Submissions by 999 (Panophobia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For the times to be inspired, unless there is another aspect to prosper your thirst. There is no other; Movement or matter.
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Apr 2013 4:42am
25th Apr 2013 4:42am
Humans, pay attention:
This form of life
supposedly in the form of "God", is the most hate filled
unnatural
purposely evil
mammal on the planet called "Urf"
It goes out of it's way to attempt to device
rampart hopeful useless dishonest reprieve
compound the noun with the seed & you have them in $& nothing
(learn the symbols, they make sense, you pretend fuck!)
So is the situation of the donation of the key of presence
Too much education and western white thought domination
done fucked up all of this plan...
supposedly in the form of "God", is the most hate filled
unnatural
purposely evil
mammal on the planet called "Urf"
It goes out of it's way to attempt to device
rampart hopeful useless dishonest reprieve
compound the noun with the seed & you have them in $& nothing
(learn the symbols, they make sense, you pretend fuck!)
So is the situation of the donation of the key of presence
Too much education and western white thought domination
done fucked up all of this plan...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 10:02pm
11th Apr 2013 10:02pm
Your neck has a smile on it
704 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2013 8:24pm
6th Apr 2013 8:24pm
Once Upon A Time In 1977
1027 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 5:19am
6th Apr 2013 5:19am
Bathing the Simple Mind
636 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2013 2:26am
22nd Mar 2013 2:26am
13YEARS13 (Based on true events)
"Somewhere in here,where this thing began. You were the same age as I was when you came across the addiction to paraphrase names in singular sounds! Wanna make a compound & have things of enhancement to say my name!"
This is what the WORDS had spoken to me at the not so tender age of 13 I was trapped on a Thursday in my room, compelled to stay in WORDS company:
"You will spill what I want you to say on pages of many forms. Regardless of your beliefs. Regardless of your wants. Now & from now on, you belong to me! What are you writing?" ...
This is what the WORDS had spoken to me at the not so tender age of 13 I was trapped on a Thursday in my room, compelled to stay in WORDS company:
"You will spill what I want you to say on pages of many forms. Regardless of your beliefs. Regardless of your wants. Now & from now on, you belong to me! What are you writing?" ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2013 5:56am
28th Feb 2013 5:56am
2.27.13
Never before today shall this ever have a place in the minds of humans.
This moment, is the moment that is about to feed and blind many at the same time. This is not an accident, or coincident by fate, or features of a "promise" are all that can be said of it.
This moment, is the moment when you choose to say what you may feel you cannot,but shall not be denied the passage to do so. How hollow the mind can try to work, but cannot stand on feet without blood caressing the stem of its feet.
Never before the sounds of the dawn, can you copulate the calm for...
This moment, is the moment that is about to feed and blind many at the same time. This is not an accident, or coincident by fate, or features of a "promise" are all that can be said of it.
This moment, is the moment when you choose to say what you may feel you cannot,but shall not be denied the passage to do so. How hollow the mind can try to work, but cannot stand on feet without blood caressing the stem of its feet.
Never before the sounds of the dawn, can you copulate the calm for...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 8:31pm
13th Feb 2013 8:31pm
No
To have the audacity to know that you've done someone wrong and having this knowledge while in the process of doing it, you are about to pay/
You cannot run from this fate. The destiny is your date to owe over and again. Falsifying words in the form of "friendship", just to get your way/
Consume as much light as you can, precision demise is going to physically blind you, but this is only the first form of absolute. Destruction is going to constantly ruin your day/
You will loose many things that were precious to you. You will no longer be seen as the...
You cannot run from this fate. The destiny is your date to owe over and again. Falsifying words in the form of "friendship", just to get your way/
Consume as much light as you can, precision demise is going to physically blind you, but this is only the first form of absolute. Destruction is going to constantly ruin your day/
You will loose many things that were precious to you. You will no longer be seen as the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 2:53am
19th Jan 2013 2:53am
Expeditious Movements
Sitting here on the edge of no where I stand
looking out at the morning sea, trying to wonder how I can capture the purest things of interest in my hands
Many Movements were imitation. Blond, bland & bleak.
Moving with the soothing sounds of intimidation, I had to take a peek.
So I did, pushing the waters away with holy blessed land.
To know that you are all powerful is pleasing in its covenant disguise.
It is soothing to know that you are the one that speaks directly to the sun about issues that...
looking out at the morning sea, trying to wonder how I can capture the purest things of interest in my hands
Many Movements were imitation. Blond, bland & bleak.
Moving with the soothing sounds of intimidation, I had to take a peek.
So I did, pushing the waters away with holy blessed land.
To know that you are all powerful is pleasing in its covenant disguise.
It is soothing to know that you are the one that speaks directly to the sun about issues that...
723 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jan 2013 8:05pm
9th Jan 2013 8:05pm
Once upon a time in 1983, on January 13th
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