Submissions by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 8:52am
17th Apr 2013 8:52am
I don't feel the need to do this.. (But I'll take a shot)
You could say I'm somewhat subtle
but in this case, this is my exception
of wasted time, in the sense
that we're both better off
turning our backs.
You go ahead and face your ego
what you claim to be.
And while I lost trust in you,
you also lost my respect.
Not that you'd care to earn it back
(If we're assuming I'd give you the chance)
You carry on, having a cry.
Accuse me of shit I've never done
all for the pathetic assertion
that age defines it all.
See, if I were to have been raised
in a...
but in this case, this is my exception
of wasted time, in the sense
that we're both better off
turning our backs.
You go ahead and face your ego
what you claim to be.
And while I lost trust in you,
you also lost my respect.
Not that you'd care to earn it back
(If we're assuming I'd give you the chance)
You carry on, having a cry.
Accuse me of shit I've never done
all for the pathetic assertion
that age defines it all.
See, if I were to have been raised
in a...
812 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 12:48pm
9th Apr 2013 12:48pm
Come rain, come shine..
Shuddering, I breathe in
tasting the midnight air.
Clearing my mind
the air, refreshing within.
Head bowed, hands in pockets.
The rain pressing down on me
why am I here..
in the cold and wet.
When I could be..
home again.
The air I exhale
appears before me
and settles on my left cheek.
Leaving a pleasent tingle
the longer I remain
the black of the darkness deepens
and the rain pressing down even more.
Turning my back to
the desolate train station.
I feel the time slipping away
like...
tasting the midnight air.
Clearing my mind
the air, refreshing within.
Head bowed, hands in pockets.
The rain pressing down on me
why am I here..
in the cold and wet.
When I could be..
home again.
The air I exhale
appears before me
and settles on my left cheek.
Leaving a pleasent tingle
the longer I remain
the black of the darkness deepens
and the rain pressing down even more.
Turning my back to
the desolate train station.
I feel the time slipping away
like...
885 reads
18 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 7:40am
7th Apr 2013 7:40am
Act
There's nothing to prove
and nothing to gain.
From subtle lines
without a shred of restraint.
It's been my way,
since I've shattered my limitations.
I'll write, unchained.
Words can hurt more
than any punch.
But it doesn't feel as good,
as in being a pro-active,
confrontational punk.
Integrity and loyalty
to mine and my own.
I'll let the words speak
loaded, set.
and Ready for the call.
I'd rather you see
than picture what I actually mean.
and nothing to gain.
From subtle lines
without a shred of restraint.
It's been my way,
since I've shattered my limitations.
I'll write, unchained.
Words can hurt more
than any punch.
But it doesn't feel as good,
as in being a pro-active,
confrontational punk.
Integrity and loyalty
to mine and my own.
I'll let the words speak
loaded, set.
and Ready for the call.
I'd rather you see
than picture what I actually mean.
850 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 1:45am
26th Mar 2013 1:45am
The Beginner's Guide to Writing
The Beginner's Guide to Writing (Just some basic shit I threw together to help out the new writers).
I'll come straight off the bat and say to you, don't rhyme for the sake of rhyming! It comes off very obvious and stops me dead in my tracks when I'm trying to enjoy whatever I can from your piece. Now, you need to structure your work properly. Break it down in stanzas (or paragraphs) depends whether or not you're going for prose or poetry format. Next, incorporate analogy usage and metaphors. Personification or alliteration even (But know when to use these techniques and when to...
I'll come straight off the bat and say to you, don't rhyme for the sake of rhyming! It comes off very obvious and stops me dead in my tracks when I'm trying to enjoy whatever I can from your piece. Now, you need to structure your work properly. Break it down in stanzas (or paragraphs) depends whether or not you're going for prose or poetry format. Next, incorporate analogy usage and metaphors. Personification or alliteration even (But know when to use these techniques and when to...
1153 reads
21 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 8:36am
20th Mar 2013 8:36am
Up.
I cannot get up.
Cannot get up.
Get up.
Up."
- Annoymous.
Cannot get up.
Get up.
Up."
- Annoymous.
880 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 6:33am
19th Mar 2013 6:33am
How it is
Look into his eyes
and you can tell
that he's a angry and sad man.
Once a proud man
the fire in his eyes
has become stone.
He'd rather fight, than love.
Destroy, than create.
Pure anger,
for how wronged this man has felt.
He has become
bound to violence
and drained of all empathy.
Still living by his Code.
and you can tell
that he's a angry and sad man.
Once a proud man
the fire in his eyes
has become stone.
He'd rather fight, than love.
Destroy, than create.
Pure anger,
for how wronged this man has felt.
He has become
bound to violence
and drained of all empathy.
Still living by his Code.
773 reads
15 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 3:32am
18th Mar 2013 3:32am
Blackened Heart
I know your game
and I've seen all this shit before.
oldest game in the book.
You expected me to cut my ties
shatter all relationships
and burn all my fucking bridges.
Then leave me in the middle of nowhere?
And sneer at my attempts to rebuild
I put it all out there
no bullshit, no lies.
I've lost all I've fought for
just to satisfy you.
Put my trust in you
feed you my affection
but it never meant a fucking thing.
How I feel, defines me.
and you've brought this upon me.
You can't see...
and I've seen all this shit before.
oldest game in the book.
You expected me to cut my ties
shatter all relationships
and burn all my fucking bridges.
Then leave me in the middle of nowhere?
And sneer at my attempts to rebuild
I put it all out there
no bullshit, no lies.
I've lost all I've fought for
just to satisfy you.
Put my trust in you
feed you my affection
but it never meant a fucking thing.
How I feel, defines me.
and you've brought this upon me.
You can't see...
1100 reads
22 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 10:08am
9th Mar 2013 10:08am
The Damned, the Shamed.
The echo of their footsteps..
surely closing in.
Slowly.. in time.
Men of duty, I know them all so well.
Tears fall, of all men within.
The Imprisoned and the Freed.
A sullen voice cries out
in his misery, his grand stage.
With blurred vision..
and a tear glazed gaze
between these bars.
Locking my stare
to my only friends who have become
my assigned executioners.
The only Family I know
the who command unto the condemned
struck brethern with it's plight.
The horns, they sound.
Speak unto the commandment of death....
surely closing in.
Slowly.. in time.
Men of duty, I know them all so well.
Tears fall, of all men within.
The Imprisoned and the Freed.
A sullen voice cries out
in his misery, his grand stage.
With blurred vision..
and a tear glazed gaze
between these bars.
Locking my stare
to my only friends who have become
my assigned executioners.
The only Family I know
the who command unto the condemned
struck brethern with it's plight.
The horns, they sound.
Speak unto the commandment of death....
709 reads
14 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 00:24am
6th Mar 2013 00:24am
The End of the Road
Met a Year Sevener earlier today,
man he was in tears
and afraid to be at his new High School.
There I was, walking through the corridor
to my Chemistry class.
But then I saw him
Head buried in his hands.
His first day of a new life.
The struggle of a hostile High School.
He in his Junior uniform
and I in my senior uniform
two ends of the same road.
Man, I've been there too.
I sat down beside him
back sliding down the wall.
"You alright, mate?"
I said to him.
As I sat down.
At first he...
man he was in tears
and afraid to be at his new High School.
There I was, walking through the corridor
to my Chemistry class.
But then I saw him
Head buried in his hands.
His first day of a new life.
The struggle of a hostile High School.
He in his Junior uniform
and I in my senior uniform
two ends of the same road.
Man, I've been there too.
I sat down beside him
back sliding down the wall.
"You alright, mate?"
I said to him.
As I sat down.
At first he...
825 reads
10 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 7:40am
4th Mar 2013 7:40am
Idolized and Vilified
Blood of the Mother's side.
Grandfather to I,
father of my Aunty.
Held in a high regard
for being a
pedophiliac
incestuous fuck.
His deep, dirty secret
and my Auntie's greatest pain.
Such betrayal
and sickening deeds,
he was not a good man.
He never fucking was
don't you go and tell me
what he supposedly done.
Death eventually met him
at the age of 83.
Died of cancer
as painful as could be.
Death wasn't pleasent
that's some justice right there
for my stoic of an Aunty....
Grandfather to I,
father of my Aunty.
Held in a high regard
for being a
pedophiliac
incestuous fuck.
His deep, dirty secret
and my Auntie's greatest pain.
Such betrayal
and sickening deeds,
he was not a good man.
He never fucking was
don't you go and tell me
what he supposedly done.
Death eventually met him
at the age of 83.
Died of cancer
as painful as could be.
Death wasn't pleasent
that's some justice right there
for my stoic of an Aunty....
932 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 6:26am
3rd Mar 2013 6:26am
What Cuts, It's Spoken too.
The handle,
gleaming.
Under the fluorescent light.
The base of the blade,
stained
in crimson red.
Its point,
the rest of its edge
and the centre
of the knife,
buried in her heart.
The Vic,
her name was Christine.
She's been renamed
Victim Number 3.
Her forearms hanging
over the edge of the bath.
the water dripping
from her
blue-black finger nails,
well and truly dead.
"We're finished in here"
Yeah, Johnno. ...
gleaming.
Under the fluorescent light.
The base of the blade,
stained
in crimson red.
Its point,
the rest of its edge
and the centre
of the knife,
buried in her heart.
The Vic,
her name was Christine.
She's been renamed
Victim Number 3.
Her forearms hanging
over the edge of the bath.
the water dripping
from her
blue-black finger nails,
well and truly dead.
"We're finished in here"
Yeah, Johnno. ...
941 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 5:12pm
1st Mar 2013 5:12pm
..hate burns stronger than love...
We can forgive you for killing our sons. But we will never forgive you for making us kill yours. Peace will come when the Arabs will love their children more than they hate us"
Golda Meir - The Fourth Prime Minister of Israel.
Feel it burn you?
That C4 strapped to your chest..
beneath your ragged cloth.
Your Father carries you
proud of his only son.
Hoisted on his soldiers,
he sings to his brethern
he has groomed you
for the The Second Intifada.
Your friends,...
Golda Meir - The Fourth Prime Minister of Israel.
Feel it burn you?
That C4 strapped to your chest..
beneath your ragged cloth.
Your Father carries you
proud of his only son.
Hoisted on his soldiers,
he sings to his brethern
he has groomed you
for the The Second Intifada.
Your friends,...
859 reads
19 Comments
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