Submissions by BleedingSpectre333 (Eden)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel I need to write. Anything more and I've defeated the purpose. Any less and I'm wasting time.
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 5:09am
9th Mar 2015 5:09am
I promised
My last note,
is a poem.
my last note,
Is sitting in my drafts.
And I'm scared.
I don't fear death.
I fear what will happen.
not in an afterlife,
but to my friends.
I fear what will happen to those I hold so close to me.
Their families.
So much pain and sorrow.
But
Even knowing this,
I cant help but think about it.
I promised I would get help.
I never want to show that poem.
Yet I nearly did.
And it scares me.
is a poem.
my last note,
Is sitting in my drafts.
And I'm scared.
I don't fear death.
I fear what will happen.
not in an afterlife,
but to my friends.
I fear what will happen to those I hold so close to me.
Their families.
So much pain and sorrow.
But
Even knowing this,
I cant help but think about it.
I promised I would get help.
I never want to show that poem.
Yet I nearly did.
And it scares me.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2015 1:35am
20th Jan 2015 1:35am
Event Horizon
Clean, crisp air,
nipped at my nose,
and hugged at my clothes with fleeting arms.
The sweet smell of jasmine softly laid in the air,
as the whispering leaves of a willow danced about me.
Spectral children danced about,
playing tag or screaming with glee as their pinwheels spun.
Their voices resonated innocence, and made the leaves glow
Walking past them, I saw lovers,
lying together upon the roots of the great tree.
Their passion bled onto the soil, strenghtening the tree.
The trunk was a mix of vibrant green moss and calm brown...
nipped at my nose,
and hugged at my clothes with fleeting arms.
The sweet smell of jasmine softly laid in the air,
as the whispering leaves of a willow danced about me.
Spectral children danced about,
playing tag or screaming with glee as their pinwheels spun.
Their voices resonated innocence, and made the leaves glow
Walking past them, I saw lovers,
lying together upon the roots of the great tree.
Their passion bled onto the soil, strenghtening the tree.
The trunk was a mix of vibrant green moss and calm brown...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Dec 2014 7:04am
25th Dec 2014 7:04am
Bleeding Spectre
You're here.
I know you are.
I love you.
Every dreary night I grasped on to you,
Held you in my arms.
Every waking moment I saw your face.
And it was ever so soft.
And it was ever so aglow.
Your hair flowed perfectly,
And the sun reflected your purity
But now you are still.
That once soft face is now cracked and broken.
The glow now a pale and ashen grey.
They did this to you.
I promised I would protect you.
They tore you away from me.
I promised We would be inseparable.
They...
I know you are.
I love you.
Every dreary night I grasped on to you,
Held you in my arms.
Every waking moment I saw your face.
And it was ever so soft.
And it was ever so aglow.
Your hair flowed perfectly,
And the sun reflected your purity
But now you are still.
That once soft face is now cracked and broken.
The glow now a pale and ashen grey.
They did this to you.
I promised I would protect you.
They tore you away from me.
I promised We would be inseparable.
They...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2014 5:24am
7th Nov 2014 5:24am
Snowballing Down
there is a sadness within my heart.
one that excaims great mournings into the night sky.
it is a sadness that turns blood my blood to sludge,
staining and straining every muscle to the point of immobility.
this sorrow I carry with me is one of suffering.
It is a sorrow that makes me actually afraid of death.
not the fact that I would never see the light of day,
or feel the suns warming rays.
Its the fear of what might happen to those whom I will leave.
The fear that I will no longer be able to protect them.
to be there when they need help.
...
one that excaims great mournings into the night sky.
it is a sadness that turns blood my blood to sludge,
staining and straining every muscle to the point of immobility.
this sorrow I carry with me is one of suffering.
It is a sorrow that makes me actually afraid of death.
not the fact that I would never see the light of day,
or feel the suns warming rays.
Its the fear of what might happen to those whom I will leave.
The fear that I will no longer be able to protect them.
to be there when they need help.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2014 6:10am
18th Oct 2014 6:10am
sorrow
Tell me your darkest fears.
Sell me your everliving soul.
Tap into those primordial emotions,
and bleed the sadness.
Melt into the floor,
let your consciousness seep into the ground.
Nothing matters anymore.
The skies are as bleak as the pain,
and the sun as dark as the clouds within.
Weeping only makes it worse,
more memorable,
like every tear is etching itself onto your face and mind.
The first laughs at your tries to restrain it,
and the last laughs at your weakness.
What kind of ethereal being would have this?
Why...
Sell me your everliving soul.
Tap into those primordial emotions,
and bleed the sadness.
Melt into the floor,
let your consciousness seep into the ground.
Nothing matters anymore.
The skies are as bleak as the pain,
and the sun as dark as the clouds within.
Weeping only makes it worse,
more memorable,
like every tear is etching itself onto your face and mind.
The first laughs at your tries to restrain it,
and the last laughs at your weakness.
What kind of ethereal being would have this?
Why...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 6:12am
13th Oct 2014 6:12am
why I fear death
You were my everything when I was nothing.
You were the love I would never let go of.
The one to whom I could talk to incessantly.
But the gods of the celestial stars rolled a natural 1,
and nothing was ever the same.
Love is a complicated thing, sadly.
You must sacrifice something for another person,
someone you care so much for, you would do anything.
Loving someone so dearly never comes without a price.
Humans do stupid shit all the time,
but its our persistence thats made us who we are.
Our unwillingness to simply die.
When you break...
You were the love I would never let go of.
The one to whom I could talk to incessantly.
But the gods of the celestial stars rolled a natural 1,
and nothing was ever the same.
Love is a complicated thing, sadly.
You must sacrifice something for another person,
someone you care so much for, you would do anything.
Loving someone so dearly never comes without a price.
Humans do stupid shit all the time,
but its our persistence thats made us who we are.
Our unwillingness to simply die.
When you break...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 11:48pm
22nd Sep 2014 11:48pm
Escape
Trees dancing to the beat of the blowing breeze,
Cause they know it dont mean it thing if they aint got that sway
That swings them between the notes sung by songbirds.
The cars keep rolling and reeling,
As my mind keeps roiling and boiling inside this metal box called life.
Here is where I step out and burst toward the forest at full speed,
Sprinting and dodging the cars. Jump! Dive into the bushes!
And lay beneath the nearest tree.
Slowly catch your breath,
As your eyes rise to a light grey sky.
Feel the leaves.
So...cool...
Close...
Cause they know it dont mean it thing if they aint got that sway
That swings them between the notes sung by songbirds.
The cars keep rolling and reeling,
As my mind keeps roiling and boiling inside this metal box called life.
Here is where I step out and burst toward the forest at full speed,
Sprinting and dodging the cars. Jump! Dive into the bushes!
And lay beneath the nearest tree.
Slowly catch your breath,
As your eyes rise to a light grey sky.
Feel the leaves.
So...cool...
Close...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 5:50am
21st Sep 2014 5:50am
Apotheosis
Selfless self-doubt,
aimed a trigger at his head,
it pulled the trigger,
now hes dead.
and from his death is where I rise.
All his wallowing and self pity,
all of his depression and abhorrent thoughts,
now lay to rest along with him.
From his charred remains I rise and recover all of the scraps of honor.
the very ones that worm used to wipe your shoe.
he is worthless, but like a caterpillar,
a writhing and hideous creature,
he could not keep going in such a sorry state,
thus the butterfly had to force its way through.
I am his god...
aimed a trigger at his head,
it pulled the trigger,
now hes dead.
and from his death is where I rise.
All his wallowing and self pity,
all of his depression and abhorrent thoughts,
now lay to rest along with him.
From his charred remains I rise and recover all of the scraps of honor.
the very ones that worm used to wipe your shoe.
he is worthless, but like a caterpillar,
a writhing and hideous creature,
he could not keep going in such a sorry state,
thus the butterfly had to force its way through.
I am his god...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 5:19am
26th Aug 2014 5:19am
invalid
Dearest Death,
Will you not open you arms for me?
Why is it that even you, will you not welcome me?
I have been at your doorstep.
I crawled to you when I needed you the most,
but each and every time, you only made it worse,
because you rejected me.
now I face you chin up and without fear.
I yearned for your embrace, bringing warmth and oblivion,
But now I couldn't care less about the commodity of warmth.
each day I see the rising sun is one less I have to see.
I lived for those who live for themselves.
Now I'll die with those who died to...
Will you not open you arms for me?
Why is it that even you, will you not welcome me?
I have been at your doorstep.
I crawled to you when I needed you the most,
but each and every time, you only made it worse,
because you rejected me.
now I face you chin up and without fear.
I yearned for your embrace, bringing warmth and oblivion,
But now I couldn't care less about the commodity of warmth.
each day I see the rising sun is one less I have to see.
I lived for those who live for themselves.
Now I'll die with those who died to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 3:23am
25th Jun 2014 3:23am
Rant (part 1) / free rhyme
There once was a time when all I did was run in fear.
All I knew was flight because in me there was no fight,
Just the fright of another night in the cold shadows,
Those that only showed me upon the gallows,
Strung up and choking on air,
Just like those god damned fish mother made.
All I felt was the cascade of emotion causing corrosion,
And yet I'm still in motion for if I stop my head will pop.
But as corny as it sounds my past still catches up.
How can I live when I feel like a mutt?
Hold on.
What if the fright that made me take flight...
All I knew was flight because in me there was no fight,
Just the fright of another night in the cold shadows,
Those that only showed me upon the gallows,
Strung up and choking on air,
Just like those god damned fish mother made.
All I felt was the cascade of emotion causing corrosion,
And yet I'm still in motion for if I stop my head will pop.
But as corny as it sounds my past still catches up.
How can I live when I feel like a mutt?
Hold on.
What if the fright that made me take flight...
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