunnel of night
I hear angel’s laughter roaring in the wind.
“The irony that a sight so beautiful and
irresistible could deliver such horror to see.”
...
awoken to find myself on the edge.
At the behest of a monster, paralyzed
my old enemy shook me to the core.
“Look through her, but not into her eyes;
ignore their lustrous splendor.”
Choking on the moths in my throat
drowning on my breath, crumbling to earth,
crawling toward a light in a tunnel of night
I hear angel’s laughter roaring in the wind.
“The irony that a sight so beautiful and
irresistible could deliver such horror to see.”
...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by case28 (Alexander Case)