Submissions by Blackhippy60
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2016 8:56pm
19th May 2016 8:56pm
Homeless mans astraigened words
Ashes falling from the walls
hanging on the ceiling top
as float so softly down the edges
dropping to the ground like angel tears
it looks like god crying
as the imagination insures it must be
it is beautiful!
what is he saying?
hanging on the ceiling top
as float so softly down the edges
dropping to the ground like angel tears
it looks like god crying
as the imagination insures it must be
it is beautiful!
what is he saying?
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SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Apr 2016 2:13am
19th Apr 2016 2:13am
Christ boot camp fire song in F.W.A.A.F.S (The angel from France)
Spare time, for these honest words.
As I try to paint the picture, of our love for each other
As the task seems to be unanswerable
As yet, our bond is stronger
and love keeps growing stronger
by hold of the heart, the kind be inside yeah. like the path from the start.
in mind of the angel. stay a separate apart from god
let mind of my angel. find her path to her heart
let the mind of the angel
let mind of heart.
let the mind of the angel
find the passion from the start
let the mind of the angel, set ya path from the start....
As I try to paint the picture, of our love for each other
As the task seems to be unanswerable
As yet, our bond is stronger
and love keeps growing stronger
by hold of the heart, the kind be inside yeah. like the path from the start.
in mind of the angel. stay a separate apart from god
let mind of my angel. find her path to her heart
let the mind of the angel
let mind of heart.
let the mind of the angel
find the passion from the start
let the mind of the angel, set ya path from the start....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 1:35am
19th Apr 2016 1:35am
Seneca's Soliloquy in Aurora book one
There is no happiness in being kind
where there is a pleasure in being cruel.
If that so. why must there be meaning in the state of love?
where true meaning appears in the proof of hatred state.
on equals.
there is no anger in the mist of weather here, that oppose me in the chair of clear clouds from the mind
just spectacles of dust from the dry dessert wasteland you could call a love
it a is illusion from the set to be free to reality.
A self restrained hatred, against the pleasure of another's agony
all theist alike wish you to perish blindly in their...
where there is a pleasure in being cruel.
If that so. why must there be meaning in the state of love?
where true meaning appears in the proof of hatred state.
on equals.
there is no anger in the mist of weather here, that oppose me in the chair of clear clouds from the mind
just spectacles of dust from the dry dessert wasteland you could call a love
it a is illusion from the set to be free to reality.
A self restrained hatred, against the pleasure of another's agony
all theist alike wish you to perish blindly in their...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 3:17am
16th Mar 2016 3:17am
The beauty i am
We live in an age
where fear has compromised our own thoughts and action
. that we cant even share are given freedom to scream because of rituals and how they effect our mentality through culture.
I am my own way
I feel its effected me much by chance.
but not by pretentious bigotry found in the happiness of others
much time has been wasted this
and yet in a search for lost time I've found only my reflection to suit me well wit happiness and risk.
the thoughts of this still provoke me ever since then
and yet and yet some much knowledge discerned...
where fear has compromised our own thoughts and action
. that we cant even share are given freedom to scream because of rituals and how they effect our mentality through culture.
I am my own way
I feel its effected me much by chance.
but not by pretentious bigotry found in the happiness of others
much time has been wasted this
and yet in a search for lost time I've found only my reflection to suit me well wit happiness and risk.
the thoughts of this still provoke me ever since then
and yet and yet some much knowledge discerned...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 4:30am
15th Feb 2016 4:30am
L's story to to Creon of his first night with Michelle
L: oh... Its been along while sense I've found a connection like this.
I've found in another morsel
my evil intentions seem to be vibrant than my other senses
my mind only wants to focus on the positions. we inhabited
a youth warm and bright with red lips
the shape of an apple bottom bodacious and curvy plush red lips
a limber brusque fellow
with the face of a mild expression
both naked and beastle in the mist of each other
there was no embarrassment here there no need to coware
just my palm in the hands of the significant other
folly to your...
I've found in another morsel
my evil intentions seem to be vibrant than my other senses
my mind only wants to focus on the positions. we inhabited
a youth warm and bright with red lips
the shape of an apple bottom bodacious and curvy plush red lips
a limber brusque fellow
with the face of a mild expression
both naked and beastle in the mist of each other
there was no embarrassment here there no need to coware
just my palm in the hands of the significant other
folly to your...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 3:55am
15th Feb 2016 3:55am
Changing Seasons
You can feel that beat in your chest and that sensation of impatience
a cringe in the gut
and warm palm on the back of your neck,
soft lips like peaches
beautiful smell of ember, like a fresh old country oak tree
beauty is vibrant in this youth, but to terms of suggestion, soon comes to reside to things more differently
unexpected
a negative coalition comes,
and the fear of not having enough intelligence, required to take action appears as the warm feeling approaches through your chest, like a fire brewing.
A tinderbox ready to ignite, but yet no match...
a cringe in the gut
and warm palm on the back of your neck,
soft lips like peaches
beautiful smell of ember, like a fresh old country oak tree
beauty is vibrant in this youth, but to terms of suggestion, soon comes to reside to things more differently
unexpected
a negative coalition comes,
and the fear of not having enough intelligence, required to take action appears as the warm feeling approaches through your chest, like a fire brewing.
A tinderbox ready to ignite, but yet no match...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2016 00:29am
1st Feb 2016 00:29am
Damoen's Soliloquy
Everything here built and made up of some fake supremacist
it interest me to see that everyone believe this is staged, but by all means your easy to drift in your imagination
as so am i....
none of my intelligence appears to be aware or noticeable in my spoken words,
contorted,
perplexing,
jumbled,
in an amid distinction of everything just as it is was misplace on purpose by god...
not to torture me ,but o teach me sure values, of a fortitude needed,
some believe I don't even understand words...
silly isn't it.
more sillier than when they...
it interest me to see that everyone believe this is staged, but by all means your easy to drift in your imagination
as so am i....
none of my intelligence appears to be aware or noticeable in my spoken words,
contorted,
perplexing,
jumbled,
in an amid distinction of everything just as it is was misplace on purpose by god...
not to torture me ,but o teach me sure values, of a fortitude needed,
some believe I don't even understand words...
silly isn't it.
more sillier than when they...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Jan 2016 2:40am
19th Jan 2016 2:40am
flower color
With a rhythmic pattern like yours
i soon come to learn that there is kindness in hearts
of those who choose to yearn
but from what life has taught me now
is that fear really lies in the face of death,
within these walls as society places
us in our boundaries
we remain separate in corners of darkness
with blinded paths to our survival.
with only a flame inside slowly dimming
i hate to see my people live misery and be killed everyday, by themselves and unfair justice
it makes no sense to me sometimes
....
i soon come to learn that there is kindness in hearts
of those who choose to yearn
but from what life has taught me now
is that fear really lies in the face of death,
within these walls as society places
us in our boundaries
we remain separate in corners of darkness
with blinded paths to our survival.
with only a flame inside slowly dimming
i hate to see my people live misery and be killed everyday, by themselves and unfair justice
it makes no sense to me sometimes
....
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2016 3:39am
16th Jan 2016 3:39am
Erebus
I'm really getting sick and tired of no one believing me,
being constantly judged by the color of my skin and the behavior that stands in the way of my age gains the attention of my mentality..
i'm sick of it ,
quite frankly im embarrassed of it.
but most of all,
i know its not my fault, and im not a victim.... everyone just knows how to manipulate me. and its
ow-full.
its ow-full being this way sometimes. being incapable of controlling certain things in your life.
being told how much you can eat
be told how much you can do
only limits you...
being constantly judged by the color of my skin and the behavior that stands in the way of my age gains the attention of my mentality..
i'm sick of it ,
quite frankly im embarrassed of it.
but most of all,
i know its not my fault, and im not a victim.... everyone just knows how to manipulate me. and its
ow-full.
its ow-full being this way sometimes. being incapable of controlling certain things in your life.
being told how much you can eat
be told how much you can do
only limits you...
691 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2016 6:24am
10th Jan 2016 6:24am
just thinking
Now thinking of it,
all this time writing within insanity
and you still have a hard time being creative...
all this time writing within insanity
and you still have a hard time being creative...
730 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jan 2016 6:38pm
9th Jan 2016 6:38pm
American boy
A sentimental alien, with a cordial heart to be given
observed the ground caved in and taken
from a far and decrepit imagination,
a new home, for a new story, and new school with a newer glory
hope lies ahead of this future for this you bright angel of a girl
and only a the quirkiness and impoverishment of her old culture is was lags her behind
working on the task at hand she come across an algebra of class
a friendly kind pilgrim of the land of the free, is asking a question on how to get z
she thinks miscellaneously about the possibilities of what he...
observed the ground caved in and taken
from a far and decrepit imagination,
a new home, for a new story, and new school with a newer glory
hope lies ahead of this future for this you bright angel of a girl
and only a the quirkiness and impoverishment of her old culture is was lags her behind
working on the task at hand she come across an algebra of class
a friendly kind pilgrim of the land of the free, is asking a question on how to get z
she thinks miscellaneously about the possibilities of what he...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 6:47pm
7th Jan 2016 6:47pm
Erotic color to a Hikikomori
Seeing the colors fall down to all shapes from gravity's rainbow,
we come to a very point to elation right after the despondency,
were seen with beauty, only with the eyes of instinct and rush of pure imagination,
as sweet as it can be, like sugar, a lust that taste as only sour, and seen from a trapped place,
from this you can only exhibit a the reality of isolated corners, and with isolation there is no indeed a real progress, just an imagination in its growth.
from seeing thing,s like warm thick curves on a body, to strong and tender limbs on browk.
there is...
we come to a very point to elation right after the despondency,
were seen with beauty, only with the eyes of instinct and rush of pure imagination,
as sweet as it can be, like sugar, a lust that taste as only sour, and seen from a trapped place,
from this you can only exhibit a the reality of isolated corners, and with isolation there is no indeed a real progress, just an imagination in its growth.
from seeing thing,s like warm thick curves on a body, to strong and tender limbs on browk.
there is...
899 reads
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