Submissions by AstralLeeWilson (Astral Lee Wilson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 4:29pm
20th Nov 2018 4:29pm
The White Deer
I pass the heads hanging on the walls.
You stand so nervously stiff.
Like a crumbling cliff.
We all live again.
I don't know when,
Or if I ever will.
I fill an empty glass with emptiness.
I drink it without taste
Because you can't waste what never was.
I keep a key in the pocket of my opinion.
It opens a vault of trouble.
I swim in the swarm of critics
Thinking I'm the wittiest one.
Sold for led paint and a robin's egg blue.
One feint in the heat of day
And a remark
Which sparked the fray
To melt the...
You stand so nervously stiff.
Like a crumbling cliff.
We all live again.
I don't know when,
Or if I ever will.
I fill an empty glass with emptiness.
I drink it without taste
Because you can't waste what never was.
I keep a key in the pocket of my opinion.
It opens a vault of trouble.
I swim in the swarm of critics
Thinking I'm the wittiest one.
Sold for led paint and a robin's egg blue.
One feint in the heat of day
And a remark
Which sparked the fray
To melt the...
#animals
#LifeCycle
#confusion
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 4:12pm
20th Nov 2018 4:12pm
Mother Goose
I could never sing the song whistled by the prettiest bird of flight.
Though light holds no direction, nor conviction
I have a restriction reigning on a thistle path of night.
Vines they intertwine,
Dance dance about my feathers.
Divine shines inhabit not a cloud of my weather.
Withered, webbed, rubber legs
Wading.
Waiting.
Amidst muddy water.
I am the daughter of her speckled egg.
I cracked it's casing with a baby beak.
To find the rotten ovals of the others a resting wreak.
Mother goose
What was the use in whistling...
Though light holds no direction, nor conviction
I have a restriction reigning on a thistle path of night.
Vines they intertwine,
Dance dance about my feathers.
Divine shines inhabit not a cloud of my weather.
Withered, webbed, rubber legs
Wading.
Waiting.
Amidst muddy water.
I am the daughter of her speckled egg.
I cracked it's casing with a baby beak.
To find the rotten ovals of the others a resting wreak.
Mother goose
What was the use in whistling...
#fish
#uplifting
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2018 6:06pm
23rd Oct 2018 6:06pm
Outlets
If I hated anything it would have to be the outlets
He should have kept it all closed
I only see that it was a cowardice decision
breaking through what we once built
and all with which awe inspired itself of
a silence so thick
every echo turned to a flat line
every noose's loop pulled straight as it's rope stem
the only leaves about
brushed to bristles of silk on that such tree
right before gravity lost it's rights
which was right after our faces turned to walls
Through this decision
the completed masterpiece
the most...
He should have kept it all closed
I only see that it was a cowardice decision
breaking through what we once built
and all with which awe inspired itself of
a silence so thick
every echo turned to a flat line
every noose's loop pulled straight as it's rope stem
the only leaves about
brushed to bristles of silk on that such tree
right before gravity lost it's rights
which was right after our faces turned to walls
Through this decision
the completed masterpiece
the most...
#science
#universe
#astronomy
516 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2018 5:48pm
23rd Oct 2018 5:48pm
Dimery
If you wont let me in, I'll burn the place down and have you running out."
You can recall the memories.
I do recall the flowers.
I carry just a few.
The sky may haunt the dimery
and shower the blue with blue.
Would I ever thank you?
Give my fingers to sew new seams?
To be frank with you
I will never be the singer
at the piano in your dreams.
I would wear the yellow dress
drenched in flames now.
I had a picture of us framed on a mantle
which never existed.
Where the petals fell...
You can recall the memories.
I do recall the flowers.
I carry just a few.
The sky may haunt the dimery
and shower the blue with blue.
Would I ever thank you?
Give my fingers to sew new seams?
To be frank with you
I will never be the singer
at the piano in your dreams.
I would wear the yellow dress
drenched in flames now.
I had a picture of us framed on a mantle
which never existed.
Where the petals fell...
#dark
#flowers
#music
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 10:19pm
16th Oct 2018 10:19pm
The Iris
Can I remind you who you are at 3:35
Or are you even alive?
Potential is an ignored control complex
Subjected to our most vulnerable self
Yet we acknowledge practically everything else.
The damage
The glamour of being a comparison
The pressure of elevation
The strategic way of conforming to an absolute illusion
The intrusive connotations
The elation of what you can never seem to remember
Your hands clenching my shoulders in mid December
The longest winter
The emerald ring
Do you still mean everything if all you do...
Or are you even alive?
Potential is an ignored control complex
Subjected to our most vulnerable self
Yet we acknowledge practically everything else.
The damage
The glamour of being a comparison
The pressure of elevation
The strategic way of conforming to an absolute illusion
The intrusive connotations
The elation of what you can never seem to remember
Your hands clenching my shoulders in mid December
The longest winter
The emerald ring
Do you still mean everything if all you do...
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#denial
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 8:59pm
16th Oct 2018 8:59pm
Aloof Scoff
I've prayed about the new world temples.
Once I saw a face illuminated in dimples
Eroding in place
As the heart I misplaced
In a world a while off,
Leaving aloft an aloof scoff.
Forwarding no praise
Of the ways I've lived in such a daze
Clutching the haze of an old world dream
Where I would dearly dance,
Then lose my gleam
Zig zag the flag
Until
The window sill
Would shred simple
Straight sewn seems
Into the gristly glances
Gagging steam
Floating from prances
Of princesses
Pondering...
Once I saw a face illuminated in dimples
Eroding in place
As the heart I misplaced
In a world a while off,
Leaving aloft an aloof scoff.
Forwarding no praise
Of the ways I've lived in such a daze
Clutching the haze of an old world dream
Where I would dearly dance,
Then lose my gleam
Zig zag the flag
Until
The window sill
Would shred simple
Straight sewn seems
Into the gristly glances
Gagging steam
Floating from prances
Of princesses
Pondering...
#romantic
#religion
#magic
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2018 1:21am
14th Oct 2018 1:21am
The Blood Rose
I was often hunted
But never gathered.
Ill equipped and without stature
I could not be captured.
My pieces scattered
From the initial shatter.
Though I was always tired
I rarely appeared tattered
But fairly put together
And well dressed for the weather.
But it has never mattered.
It's funny what image does.
Your rotten milk reflection.
When all the flies buzz
Until there is nothing left to eat.
With all of their erections
And rotten meats.
In the askew direction
It is always me
And just my...
But never gathered.
Ill equipped and without stature
I could not be captured.
My pieces scattered
From the initial shatter.
Though I was always tired
I rarely appeared tattered
But fairly put together
And well dressed for the weather.
But it has never mattered.
It's funny what image does.
Your rotten milk reflection.
When all the flies buzz
Until there is nothing left to eat.
With all of their erections
And rotten meats.
In the askew direction
It is always me
And just my...
#religion
#spiritual
#philosophical
562 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2018 11:41pm
7th Oct 2018 11:41pm
Muddy Shoes
#strength
#ForbiddenLove
#heroic
499 reads
4 Comments
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