Submissions by DSMITH
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Untold
I was proud.
I watched the smoke fall from your mouth.
I felt brave.
I held the courage of a saint.
I laid down with you;
The whole world stops and melts away.
In this daze
I drew the marks upon your face.
To fade away.
An endless doubt.
The tower of Babel burnt out.
A language lost.
Forsaken tongues your God can wash.
Your God can watch.
I watched the smoke fall from your mouth.
I felt brave.
I held the courage of a saint.
I laid down with you;
The whole world stops and melts away.
In this daze
I drew the marks upon your face.
To fade away.
An endless doubt.
The tower of Babel burnt out.
A language lost.
Forsaken tongues your God can wash.
Your God can watch.
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South
I found my gold.
Buried so low.
South untold;
I hid my treasure.
We wont last
without a sacred path.
A holy map.
A lift to heaven.
Buried so low.
South untold;
I hid my treasure.
We wont last
without a sacred path.
A holy map.
A lift to heaven.
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Thelema
Now I know where you go;
By the fire the river flows
to an empty place with an open door.
I fear the tide, the deathly glow.
We bide our time with talk of hope;
This pace of time left us exposed
to your crooked cross which stained the floor
of a tragic land we cant explore.
For when its time we all shall know;
This haunted light which shines for us
will illuminate my splintered soul.
A pyramid of fear unfolds.
Born within a watchers grove;
I stir inside this witches cover
where the owl flies, spits and crows.
Three eyes of fear....
By the fire the river flows
to an empty place with an open door.
I fear the tide, the deathly glow.
We bide our time with talk of hope;
This pace of time left us exposed
to your crooked cross which stained the floor
of a tragic land we cant explore.
For when its time we all shall know;
This haunted light which shines for us
will illuminate my splintered soul.
A pyramid of fear unfolds.
Born within a watchers grove;
I stir inside this witches cover
where the owl flies, spits and crows.
Three eyes of fear....
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Portugal
I've been living life as a thief these days,
lying low and feeding from my past mistakes.
I built a shrine in a prayer box case
to lead our fears away.
I had this dream where i carried your ghost
to a grave that can never be named.
On this suburb to where I decay
is a home i shall never betray.
Good luck.
I was down, I was consumed by fear,
left waiting for the haze to descend.
Until your touch, exhumed my regrets
to regress to a feeling of contempt.
From this power, led responsibilities
but I haven't the prowess to keep up....
lying low and feeding from my past mistakes.
I built a shrine in a prayer box case
to lead our fears away.
I had this dream where i carried your ghost
to a grave that can never be named.
On this suburb to where I decay
is a home i shall never betray.
Good luck.
I was down, I was consumed by fear,
left waiting for the haze to descend.
Until your touch, exhumed my regrets
to regress to a feeling of contempt.
From this power, led responsibilities
but I haven't the prowess to keep up....
633 reads
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