Submissions by Blackhippy60
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 6:00pm
7th Jan 2016 6:00pm
essay on despondency to elation
"When creativity expands, so does a lose of control of it, depletes in your very power."
- Jcl
As these dimensions and dreams we try to make larger than our realities, so does the increase of the lose of control of it. As power comes to you so does your mentality weaken by the stress from the progress.
Indeed in every step you move up on the stair well to your far Elysium, is another step, that will appear before you blocking extending your pathway to it, until you collapse of course from exhaustion you can chose to deny. Fate doesn't really exist except by...
- Jcl
As these dimensions and dreams we try to make larger than our realities, so does the increase of the lose of control of it. As power comes to you so does your mentality weaken by the stress from the progress.
Indeed in every step you move up on the stair well to your far Elysium, is another step, that will appear before you blocking extending your pathway to it, until you collapse of course from exhaustion you can chose to deny. Fate doesn't really exist except by...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2016 1:13am
1st Jan 2016 1:13am
Stepping stone
you could hear the sound of bitter ignorance breach these walls of mine
the horrid revelished cutlure hidden I between our minds
remains silent over the sweet dreams we precived our predecessors to see.
so much the anger still is provoked and dominate in thee
so much I never received a remedeer,
so prolongs the the futile thought we feared
never once, nither did i, think
so much
that a madness could grow by the varsity of its age and yet even grow strong day and by day...
and with hidden pain dwells within a smile with...
the horrid revelished cutlure hidden I between our minds
remains silent over the sweet dreams we precived our predecessors to see.
so much the anger still is provoked and dominate in thee
so much I never received a remedeer,
so prolongs the the futile thought we feared
never once, nither did i, think
so much
that a madness could grow by the varsity of its age and yet even grow strong day and by day...
and with hidden pain dwells within a smile with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jan 2016 1:07am
1st Jan 2016 1:07am
Sorry, not sorry...
With my wrist suicidal,
the other love its perk,
so much feelings, that feel so unconventional
who cares we both want to know how this finally works.
getting into our feelings so separate so sensitive, to touch to love to noticing of our deepest weakness
an exchange for happiness, to lose this loneliness
a new rush for an acceptance
as open up to new dab of ecstasy, to flow through our bodies.
a plunge for an exchange of pleasure
as they remove each others covers, they rub on the most sensitive parts of the body.
starting from...
the other love its perk,
so much feelings, that feel so unconventional
who cares we both want to know how this finally works.
getting into our feelings so separate so sensitive, to touch to love to noticing of our deepest weakness
an exchange for happiness, to lose this loneliness
a new rush for an acceptance
as open up to new dab of ecstasy, to flow through our bodies.
a plunge for an exchange of pleasure
as they remove each others covers, they rub on the most sensitive parts of the body.
starting from...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 10:22pm
28th Dec 2015 10:22pm
Young saint
A self-imposed pilgrim walks among the sand like a Desert wolf
To find only his mind screaming at him.
The blood in his hands blisteringly look.
As he sits and contemplates to his misshaped reality.
To see if mind can lead him back home
And hope suffer a causality.
Where ever that may be.
In this desert, to end his reality
To find only his mind screaming at him.
The blood in his hands blisteringly look.
As he sits and contemplates to his misshaped reality.
To see if mind can lead him back home
And hope suffer a causality.
Where ever that may be.
In this desert, to end his reality
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 4:58pm
28th Dec 2015 4:58pm
House of flowers
A Silent house , with only the spoken roaches that crawl beneath the cracks,
The sound of a ghost's foot steps.
haunts theses walls. as the sound of the heart tears, from the family that left its spirit behind.
these spirits change as the memory change with age. The body of this house hold still lingers, and the bloodline lays in the seeds of the flowers meant to be planted, by the farmers that have died or have given up on there dream.
and what is the dream, the perception of a vision for a better life?
the perception seems to be at its greatest when approach...
The sound of a ghost's foot steps.
haunts theses walls. as the sound of the heart tears, from the family that left its spirit behind.
these spirits change as the memory change with age. The body of this house hold still lingers, and the bloodline lays in the seeds of the flowers meant to be planted, by the farmers that have died or have given up on there dream.
and what is the dream, the perception of a vision for a better life?
the perception seems to be at its greatest when approach...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 11:19pm
26th Dec 2015 11:19pm
The slave story
I was walking in in the barren desert, as a slave for rich merchants.
The merchant rode on golden camels and some on indigo horses.
While I and the other slaves walked on out bare feet.
The calmly rich merchant would laugh on his seat.
Chains bound us to our masters and the earth.
Never would we know how much our worth
I begged for water, but my masters ignored me
.As I soon became tired that day and became wiry,
I collapsed while the others passed by and dragged me.
A slave was told to fetch water for a master’s youngling
And as he went. He came...
The merchant rode on golden camels and some on indigo horses.
While I and the other slaves walked on out bare feet.
The calmly rich merchant would laugh on his seat.
Chains bound us to our masters and the earth.
Never would we know how much our worth
I begged for water, but my masters ignored me
.As I soon became tired that day and became wiry,
I collapsed while the others passed by and dragged me.
A slave was told to fetch water for a master’s youngling
And as he went. He came...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 11:17pm
26th Dec 2015 11:17pm
Man proposing to woman
Stumble upon by beauty, with a happiness found
Her eyes catch the soul of others, brazing them with her sweet sound.
The vessel of a thousand twanging instruments, the sounds of vale heavens broken.
A life. And perpetual happiness, meant to be, for one day and now out and open.
“I promise my body and mind to be given as my love for you.
My shrine but never the less not mine but the world I knew.
I can feel the end coming a breezes where the empire ends
And the culture of new beginnings, which awaits us.
A tempest over the horizon coming,...
Her eyes catch the soul of others, brazing them with her sweet sound.
The vessel of a thousand twanging instruments, the sounds of vale heavens broken.
A life. And perpetual happiness, meant to be, for one day and now out and open.
“I promise my body and mind to be given as my love for you.
My shrine but never the less not mine but the world I knew.
I can feel the end coming a breezes where the empire ends
And the culture of new beginnings, which awaits us.
A tempest over the horizon coming,...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 3:31am
26th Dec 2015 3:31am
Chaotic prime
And in the instant, we touched and made.
A white pearl out in the sky,
Blue eyes shines like galaxies stars allied perfectively
Such beauty to be mistaken as preternatural.
Far to be a chaotic prime
A figure which in its shape
Is like a locked heart soon to break and shine.
Soon to become belonged to her savoir and merciful master.
And soon to be breaker of chastity.
A liar of lies and perfect beings made of plaster.
Lucifer enters the angels mind
And shows there true aberrant beauty.
Like bees and there flowers of honey
A perfect lie for...
A white pearl out in the sky,
Blue eyes shines like galaxies stars allied perfectively
Such beauty to be mistaken as preternatural.
Far to be a chaotic prime
A figure which in its shape
Is like a locked heart soon to break and shine.
Soon to become belonged to her savoir and merciful master.
And soon to be breaker of chastity.
A liar of lies and perfect beings made of plaster.
Lucifer enters the angels mind
And shows there true aberrant beauty.
Like bees and there flowers of honey
A perfect lie for...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 3:29am
26th Dec 2015 3:29am
Ascended Wings
Born high into the horizon,
A beautiful life made of fortitude.
Has made its nest upon the sky of clouds
A flammable ring surrounds them,
Cut far from the ground.
An archer, covered in a black robe.
Harvesting the field and skies.
It comes to take your soul.
Aimed high, with red with envy in it’s eyes.
Come to support its work and demise.
An enteral bit a sting, of a bitter sweet victory,
the channel of the beloved, comes to plays in its symphony,
And where it’s ashes awaits, these, are cast away from existences.
For without the...
A beautiful life made of fortitude.
Has made its nest upon the sky of clouds
A flammable ring surrounds them,
Cut far from the ground.
An archer, covered in a black robe.
Harvesting the field and skies.
It comes to take your soul.
Aimed high, with red with envy in it’s eyes.
Come to support its work and demise.
An enteral bit a sting, of a bitter sweet victory,
the channel of the beloved, comes to plays in its symphony,
And where it’s ashes awaits, these, are cast away from existences.
For without the...
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