Submissions by Contagiouselixir
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2011 7:28pm
19th Apr 2011 7:28pm
A Lenten Prayer
A recent heart and dagger
with the inhabitants of my crooked head
exposed the enemy's undeniable knack
for leading me astray.
My greatest weakness is their perfected skill,
crafted to welcome my somewhat lyrical demise.
Lies caked with evil
are whispered quietly on continuous loop.
Eager ears cling to the demonic absolution
weighing down my cranium with
uncounterable self destructing thoughts.
Lucifer's minions fester and take root
gnawing through the soul strings of my maker.
The sufferings rationale will come in perfected timing,...
with the inhabitants of my crooked head
exposed the enemy's undeniable knack
for leading me astray.
My greatest weakness is their perfected skill,
crafted to welcome my somewhat lyrical demise.
Lies caked with evil
are whispered quietly on continuous loop.
Eager ears cling to the demonic absolution
weighing down my cranium with
uncounterable self destructing thoughts.
Lucifer's minions fester and take root
gnawing through the soul strings of my maker.
The sufferings rationale will come in perfected timing,...
690 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2011 6:00pm
19th Apr 2011 6:00pm
A Fresh Beginning Through God
Eyes flutter behind their tranquil lids,
I lay in your arms
restless
stomach turning.
My lips to your ear,
gentle whispers ensue.
I kiss your motionless lips
but you are burried in the unconscious.
(Lucid Dreaming)
What we did was wrong.
Sex before marriage;
the ultimate sin.
Lust was tempting and
signs were moaned through.
I quiver with fear and regret
thinking of what could lie ahead.
(Teen Motherhood)
Both tormented with burdens,
can we fix each other?
Determined to conquer this
we talk into the night...
I lay in your arms
restless
stomach turning.
My lips to your ear,
gentle whispers ensue.
I kiss your motionless lips
but you are burried in the unconscious.
(Lucid Dreaming)
What we did was wrong.
Sex before marriage;
the ultimate sin.
Lust was tempting and
signs were moaned through.
I quiver with fear and regret
thinking of what could lie ahead.
(Teen Motherhood)
Both tormented with burdens,
can we fix each other?
Determined to conquer this
we talk into the night...
802 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Apr 2011 9:21pm
5th Apr 2011 9:21pm
Sorrowful Murder Scene
Razor sharp icicles
struck deep,
penetrating vital organs.
Body lays motionless,
ice coated with blood
type A.
Thick, leaking
from the wound.
A crimson fountain
cascading
onto the frozen lake,
beneath a
once loved life form,
sprawled across a
once babbling brook.
Heat seen rising from
the severed body
signals the weapon
to melt,
refreezing in mid drip.
Scrape it from the snow,
separate
red from
dirty white.
Tomorrow's children
will come to play,
ignoring
the trail of slush
left...
struck deep,
penetrating vital organs.
Body lays motionless,
ice coated with blood
type A.
Thick, leaking
from the wound.
A crimson fountain
cascading
onto the frozen lake,
beneath a
once loved life form,
sprawled across a
once babbling brook.
Heat seen rising from
the severed body
signals the weapon
to melt,
refreezing in mid drip.
Scrape it from the snow,
separate
red from
dirty white.
Tomorrow's children
will come to play,
ignoring
the trail of slush
left...
876 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2011 9:03pm
5th Apr 2011 9:03pm
Conquering Battles With Strong Eyes
For months depression rained down
Weathering the parade people call life
Raining so hard the hours slip into weeks without notice
Time becomes inconsequential
You are a hollowed tree, alive but not living
Inhabiting a strangers body isn't as easy at it sounds
Amongst familiar objects but subjected to a bitter confusion
Clouds of loneliness and drops of fear linger above your head
Fear turning to sorrow as it beats down upon you
Dripping slowly down your body, pores absorbing self‑destructing thoughts
Everything is cold and wet but...
Weathering the parade people call life
Raining so hard the hours slip into weeks without notice
Time becomes inconsequential
You are a hollowed tree, alive but not living
Inhabiting a strangers body isn't as easy at it sounds
Amongst familiar objects but subjected to a bitter confusion
Clouds of loneliness and drops of fear linger above your head
Fear turning to sorrow as it beats down upon you
Dripping slowly down your body, pores absorbing self‑destructing thoughts
Everything is cold and wet but...
799 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2011 4:47am
3rd Apr 2011 4:47am
Your Own Obsidian Shard
To you my origin is unknown.
Hidden, lost, forgotten
that's what I am to you.
Immaterial.
Upon creation
you solidified me so swiftly
I was in your image.
A calculated move.
It was my specular exterior
that attracted you from the start.
It was her fictile persona
and stunning looks
that made you stray.
I am more than I appear,
not something to be
kicked around your bedroom
like an overindulged obsession
gazed upon too often.
So confront your deepest
fears, phobias, hurts, and shames
and get out of my...
Hidden, lost, forgotten
that's what I am to you.
Immaterial.
Upon creation
you solidified me so swiftly
I was in your image.
A calculated move.
It was my specular exterior
that attracted you from the start.
It was her fictile persona
and stunning looks
that made you stray.
I am more than I appear,
not something to be
kicked around your bedroom
like an overindulged obsession
gazed upon too often.
So confront your deepest
fears, phobias, hurts, and shames
and get out of my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2011 8:48pm
2nd Apr 2011 8:48pm
Typical Emo Slut
your previous disregard of etiquette
is comprehensible given your
current superfluous
state in the cosmos.
your legerdemain deceives
few and your
pathetic incapacity is
a sham. breathe in
heavily the ashes of
those that expired before you,
waste away and unite
with their remains.
vanish into the depths of
oblivion where your tears
are silenced by
the transgressor.
lay with him in your circumvent
glory for eternity.
maybe this time he won't slay you....
is comprehensible given your
current superfluous
state in the cosmos.
your legerdemain deceives
few and your
pathetic incapacity is
a sham. breathe in
heavily the ashes of
those that expired before you,
waste away and unite
with their remains.
vanish into the depths of
oblivion where your tears
are silenced by
the transgressor.
lay with him in your circumvent
glory for eternity.
maybe this time he won't slay you....
2178 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2011 5:33am
2nd Apr 2011 5:33am
Light of Rebirth in Springtime
with traces of its roots
missing it clings to life
exposed to the harsh
elements no one knows
what will come of it.
interweaved with the
frigid metal it struggles
to stay alive blowing
about in the wind
no one tends to it.
bare of flowers
it starts to lose
strength crinkled brown
leaves are all that remain
no one cares if
it survives.
Life throws at us things worth fighting for and
Spring Breeds New Beginnings.
missing it clings to life
exposed to the harsh
elements no one knows
what will come of it.
interweaved with the
frigid metal it struggles
to stay alive blowing
about in the wind
no one tends to it.
bare of flowers
it starts to lose
strength crinkled brown
leaves are all that remain
no one cares if
it survives.
Life throws at us things worth fighting for and
Spring Breeds New Beginnings.
888 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2011 5:28am
2nd Apr 2011 5:28am
Stereotypical Love Testimony
Drowning myself
in your denim
jacket while the
faint scent of
cologne lingers near.
With eyes closed,
my skin feels
fingertips
gently tracing
slopes familiar
to your touch.
Brushing against
my lips, lingering
there. Your image
fused in my
one track brain
inspires shouting
from treetops and
writing love letters.
My pathetic
attempts at
flattery appear
gut wrenchingly
predictable.
This pointless flattery
does love no
justice, leading to
lust, steam, and sex. ...
in your denim
jacket while the
faint scent of
cologne lingers near.
With eyes closed,
my skin feels
fingertips
gently tracing
slopes familiar
to your touch.
Brushing against
my lips, lingering
there. Your image
fused in my
one track brain
inspires shouting
from treetops and
writing love letters.
My pathetic
attempts at
flattery appear
gut wrenchingly
predictable.
This pointless flattery
does love no
justice, leading to
lust, steam, and sex. ...
974 reads
2 Comments
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