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Untitled # 63

by

Serpentinehb

The threaded veins creep beneath my patchwork skin,
scarred and weathered it whispers the secrets of my past.
Dishonest eyes and silent voice
sell visions of a normal life,
but the portrait lies with a wry smile,
concealing all the honesty inside.


Left Behind

by

Serpentinehb

As I opened the door it came rushing past,
my life that is, and it was running fast.
It didn't stop to say hello,
just shouted back; 'I have to go.'
Five years later it's still going strong,
it just forgot to take me along.

Self-sufficient

by

Serpentinehb

I wander, a listless foreigner amidst the frenzied war of memories.
you are oblivious, you flourish whilst the dagger point bleeds my soul.
I am forsaken, I fade amongst your shadows, stifled by the vapours of scorn and rage.
But I shall not vanish, this vast shipwreck of immortal woes cannot dim my presence.
I shall endure, I will rise above the crush of your disaffected apathy... to become myself, no longer a victim of your derision.

123

by

Serpentinehb

I.Q. 123 - what use is it to me?

Can it help me go outside?
Can it bring back those who've died?

Will it grant me some relief?
Will it take away my grief?

Should it make me more prepared?
Should it stop me being scared?

If you think about it logically,
what use is number 1.2.3?

Untitled #4

by

Serpentinehb

Whisper through the continuance of reality,
Leave behind the childhood dreams unfulfilled.
We stretch the limits of our time,
Scheming the final demise of the mother earth,
Who waits in patience for our maturity,
As we blossom out of youth.

Untitled #15

by

Serpentinehb

Leaving it all behind,
I walk away from you,
Away from the past,
The obsession,
My longing fades to obscurity,
My hunger subsides,
An afterglow flickers in my mind,
No matter,
Someone is in my place.

Untitled #18

by

Serpentinehb

China doll in my hand,
She cracks,
Her face splinters,
In her I see myself reflected,
(A million fractured segments)
A person not quite whole.

Untitled #19

by

Serpentinehb

Emptiness. Void. Struggle to avoid.
Fight to control. Anxiety never leaves.
Swimming in my skull.
Psychologically devoid.
Continually paranoid.


Untitled #28

by

Serpentinehb

Spinning, reeling, congealing.
Thick and viscous feeling.
Meaningless.
Motionless.
The sun goes down.
On you.
Again.


Untitled #29

by

Serpentinehb

You want me to say something profound?
Well here it is-
My life is like a portrait,
A representation of reality
Not quite a lie,
And not quite me.
From two dimensions
It stares at you,
But it never really looks.
It hangs on the wall and occasionally you recognise
The beauty within it.

Untitled #31

by

Serpentinehb

If I had wanted to be heard I would have spoken long ago.
But for now I shall keep the peace.
Remain a silent figure in the shadows of your corners.

Desperate

by

Serpentinehb

I hate myself
I hate my life
I'm filled with pain
And endless strife.
I canot paint
I cannot write
I want to go away
Tonight.
There is no point
There is no use
To carry on
The way I do.
I don't want to wait
I can't hang on
I'll feel much better
When I'm gone.
(I really never was that strong.)

Untitled #35

by

Serpentinehb

As we make our way down to the waters edge,
My head I'll lay in your lap to rest.
For the comfort of your presence,
Is the solitude I know best.

Untitled #42

by

Serpentinehb

I'll let you in if you just promise to whisper,
I'll let you read my thoughts,
Read my mind
But don't play tricks on me,
Don't mess with my head.
'Cause I'm still a little shaken.
I'm post-marked FRAGILE.

Untitled #48

by

Serpentinehb

Rain knocks on wood,
Falls on deaf ears,
Washes through my brain,
Reminds me of my pain.

Untitled #51

by

Serpentinehb

You are to me like cocoa butter
Sliding on my skin,
The more that I apply,
The further you sink in.

Untitled #59

by

Serpentinehb

Rubber glove
Broken fire
Dusty mirror
Empty bathtub
Black shirt
Distant fireworks
Linger in the sky
Midnight traffic
Passes by
Locked door
Light on
Bedroom
Open curtains
Silent piano
Unfinished painting
I can't promise you
Direction/Affection
Or a song
A secret melody.

Untitled #64

by

Serpentinehb

Black nail, broken wrist, bruised soul, shattered heart,
Aching spirit, tired body, angry mind.

'84 - '02 - History

by

Serpentinehb

84/85 - One. Year and counting.
86 - Two. Broken limbs and broken dreams.
87 - Three. A rose with many thorns.
88 - Four. The year my fear was born.
89 - Five. Where it started to all fall down.
90 - Six. A new decade in which to drown.
91 - Seven. Confused and abused.
92 - Eight. Came 15 years too late.
93 - Nine. When I began to hate.
94 - Ten. Lost my only friend.
95 - Eleven. The beginning of the end.
96 - Twelve. When obsessions were abound.
97 - Thirteen. My ship had run aground.
98 - Fourteen. Anxious and unsure.
99 - Fifteen. Can't take this anymore.
00 - Sixteen. Am I subject to a curse?
01 - Seventeen. Couldn't have been worse.
02 - Eighteen. Years too many.

Gifts

by

Serpentinehb

Treasured belongings of sacred solidity,
The material possessions of
Collected memories,
Reminders,
A bridge to the past,
Before we knew the costs of today.


Untitled #1

by

Serpentinehb

The ascension of time,
Through the endless
Spasms of consciousness,
The passage,
From fantasy to truth,
The cycle from which
We evolve,
We grow,
We nurture,
We hold onto
The feelings of passion,
Love and hope,
Lead us to,
A new life.

Civilisation

by

Serpentinehb

We might accept the faults of others
But, to ourselves
We find marks with which to toy,
Scrutinising the perfection of creation,
The blemish of life which shadows our presence,
The need for acceptance - the search for
Individuality,
Blaming us - the world,
For the inability to belong.

Untitled #5

by

Serpentinehb

Reflecting on our previous,
Past misgivings,
Gives no present certainty
To what the future holds.
We hope to achieve
The impossible,
The incredible,
Anything.
Nothing conquered
Everything forgotten,
We wish away others
Until we have grown,
Strengthened -
Lived for each other.

Untitled #7

by

Serpentinehb

Fingerprints fade on black,
A hard-backed notebook inscribed with my deepest emotions,
I write in it now - my only release,
Music will not come at this late hour,
My eyes call out for sleep,
My body burns.
A silver ring wrapped around my finger,
Wedded to the next,
A book not yet read -
Another finished,
A great blue eye
Blazes with icy passion from the cover,
Footprints fade in the sand.

Untitled #8

by

Serpentinehb

Lawfully willing, politically failed,
My mind polluted, my thoughts de-railed,
Step into my life, feel the hunger from within,
Join me in my battle for the heart I cannot win.

Untitled #14

by

Serpentinehb

Imagination knocks at the door,
It flourishes,
A blooming flower.
The window ajar, open to interpretation.
It stands alone, its message exposed,
Yet guardeed by a fence of censorship.
Watched over by society,
Praised and criticised for the
Content of its walls.

- Poem composed as part of a school assignment in which we drew inspiration, from a model we had made out of lego pieces.

Untitled #65

by

Serpentinehb

Substanceless, emotionless
do you even care?
Self-absorbed and ignorant
you're too much for me to bear.
You spin your stories,
weave your web,
deceive with lies
I wish I'm dead.

You're insolent, malevolent
far beyond compare.
You make me scream
you make me bleed,
I don't know how you dare.

I hate your shit
you make me sick,
I wish you'd die
You pretentious dick.

You drive me mad
you make me sad,
you think you're 'it'
you officious git.

Untitled #66

by

Serpentinehb

Remind me why I have to live
because there's nothing left for me to give,
tell me why I cannot die
when all I ever do is cry.

Untitled #55

by

Serpentinehb

And all my words wil stay unsaid,
And all my thoughts remain unread,
And all the pain inside my head,
Stay locked away, unseen
And nothing is what I'll mean.
To you.

Untitled #36

by

Serpentinehb

We don't see
What we need to see,
Only what we
Want to see.
In our search for the truth,
We are all dishonest.

Untitled #68

by

Serpentinehb

I live within a perpetual dream from which I cannot wake - I see you all with licentious smiles
and words of hollow truth.
You pass me by without a glance
engrossed within yourselves.
I speak but you won't listen
I'm here but you can't see
I'm dying but you don't notice -
but then you wouldn't really care.

Untitled #67

by

Serpentinehb

Deseo soledad, la libertad y el amor

Untitled #73

by

Serpentinehb

The trust is gone, betrayed by pensive thought.

Untitled #75

by

Serpentinehb

Green to grey to blue,
my eyes; an ever - changing hue.
Today they're green,
but I am blue,
and the one to blame is you.

Untitled #75

by

Serpentinehb

Green to grey to blue,
my eyes; an ever - changing hue.
Today they're green,
but I am blue,
and the one to blame is you.

Untitled #78

by

Serpentinehb

Quietly...I bruise my own skin, I press my knuckles into my cheek.
My clenched fist strains against the contours of my face. The mark will fade but a scar shall remain.

Untitled #80

by

Serpentinehb

Do not mistake me for what you think I am,
What you believe is wrong.
What you have been told, what you have been taught;
Forget.
Paint a new truth upon the blank canvas.

The Melting Pot (Crucible)

by

Serpentinehb

Thus the world falls upon bruised knees, while kings and gods do judge to please.
This hour the righteous do fall from grace, for the crimes of the mighty behind false face.
Now damnation's blood doth stain the pure - who with words unholy are tar'd by hate,
So slander's pen with judging ink all signed and seal'd secures their fate.
The hour of reckoning does fast approach and the end of things is near at hand,
Those condemned by vile, corrupted Man; now have not long still left to stand.
Their time has come; they shall depart, with knife in back and deceived heart.
The deal is done; their judgement set - no more to live, none shall forget.

Untitled #82

by

Serpentinehb

Pathetic little loser - willing self-abuser.
The gravity of the situation sets in (and so do I)
To another night alone with only celluloid for company.
The Xmas spirit barely even here fractures and fades away.
New year should bring hope but only threatens despair.

Untitled #83

by

Serpentinehb

Clawing at my throat - fingernails scratch flesh.
Oppressive weight clouds my head with_
I feel the sickness coming, draping itself upon me, approaching slow and steady.
Creeping up through the marrow of my bones,
Invading hordes crash upon my shores.
Pressure on my temple - discord in my speech.

Untitled #84

by

Serpentinehb

In a city filled with life, why am I dead inside?
In days of searing light, why does darkness fill my eyes?
With a raincloud on my shoulders, heavy on my back,
A heart beset by burdens, what is it that I lack?

Standing on the corner, the edge of reasonable doubt
It's the pain I try to kill, but cannot live without.
Treading on my feelings, stepping over me,
Stab me in the back, with a knife I'll never see.

Do not try to reach me, when I go far away,
Just let me be, I'm fine you'll see
If at distance you will stay.

Do not try to coax me out of this fragile shell,
I'm happy to reside here,
In my own personal hell.

Ebb & Flow

by

Serpentinehb

Pain drips out of me
like an unstemmed flow of blood.

Like a metronome that's ticking
this record keeps on sticking.

No te creo, mentiroso

by

Serpentinehb

I trust no one
not you, not even me.

I don't believe you
not a single word you've said.

There's not a sentence you could utter
that could convince me otherwise.

Your mouth is like a gutter
that overflows with lies.