Submissions by Ark-tra (jagann)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I saw the light giving birth to a beautiful day such elegance portraying the raise of the sun with such a fluent tongue,as i bless... eyes focused on the beauty of a page
STORY POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 10:53am
9th Oct 2013 10:53am
the system
ancient tools used to craft
societies,such games to amuse
the minorities,as roots strong
to the core of the earth,stones
used to forge monuments of
medieval times as the system imprisons
the majority, driven by corporate greed
slaves of the modern world
survival based on capitalism...
what is your soul worth?
to rust and dust to skyscrapers
coded by machines,type escape...
error,access denied,requirements
incomplete
the system's imperfection giving
birth to lies,hatred and war
as humanity is divided by...
societies,such games to amuse
the minorities,as roots strong
to the core of the earth,stones
used to forge monuments of
medieval times as the system imprisons
the majority, driven by corporate greed
slaves of the modern world
survival based on capitalism...
what is your soul worth?
to rust and dust to skyscrapers
coded by machines,type escape...
error,access denied,requirements
incomplete
the system's imperfection giving
birth to lies,hatred and war
as humanity is divided by...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 9:44am
30th Sep 2013 9:44am
in that state...
in that state...
if i shall tell the tale
in the waling sound of rage
to begin by the birth of a
child,born in a cage,skin
covered by the blood of a
mother whose presence of her
soul,is already in heaven.
drums of a beating heart of a
new warrior,life expectancy
imprisoned by fate,that child
without a mother shall rule
a kingdom of twisted minds
of man,who lust for glory
by all means of a bloody
war,were monuments of humanity
become nothing but a waste land.
while society is trapped in a ...
if i shall tell the tale
in the waling sound of rage
to begin by the birth of a
child,born in a cage,skin
covered by the blood of a
mother whose presence of her
soul,is already in heaven.
drums of a beating heart of a
new warrior,life expectancy
imprisoned by fate,that child
without a mother shall rule
a kingdom of twisted minds
of man,who lust for glory
by all means of a bloody
war,were monuments of humanity
become nothing but a waste land.
while society is trapped in a ...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 00:02am
22nd Aug 2013 00:02am
with such beauty
I envy you my beloved...
healer of my soul
ruler of my domain of peace
with such grace and yet chaind
in this confusion of you
been misused for all lust
and evil...
as my eyes bleed endlessly
without any means to stop
i see you suffocate each day
repeatedly as they rape the
Wisdom of your words...
but i see your sadness in
your face in shadows
surrounded by silence...
with such beauty I envy you.
healer of my soul
ruler of my domain of peace
with such grace and yet chaind
in this confusion of you
been misused for all lust
and evil...
as my eyes bleed endlessly
without any means to stop
i see you suffocate each day
repeatedly as they rape the
Wisdom of your words...
but i see your sadness in
your face in shadows
surrounded by silence...
with such beauty I envy you.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 10:49am
21st Aug 2013 10:49am
sleepless nights
Trying to close my eyes,as if I have lost
control of all my body functions
a mind of a machine...clicks
and twitches,torturing my self
to gain that desired knowledge,
getting high on sentences,phrase
and paragraphs.
as if the is war coming,
all alone,trying to solve
and give birth to new ideas
to this modern world,of such
a sick generation.
the sleepless nights as I
study to understand what is
required of me,the ethics of business,
so heavenly in theory.
no do I'm forced, but at this point
I...
control of all my body functions
a mind of a machine...clicks
and twitches,torturing my self
to gain that desired knowledge,
getting high on sentences,phrase
and paragraphs.
as if the is war coming,
all alone,trying to solve
and give birth to new ideas
to this modern world,of such
a sick generation.
the sleepless nights as I
study to understand what is
required of me,the ethics of business,
so heavenly in theory.
no do I'm forced, but at this point
I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 5:31pm
16th Sep 2012 5:31pm
the gods
the gods
in gold and silver they raped
our land/in ruins our spirits
became cold/our flesh in higher
value was sold/in vengeance they
shape-shfted in creatures with
dark skin and red eyes/with
piosoned spears...and warrior
songs/they became strong
without powers they spears
penetrated flesh without
remorse/immortal gods
died like mortal beings
the blood of rage driven
by vengeance to distroy
any brutal enemies...
in gold and silver they raped
our land/in ruins our spirits
became cold/our flesh in higher
value was sold/in vengeance they
shape-shfted in creatures with
dark skin and red eyes/with
piosoned spears...and warrior
songs/they became strong
without powers they spears
penetrated flesh without
remorse/immortal gods
died like mortal beings
the blood of rage driven
by vengeance to distroy
any brutal enemies...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 9:01pm
12th Sep 2012 9:01pm
sons of the mist
i saw them with spears
raged by blood as the songs of the fallen
Souls began to cry/as the moon was dancing
Playin the drums in the shadows of death
I only saw a dream full of old evil men
eating raw flesh of a new born child
The sons of the mist/encoded in songs
Of the past...
phoka(mist)...i see shadows in the dark
raged by blood as the songs of the fallen
Souls began to cry/as the moon was dancing
Playin the drums in the shadows of death
I only saw a dream full of old evil men
eating raw flesh of a new born child
The sons of the mist/encoded in songs
Of the past...
phoka(mist)...i see shadows in the dark
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 10:29am
12th Sep 2012 10:29am
the crack
as the eyes started to open my thoughts were wondering deep in space
trying to move my face/
not knowing that i was traped frozen in time/
endless pain of stillness/
such obedience without force or reason...
in that state the feeling was nothing but a prison
the selfless slave of the system...the digital
interface of programming
as i started to move i said to my self
such non-sense
my mind is playing tricks on me
trying to move my face/
not knowing that i was traped frozen in time/
endless pain of stillness/
such obedience without force or reason...
in that state the feeling was nothing but a prison
the selfless slave of the system...the digital
interface of programming
as i started to move i said to my self
such non-sense
my mind is playing tricks on me
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