Submissions by Arryn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2011 12:13pm
2nd Jan 2011 12:13pm
Ashes to Ashes
If tomorrow was my last day
and I had one last thing to say
I'd tell you just how much I care,
how much I love you; and I swear
I'd hold you till my arms grow numb
so I could hear your heartbeat strum
against my chest with pure affection,
the two of us as one; perfection.
If I had just one breath to take
and knew again I'd never wake,
I'd use it all for one last kiss,
a sign to show that you'll be missed,
a treasure in my heart, forever,
a love that will not fade, not ever.
If tomorrow was my last day
and I had nothing left...
and I had one last thing to say
I'd tell you just how much I care,
how much I love you; and I swear
I'd hold you till my arms grow numb
so I could hear your heartbeat strum
against my chest with pure affection,
the two of us as one; perfection.
If I had just one breath to take
and knew again I'd never wake,
I'd use it all for one last kiss,
a sign to show that you'll be missed,
a treasure in my heart, forever,
a love that will not fade, not ever.
If tomorrow was my last day
and I had nothing left...
1083 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 7:58pm
28th Aug 2010 7:58pm
Insomniac
You race through my mind
at a pace I cannot reach.
I long to catch you,
stop this invasion!
But you're too fast.
I close my eyes and wish you away,
thoughyou'll have none of it -
keeping my brain from shutting down
you rob me of my sleep,
destroy my mind with your impurities,
wrecking my thoughts with malevolence.
Clutching tightly to the pillow beneath my face
eyes forced shut, I wish you away.
Robbing me of my escape from the world,
my reality -and you -
I know, the only chance of freedom for me
is Death.
at a pace I cannot reach.
I long to catch you,
stop this invasion!
But you're too fast.
I close my eyes and wish you away,
thoughyou'll have none of it -
keeping my brain from shutting down
you rob me of my sleep,
destroy my mind with your impurities,
wrecking my thoughts with malevolence.
Clutching tightly to the pillow beneath my face
eyes forced shut, I wish you away.
Robbing me of my escape from the world,
my reality -and you -
I know, the only chance of freedom for me
is Death.
962 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2010 5:20pm
23rd Mar 2010 5:20pm
Indoctrination
She takes off her burka,
releases her confined hair,
lets it breath in deeply
all the freshness the world has to offer.
She lets it feel the wind flow through it,
lets it sense the freedom.
He does away with the kippah
placed upon his head,
liberates his cranium
from the darkness it encounters,
senses the sun shine down upon him
and welcomes his own freedom.
They remove the cross
weighing down their bodies,
release its unyielding grip
from around their necks
and lift their heads up high
embracing all their freedom....
releases her confined hair,
lets it breath in deeply
all the freshness the world has to offer.
She lets it feel the wind flow through it,
lets it sense the freedom.
He does away with the kippah
placed upon his head,
liberates his cranium
from the darkness it encounters,
senses the sun shine down upon him
and welcomes his own freedom.
They remove the cross
weighing down their bodies,
release its unyielding grip
from around their necks
and lift their heads up high
embracing all their freedom....
1289 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2010 2:46pm
23rd Mar 2010 2:46pm
Unverified existence II
Why do you do this to us?
Why do you create this
eternal conflict
causing the most splitting
headaches one can suffer?
Why do you climb into my mind
taking refuge from the fact
that I can’t kick you out
and torture me
with endless mind games?
You lash out at me,
spew hurtful words
crushing every inkling of
what spirit remained in me.
I’m tired of sailing the same seas
of constant I-hate-you’s,
where I’m always fighting to reach the surface,
always drowning in self-loathing misery.
Why do I endure this...
Why do you create this
eternal conflict
causing the most splitting
headaches one can suffer?
Why do you climb into my mind
taking refuge from the fact
that I can’t kick you out
and torture me
with endless mind games?
You lash out at me,
spew hurtful words
crushing every inkling of
what spirit remained in me.
I’m tired of sailing the same seas
of constant I-hate-you’s,
where I’m always fighting to reach the surface,
always drowning in self-loathing misery.
Why do I endure this...
969 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 3:47pm
9th Mar 2010 3:47pm
Brink of Sanity
I saw a man today -
I think he was crazy.
He was smoking indoors,
(which is illegal)
and was staring maliciously
at little girls.
I imagined him decapitated,
with his entrails hanging out.
I saw a lady today -
I think she was crazy.
She wore a long gypsy skirt
and walked around the streets,
opening car doors and hooting;
I think she liked the sound.
I watched her being ravaged
after which her throat was slit.
I saw a child today -
I think he was crazy.
He jumped in front
of my car as I drove
and...
I think he was crazy.
He was smoking indoors,
(which is illegal)
and was staring maliciously
at little girls.
I imagined him decapitated,
with his entrails hanging out.
I saw a lady today -
I think she was crazy.
She wore a long gypsy skirt
and walked around the streets,
opening car doors and hooting;
I think she liked the sound.
I watched her being ravaged
after which her throat was slit.
I saw a child today -
I think he was crazy.
He jumped in front
of my car as I drove
and...
1131 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 4:47am
5th Mar 2010 4:47am
Perseverance
You have to write the bad ones
to know what’s truly great
You have to know what passion is
to understand your hate
You have to hear the awful truth
to comprehend a lie
You have to be betrayed
to know on whom you may rely
You have to fail hard sometimes
to know your own success
You have to lose somebody close
to love what you possess
You have to doubt once in your life
to know when you are sure
You have to come within death’s grasp
to know you can endure.
to know what’s truly great
You have to know what passion is
to understand your hate
You have to hear the awful truth
to comprehend a lie
You have to be betrayed
to know on whom you may rely
You have to fail hard sometimes
to know your own success
You have to lose somebody close
to love what you possess
You have to doubt once in your life
to know when you are sure
You have to come within death’s grasp
to know you can endure.
2657 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 4:46am
5th Mar 2010 4:46am
Life’s cliché’s
Rome was not built in a day
as hard work requires effort,
so stop procrastinating
and do all that you can right now.
Don't put off till tomorrow
for it may never come.
All that glitters is not gold,
some things are far more precious
and while we love them in our grasp
we know that absence makes the heart grow fonder
but that doesn’t mean you should ever let go,
for they may never return.
There’s no place like home
– it protects man’s Achilles heel,
without one every man feels threatened.
But a chain is only as strong as its...
as hard work requires effort,
so stop procrastinating
and do all that you can right now.
Don't put off till tomorrow
for it may never come.
All that glitters is not gold,
some things are far more precious
and while we love them in our grasp
we know that absence makes the heart grow fonder
but that doesn’t mean you should ever let go,
for they may never return.
There’s no place like home
– it protects man’s Achilles heel,
without one every man feels threatened.
But a chain is only as strong as its...
1134 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Mar 2010 2:59pm
4th Mar 2010 2:59pm
Blind
Mammals, insects and even humans
are all brutally massacred.
Ostriches are poached,
birds and foxes hunted,
mankind raped and murdered.
All for some sick fucker's amusement.
Why's the world become like this?
Why are whales speared to death
and why are foxes shot?
Why are little girls locked up
and forced to make disgusting
sex videos with their step-dads?
Is the world that ludicrous?
Can nothing at all be done?
Or do we just not care enough
to pursue this sickly passion?
We know all this is going on
and yet we...
are all brutally massacred.
Ostriches are poached,
birds and foxes hunted,
mankind raped and murdered.
All for some sick fucker's amusement.
Why's the world become like this?
Why are whales speared to death
and why are foxes shot?
Why are little girls locked up
and forced to make disgusting
sex videos with their step-dads?
Is the world that ludicrous?
Can nothing at all be done?
Or do we just not care enough
to pursue this sickly passion?
We know all this is going on
and yet we...
1025 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2010 5:41pm
2nd Mar 2010 5:41pm
Envisage
I often imagine you with long black hair,
straight, reaching down to your slender waist.
Your eyes are like two depthless abysses;
black as can be - haunting, mesmerising.
With an hourglass figure and the longest legs I’ve seen,
you approach me and I long to be yours.
Your rosy cheeks feel soft against my skin
and beneath your touch I melt.
I’m so at ease within your slender arms,
as I look down into your eyes
and you reach up and kiss me.
Your hand effortlessly fits into mine
as though we were destined to be together
and I know you’re...
straight, reaching down to your slender waist.
Your eyes are like two depthless abysses;
black as can be - haunting, mesmerising.
With an hourglass figure and the longest legs I’ve seen,
you approach me and I long to be yours.
Your rosy cheeks feel soft against my skin
and beneath your touch I melt.
I’m so at ease within your slender arms,
as I look down into your eyes
and you reach up and kiss me.
Your hand effortlessly fits into mine
as though we were destined to be together
and I know you’re...
945 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2010 10:06am
28th Feb 2010 10:06am
"To be or not to be?"
When inspiration abandons you,
when love is far from near,
when all held dear is lost from sight,
will you to life, adhere?
When memories start haunting you,
when hearts are full of fear,
when each day's like a tightrope stunt,
will death become endeared?
Is suicide the best way out
when all you know is gone?
Is suicide your one escape
from a life where you're forlorn?
Fleeing is always easier
than facing what you've done
and running’s always faster
when things cannot be undone.
So when it all...
when love is far from near,
when all held dear is lost from sight,
will you to life, adhere?
When memories start haunting you,
when hearts are full of fear,
when each day's like a tightrope stunt,
will death become endeared?
Is suicide the best way out
when all you know is gone?
Is suicide your one escape
from a life where you're forlorn?
Fleeing is always easier
than facing what you've done
and running’s always faster
when things cannot be undone.
So when it all...
947 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 2:57pm
24th Feb 2010 2:57pm
Paranoia
Ghosts surround me.
Shadows emerge from nothing
and seem to swallow me whole.
Wherever I glance there’s black
and in the black, are eyes and a grin;
the most sinister grin.
But when I take a closer look
and nothing’s there,
I wonder if I’m crazy,
I wonder if I’m going insane.
Is there someone out there
watching all I do?
Is there someone following me,
judging my every move?
I cannot help seeing things,
it’s part of who I am
and it terrifies me to my core,
to oblivion and beyond;
I feel that an abyss is...
Shadows emerge from nothing
and seem to swallow me whole.
Wherever I glance there’s black
and in the black, are eyes and a grin;
the most sinister grin.
But when I take a closer look
and nothing’s there,
I wonder if I’m crazy,
I wonder if I’m going insane.
Is there someone out there
watching all I do?
Is there someone following me,
judging my every move?
I cannot help seeing things,
it’s part of who I am
and it terrifies me to my core,
to oblivion and beyond;
I feel that an abyss is...
916 reads
2 Comments
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