Submissions by Amun (Pierre)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Dec 2009 8:03am
8th Dec 2009 8:03am
She always said it would be better to dance...
I wouldn't have believed anything she said anyway. Of course there
would be this resistance - I know, but for the first time I understand
what she says between the lines, and I know that I never had to doubt
what was said on the second, and meant on the third instance. Some kind
of cipher, it seems to me; something that only you and me would
understand, if we were of the same blood; if our hearts were forged by
fire and sealed in destiny.
Then again, the possibilities are endless. This can easily be a cry
in the dark, a vessel of transparency, or simply...
would be this resistance - I know, but for the first time I understand
what she says between the lines, and I know that I never had to doubt
what was said on the second, and meant on the third instance. Some kind
of cipher, it seems to me; something that only you and me would
understand, if we were of the same blood; if our hearts were forged by
fire and sealed in destiny.
Then again, the possibilities are endless. This can easily be a cry
in the dark, a vessel of transparency, or simply...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2009 4:17pm
20th Sep 2009 4:17pm
At ocean's end
My mind is far beyond rest now, as we near the edge of the sea
This heart dreadfully aware of something cruel creeping through;
Crawling against darkness, approaching us in a calculated stealth
Because I will find you, I venture into death’s arms, my sword free;
Chin against a rushing light that burn my eyes with thoughts of you
Page drawn into a journal again, as before my one and only wealth
In the face of every new beginning, inside her, I simply could forgive
Pray even within a belief in the human pursuit and finally getting out,
And as I am...
This heart dreadfully aware of something cruel creeping through;
Crawling against darkness, approaching us in a calculated stealth
Because I will find you, I venture into death’s arms, my sword free;
Chin against a rushing light that burn my eyes with thoughts of you
Page drawn into a journal again, as before my one and only wealth
In the face of every new beginning, inside her, I simply could forgive
Pray even within a belief in the human pursuit and finally getting out,
And as I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2009 4:41pm
18th Sep 2009 4:41pm
The single
behind the shield lies me -
the single...
I am both my friend and myself
I feel both attached and in harmony
When together, I shall be both
perfect and happy
and no more -
the single
the single...
I am both my friend and myself
I feel both attached and in harmony
When together, I shall be both
perfect and happy
and no more -
the single
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2009 4:40pm
18th Sep 2009 4:40pm
Lovely day
will she be you
a gentle grace that reaches
a gust of light that stirs
so unknowingly perfect
so limitless and kind
will she?
a gentle grace that reaches
a gust of light that stirs
so unknowingly perfect
so limitless and kind
will she?
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2009 1:50pm
13th Sep 2009 1:50pm
Introspect
moonlight finds me sitting again
waiting for the rain
waiting
again
then
when softly
the rain bleeds
and fills into the light
I dream of the coming of night
and I do not know which side I'm on
and I do not care to hide it no
or make it seem different
or make it shallow
like your smile
your tact
you are
the ebb and
you are the tides
unequally unqualified
to interpret what I have become
there shall remain no more of you
within my search for delight
you this poison...
waiting for the rain
waiting
again
then
when softly
the rain bleeds
and fills into the light
I dream of the coming of night
and I do not know which side I'm on
and I do not care to hide it no
or make it seem different
or make it shallow
like your smile
your tact
you are
the ebb and
you are the tides
unequally unqualified
to interpret what I have become
there shall remain no more of you
within my search for delight
you this poison...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2009 1:48pm
13th Sep 2009 1:48pm
Liberty resting
in the light such as this
no fear shall prevail
no sound will deafen again
no mountain stand its ground
the song is heard at last
voices from within
rivers of unknown magnitude
the beauty of laughter
spun once more
as silver strings of promise
there can be no existence
no hope of belonging
no purpose in life
without liberty
without evolution
or the enigma of love
do not stand with me
sweet death of colour
deliver unto me the morning
orange canvas opening mind
darkness scattering...
no fear shall prevail
no sound will deafen again
no mountain stand its ground
the song is heard at last
voices from within
rivers of unknown magnitude
the beauty of laughter
spun once more
as silver strings of promise
there can be no existence
no hope of belonging
no purpose in life
without liberty
without evolution
or the enigma of love
do not stand with me
sweet death of colour
deliver unto me the morning
orange canvas opening mind
darkness scattering...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Sep 2009 11:38pm
11th Sep 2009 11:38pm
The observer
the goddess that in the morning breathes the dust
envies my immortality, drains me into age, my downfall
I am without the power to teach the others
because I have been in wicked love myself
The goddess that breathes the dust of ancient lives
rips the ancestral skin, pushing forever through time
my insubstantial being,
granting through the complexity of emotion,
this life which soothes the darkness
I myself walk the grounds of eternity
wrapped with intentions to harness
and signify a present calm,
but fail to justify lured...
envies my immortality, drains me into age, my downfall
I am without the power to teach the others
because I have been in wicked love myself
The goddess that breathes the dust of ancient lives
rips the ancestral skin, pushing forever through time
my insubstantial being,
granting through the complexity of emotion,
this life which soothes the darkness
I myself walk the grounds of eternity
wrapped with intentions to harness
and signify a present calm,
but fail to justify lured...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Sep 2009 11:35pm
11th Sep 2009 11:35pm
The dark princess
Here, where empty roads come to die
and where the night comes to haunt -
surrendering with every new morning
the sunlight is but an innocent reminder
of the solemn intricacies - boldness of life.
Around us, voices once comforting,
now seem a noise so insufferable
that the very acknowledgement
of its existence is a dry souvenir
buried within my thirst for silence
Here, between the shadows
nothing exists, but for hope
your gentle gust of courage
drenched in weakness
imbedded between thoughts
a pleasure and a solemn...
and where the night comes to haunt -
surrendering with every new morning
the sunlight is but an innocent reminder
of the solemn intricacies - boldness of life.
Around us, voices once comforting,
now seem a noise so insufferable
that the very acknowledgement
of its existence is a dry souvenir
buried within my thirst for silence
Here, between the shadows
nothing exists, but for hope
your gentle gust of courage
drenched in weakness
imbedded between thoughts
a pleasure and a solemn...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Sep 2009 11:32pm
10th Sep 2009 11:32pm
Petal of Continuity
The love of the princess peaking through the night
The love of my neighbour blissfully relinquishing plight
The love of the dark prince shaking the hand of my angel
The love of those whose broken wings have left slivers of time
The love of again wanting to be in the middle of voices heard
The love of giving into the nothings and the machine’s soul
The love of braking the back of power and good will shy
The love of sensation between the loin and the lips
The love of disappearance returns as before
The love of inconsistency is destroyed
The love...
The love of my neighbour blissfully relinquishing plight
The love of the dark prince shaking the hand of my angel
The love of those whose broken wings have left slivers of time
The love of again wanting to be in the middle of voices heard
The love of giving into the nothings and the machine’s soul
The love of braking the back of power and good will shy
The love of sensation between the loin and the lips
The love of disappearance returns as before
The love of inconsistency is destroyed
The love...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2009 11:30pm
10th Sep 2009 11:30pm
One simple moment
Where do you go when a heart beats so slowly?
Do you still follow petals along the same road home?
And along the way find there will be no sign of warm smiles
As your burning feet slowly carry you there toward reminders
stumbling across those fields that stretch for a hundred miles
what will you find at the shallow end of a broken-down wish?
where does the road end when the heart bleeds out
when no-one else feels this way, what do I shout?
how long will it take not to hear this sound
or break free and fall toward earth
across your barren...
Do you still follow petals along the same road home?
And along the way find there will be no sign of warm smiles
As your burning feet slowly carry you there toward reminders
stumbling across those fields that stretch for a hundred miles
what will you find at the shallow end of a broken-down wish?
where does the road end when the heart bleeds out
when no-one else feels this way, what do I shout?
how long will it take not to hear this sound
or break free and fall toward earth
across your barren...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2009 11:31pm
9th Sep 2009 11:31pm
white noise
why is the moon so lonely
her pale face always staring
watching me from above
weeping in quiet allure
why does her face
remind me so I wonder
her endless song of white
drape within me the night
her cold whisper
warm my heart
as though she knows
the sea her sister as mine
the emptiness a bliss
her solitude comfort
her wisdom, well - infinite
why is the moon so lonely
when the stars adore her beauty
when the sun admires her presence
when the earth, mother earth
depends on her for life...
her pale face always staring
watching me from above
weeping in quiet allure
why does her face
remind me so I wonder
her endless song of white
drape within me the night
her cold whisper
warm my heart
as though she knows
the sea her sister as mine
the emptiness a bliss
her solitude comfort
her wisdom, well - infinite
why is the moon so lonely
when the stars adore her beauty
when the sun admires her presence
when the earth, mother earth
depends on her for life...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2009 11:28pm
9th Sep 2009 11:28pm
Avalanche
There is no understanding the sound of emptiness
and no greater darkness than desire;
a distinctive void within - undeniable
When the wolves ascend from your mind
and feast on the paralyzed thing you have become,
there is no smile anymore;
there is no care
or displaced moment of enlightenment
There is only the smell of blood
and of destiny curling her toes
against a certain knowledge - a wisdom almost,
transcending the last thought toward self-sacrifice
"everybody goes
leaving those
who fall behind"...
and no greater darkness than desire;
a distinctive void within - undeniable
When the wolves ascend from your mind
and feast on the paralyzed thing you have become,
there is no smile anymore;
there is no care
or displaced moment of enlightenment
There is only the smell of blood
and of destiny curling her toes
against a certain knowledge - a wisdom almost,
transcending the last thought toward self-sacrifice
"everybody goes
leaving those
who fall behind"...
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