Submissions by Apostrophe-es
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing for many a year now, I lost my poetic voice for several years, I'm trying to find it again. Bear with me on the quality, I promise improvement.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2015 5:27pm
13th May 2015 5:27pm
The Eternal Dance.
Tangents fly from the fancy dress
As the two headless figures dance
Juxtaposing one another's existence
One tall, black suit, no arms, no heart
Leading one step, following the next
Shadowing, preceding and contradicting himself
The other, smaller, white dress, exposed legs and hands
Following every step in his complex dance
Not questioning, not fearing, but certainly not winning
He, is losing control, his steps become unsteady
Almost fallen, stood up.
It's headless form swings around it's counterpart.
She,...
As the two headless figures dance
Juxtaposing one another's existence
One tall, black suit, no arms, no heart
Leading one step, following the next
Shadowing, preceding and contradicting himself
The other, smaller, white dress, exposed legs and hands
Following every step in his complex dance
Not questioning, not fearing, but certainly not winning
He, is losing control, his steps become unsteady
Almost fallen, stood up.
It's headless form swings around it's counterpart.
She,...
695 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2015 12:05pm
11th Apr 2015 12:05pm
The Mental War.
Hundreds upon the thousands
Of soldiers, warriors
Threw themselves at one another
Bathing in blood and gore
Ripping with violence upon the world
The world they fought upon
The landscape, a crater
Smoldering, burning, perpetually dying
Violence spreads
Breeding more anger, hate, fury and rage
The landscape under constant pressure
Inescapable bombardment
But now;
The soldiers are dead.
The ghosts, grew tired, went home.
The demons moved on.
Ground torn, shredded,
A fleck of green.
Of soldiers, warriors
Threw themselves at one another
Bathing in blood and gore
Ripping with violence upon the world
The world they fought upon
The landscape, a crater
Smoldering, burning, perpetually dying
Violence spreads
Breeding more anger, hate, fury and rage
The landscape under constant pressure
Inescapable bombardment
But now;
The soldiers are dead.
The ghosts, grew tired, went home.
The demons moved on.
Ground torn, shredded,
A fleck of green.
612 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 2:35pm
10th Apr 2015 2:35pm
The Tree's.
There was a row of trees
Of life
Of quiet,seldom concern
Leaves fresh, crisp, branches strong
Snow had covered them
They were now white
Millions of them
Stretching further into the distance
Than you ever thought possible
It was a bleach, dead white
They never moved
They never grew
They stood in lines
The were dead
Dead frozen
These were all around me
In every direction
All consuming
They are everyone.
Of life
Of quiet,seldom concern
Leaves fresh, crisp, branches strong
Snow had covered them
They were now white
Millions of them
Stretching further into the distance
Than you ever thought possible
It was a bleach, dead white
They never moved
They never grew
They stood in lines
The were dead
Dead frozen
These were all around me
In every direction
All consuming
They are everyone.
555 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 12:28pm
29th Jan 2014 12:28pm
The Wheelchair Boy
There sits a cliff
That goes on forever
And ever,
"The edge of the world"
Some say..
Planted along the edge
A tree grows tall
That daring tree
With arms outstretched
Over the edge.
The one day,
A rope sailed over a branch
And dropped down
A young boy in a wheelchair caught the end
"What are you doing?"
"I'm building a swing"
He replied,
You see, he wanted to fly
But could not stand and had no wings.
So he built a swing
So he could fly
Without ever even...
That goes on forever
And ever,
"The edge of the world"
Some say..
Planted along the edge
A tree grows tall
That daring tree
With arms outstretched
Over the edge.
The one day,
A rope sailed over a branch
And dropped down
A young boy in a wheelchair caught the end
"What are you doing?"
"I'm building a swing"
He replied,
You see, he wanted to fly
But could not stand and had no wings.
So he built a swing
So he could fly
Without ever even...
593 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 11:46am
22nd Jan 2014 11:46am
The Newspaper Print.
Alliteration and rhyme
To catch the eye
Your funny little line
Made me cry
How can you say with such ease,
The horrific works of men
Who do as they please
Murderers, do you remember them?
Don't you see?
That you paint the skies grey
Are they going to hurt me?
Like you always say,
I see words on signs
And it's always the same
Funny little lines,
Bringing the pain.
To catch the eye
Your funny little line
Made me cry
How can you say with such ease,
The horrific works of men
Who do as they please
Murderers, do you remember them?
Don't you see?
That you paint the skies grey
Are they going to hurt me?
Like you always say,
I see words on signs
And it's always the same
Funny little lines,
Bringing the pain.
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 1:51am
22nd Dec 2013 1:51am
-Untitled-
See those stairs?"
The man asked me
"Of course I do,"
I replied
"Can you see the top?"
He asked me now
"No, I cannot."
Slightly confused
"If you go to the top,"
He said, and paused.
"What?"
Now I'm asking questions..
He raised his cowl,
"Freedom awaits you there"
In a dead serious tone,
"Then I must go."
I walked those stairs
For many years,
And for many years
I was enslaved
By my desire for freedom
When I reached the top,
My years of torture
Were...
The man asked me
"Of course I do,"
I replied
"Can you see the top?"
He asked me now
"No, I cannot."
Slightly confused
"If you go to the top,"
He said, and paused.
"What?"
Now I'm asking questions..
He raised his cowl,
"Freedom awaits you there"
In a dead serious tone,
"Then I must go."
I walked those stairs
For many years,
And for many years
I was enslaved
By my desire for freedom
When I reached the top,
My years of torture
Were...
748 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 7:27am
21st Dec 2013 7:27am
Death Is Dying
Pattered in stone
And grass
The hill resides away
Away from everything else
On a lonely hill
Far away
There rests but one dying tree
Secluded from others
Leafless and bare
It sits
Squatted on its own
A solitary symbol
Resting beneath those barren branches
He sits.
Long scythe and deep cowl
Those dark, solemn, sad eyes.
Gentle snow fall
He knows
Icy, breathless
Patient, calm, sad.
Death,
Death is dying.
And grass
The hill resides away
Away from everything else
On a lonely hill
Far away
There rests but one dying tree
Secluded from others
Leafless and bare
It sits
Squatted on its own
A solitary symbol
Resting beneath those barren branches
He sits.
Long scythe and deep cowl
Those dark, solemn, sad eyes.
Gentle snow fall
He knows
Icy, breathless
Patient, calm, sad.
Death,
Death is dying.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 2:18pm
5th Oct 2013 2:18pm
The Tight Rope Anchor
When tiny filaments combine
Into one thick rope
The possess the strength to kill
They loop my oesophagus
Constrict and crush
The tiny stool the prevents the snap
Will be kicked out from beneath
By my worst enemy, myself
Atlas yanked from axis
A short drop to forever.
The fall is eternity
A flow around me, tugging my hair
Gripping my soul, my soul
As space fails to grasp the filaments
A single tear falls with me
Now, nothing. Nothing.
Not even dark matter
Silence fails even
And so now the tear is shared...
Into one thick rope
The possess the strength to kill
They loop my oesophagus
Constrict and crush
The tiny stool the prevents the snap
Will be kicked out from beneath
By my worst enemy, myself
Atlas yanked from axis
A short drop to forever.
The fall is eternity
A flow around me, tugging my hair
Gripping my soul, my soul
As space fails to grasp the filaments
A single tear falls with me
Now, nothing. Nothing.
Not even dark matter
Silence fails even
And so now the tear is shared...
512 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 2:11pm
5th Oct 2013 2:11pm
B(reath)e [The Stillborn]
Joy, excitement and love
Happiness, felicity and passion
Counterfeit
Loss, sadness and sorrow
Birth
Breathing, loving and growing
This soul never experiences
Stillborn
This world never see true beauty blossom
Death
Parents destroyed, crying alone
Nurses distraught, doctors mourn
Devastation
The things that kill
Early
Mother, cradling a cold, grey foetus
Holding her only child's tiny corpse
"Welcome,"
To this cruel world
"Goodbye"
Counterfeit Birth
Stillborn Death...
Happiness, felicity and passion
Counterfeit
Loss, sadness and sorrow
Birth
Breathing, loving and growing
This soul never experiences
Stillborn
This world never see true beauty blossom
Death
Parents destroyed, crying alone
Nurses distraught, doctors mourn
Devastation
The things that kill
Early
Mother, cradling a cold, grey foetus
Holding her only child's tiny corpse
"Welcome,"
To this cruel world
"Goodbye"
Counterfeit Birth
Stillborn Death...
674 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 11:28am
25th Sep 2013 11:28am
Hide And Seek (The Monster In Your Closet)
I can see you, but you can't see me
I could steal you, not even time to plea
I can't believe that you're so blind
Can't you feel me, in the back of your mind?
You're so calm, it's amazing
You don't even see the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, you'll come with me on cue.
If you hear me, I'll enjoy trying to find you
I've seen your face all day
I hate this game, do I have to play?
I can feel it, the hand of fate
Now the time is coming, I can barely wait
It's been too long, but now I'm here
I've got you now, I can smell the...
I could steal you, not even time to plea
I can't believe that you're so blind
Can't you feel me, in the back of your mind?
You're so calm, it's amazing
You don't even see the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, you'll come with me on cue.
If you hear me, I'll enjoy trying to find you
I've seen your face all day
I hate this game, do I have to play?
I can feel it, the hand of fate
Now the time is coming, I can barely wait
It's been too long, but now I'm here
I've got you now, I can smell the...
892 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 10:09am
25th Sep 2013 10:09am
One Final Graven Kiss
Glimmers of carmine
Leaching from the broken vessel
Filling the silence, wall to wall
Bleach forms to cloud your vision
As clouds form cataracts
And cataracts form black eye pits
Dispel a single tear
To join the filaments
The sarcastic allusion
This world wasn't worthy
Of such majesty anyway
The didn't, couldn't be fair
Perfectly still
My paper doll
Fragile wrapping, inanimate heart
As warmth touches cold
An obsidian kiss
To seal a life of grief.
(The "sarcastic...
Leaching from the broken vessel
Filling the silence, wall to wall
Bleach forms to cloud your vision
As clouds form cataracts
And cataracts form black eye pits
Dispel a single tear
To join the filaments
The sarcastic allusion
This world wasn't worthy
Of such majesty anyway
The didn't, couldn't be fair
Perfectly still
My paper doll
Fragile wrapping, inanimate heart
As warmth touches cold
An obsidian kiss
To seal a life of grief.
(The "sarcastic...
688 reads
2 Comments
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