Submissions by DanielEHastings
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2015 10:07pm
9th Dec 2015 10:07pm
M*** 2
I judge my relationships by the amount of poetry I can construct within them
by the amount of inspiration we exude betwixt our interactions
as long as the ends justify the means
you are means to an art
no. you are means to a start
and I don't think the word muse adequately expresses what you actually do.
I say this not with civility
a bit of gratitude. Maybe.
the kind that grows
gradually as gravity pulls me into something new
the further I get the more I see how much you truly inspired me
Those...
by the amount of inspiration we exude betwixt our interactions
as long as the ends justify the means
you are means to an art
no. you are means to a start
and I don't think the word muse adequately expresses what you actually do.
I say this not with civility
a bit of gratitude. Maybe.
the kind that grows
gradually as gravity pulls me into something new
the further I get the more I see how much you truly inspired me
Those...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 9:52pm
2nd Dec 2015 9:52pm
First things first
That drink and all those drugs
Had me day dreaming, sleeping, telling stories
I could see A and I could see Z
but it was the in between.
That B, C, D, E
The steps from A to Z
I couldn't get the vision for that
So I stayed progressive to enable the addict in me
Thought everyday was a fight to beat frustration
If I really wanted too.... I could repeat all those days verbatim
To struggle isn't destiny
Now, dream. Dream is destiny.
From time to time I find myself halfway across the idea of sain
looking forward to the edge of believing....
Had me day dreaming, sleeping, telling stories
I could see A and I could see Z
but it was the in between.
That B, C, D, E
The steps from A to Z
I couldn't get the vision for that
So I stayed progressive to enable the addict in me
Thought everyday was a fight to beat frustration
If I really wanted too.... I could repeat all those days verbatim
To struggle isn't destiny
Now, dream. Dream is destiny.
From time to time I find myself halfway across the idea of sain
looking forward to the edge of believing....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 6:36am
29th Nov 2015 6:36am
That jumping off point.
I carry the burden of my own demons
These are the lessons that have been learned
Don't invite them
And you needn't worry about feeding them
Do not feed them
And you needn't worry about sheltering them
Do not offer them shelter
And you need not worry about them killing you.
These are the lessons that have been learned
Don't invite them
And you needn't worry about feeding them
Do not feed them
And you needn't worry about sheltering them
Do not offer them shelter
And you need not worry about them killing you.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 9:37pm
21st Nov 2015 9:37pm
M***
I judge my relationships by the amount of poetry I can construct within them
by the amount of inspiration we exude betwixt our interactions
as long as the ends justify the means
you are means to an art
no. you are means to a start
and I don't think the word muse adequately expresses what you actually do.
I say this not with civility
a bit of gratitude. Maybe.
the kind that grows
gradually as gravity pulls me into something new
the further I get the more I see how much you truly inspired me
And I don't think...
by the amount of inspiration we exude betwixt our interactions
as long as the ends justify the means
you are means to an art
no. you are means to a start
and I don't think the word muse adequately expresses what you actually do.
I say this not with civility
a bit of gratitude. Maybe.
the kind that grows
gradually as gravity pulls me into something new
the further I get the more I see how much you truly inspired me
And I don't think...
660 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 00:45am
16th Nov 2015 00:45am
Morning Star
Midnight Sun
Illuminate me
Out of dusk
To bask in the the Morning
Illuminate me
Out of poor thought
Poor mind
Poor heart
Poor Spirit
Shine a stark vision
On a dark path
My purpose
My intent
Turn thy lead to Gold
Make me
Bold
Virtuous
Whole
A tool for Divine eyes
A carpenter
A thinker
Student
Teacher
Lover
Walk with me
Share in every step
That I may never walk alone
Embrace thy thought
For It shall serve you
I am part of the whole
I am with the ones of many
Your servant...
Illuminate me
Out of dusk
To bask in the the Morning
Illuminate me
Out of poor thought
Poor mind
Poor heart
Poor Spirit
Shine a stark vision
On a dark path
My purpose
My intent
Turn thy lead to Gold
Make me
Bold
Virtuous
Whole
A tool for Divine eyes
A carpenter
A thinker
Student
Teacher
Lover
Walk with me
Share in every step
That I may never walk alone
Embrace thy thought
For It shall serve you
I am part of the whole
I am with the ones of many
Your servant...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 00:40am
16th Nov 2015 00:40am
Lines lines everywhere I go are lines
There are no rules in this
We make them up as we go and even then
they are tentative at best
It seems more like boundaries
invisible lines
some we cross and recross
Yet others we must respect and admire
It's not like there are an abundant amount
of chances here. opportunity yes
So then things. Life. Morality.
Become more like a code live by
musts. musen'ts. shoulds. shouldn'ts.
and If we wish to persevere.
to push and ultimately to suffer.
Isn't it better to suffer with purpose...
We make them up as we go and even then
they are tentative at best
It seems more like boundaries
invisible lines
some we cross and recross
Yet others we must respect and admire
It's not like there are an abundant amount
of chances here. opportunity yes
So then things. Life. Morality.
Become more like a code live by
musts. musen'ts. shoulds. shouldn'ts.
and If we wish to persevere.
to push and ultimately to suffer.
Isn't it better to suffer with purpose...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Nov 2015 9:10pm
12th Nov 2015 9:10pm
Walk till you find something
As he walked in
I walked out
Held the door in such a way that said "hey"
Making only partial eye contact as the words also left my lips
He mumbled
something
under his breath as he passed perhaps a placating reply but most likely
it was just unintelligible - tangled introvert verbiage
the kind that makes you question what you just heard or whether or not you're in the right place.
As the hinges of that door swung closed behind me
I put one foot in front of the other
began to walk
seemed as though the Sun had seduced humidity into...
I walked out
Held the door in such a way that said "hey"
Making only partial eye contact as the words also left my lips
He mumbled
something
under his breath as he passed perhaps a placating reply but most likely
it was just unintelligible - tangled introvert verbiage
the kind that makes you question what you just heard or whether or not you're in the right place.
As the hinges of that door swung closed behind me
I put one foot in front of the other
began to walk
seemed as though the Sun had seduced humidity into...
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6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 11:43pm
11th Nov 2015 11:43pm
Them 90s
There are way to many 90s pop culture references in my head and in my dreams - Most are the nostalgic kind -Like 007 being one of the best 64 games of all time - well next to Zeldas' orcarena of time - then there's Killer instinct - seems as though I cant settle-but we can surly agree that Pogs, Pokemon and Tamagotchi changed lives - Mike Tyson changed lives and some of them didn't even hear it coming. I'm pretty resentful that I know every word to the script to Dumb and Dumber. Ya know that John Denver he's full of shit - right - Seen every episode of the Simpsons including the one where...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 6:34pm
11th Nov 2015 6:34pm
A comes first
That woman full of fire
heart and desire
The one that controls the pride
- A lion -
A lioness - one of the mind.
She is the queen of the hunt.
Her prey - whatever she wills it to be Inspiration dripping from every word.
Her dance subtle as not to lose face. Prowling in low grass or high heels
It makes no difference. She has Vision
She has pretty eyes with drive
The kind of drive to drive the fish up the sides and out the bowl.
A seducer - of strength - feeding on power Bathing in want and notoriety
on purpose and with purpose ...
heart and desire
The one that controls the pride
- A lion -
A lioness - one of the mind.
She is the queen of the hunt.
Her prey - whatever she wills it to be Inspiration dripping from every word.
Her dance subtle as not to lose face. Prowling in low grass or high heels
It makes no difference. She has Vision
She has pretty eyes with drive
The kind of drive to drive the fish up the sides and out the bowl.
A seducer - of strength - feeding on power Bathing in want and notoriety
on purpose and with purpose ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 00:15am
11th Nov 2015 00:15am
Always with the but.
I have a few questions.
Why do I have notebooks full of.. well... You
I can't quite figure out what makes this different.
I mean I have pages filled with random situation, scenario,
and persons of interest.
But none of it is as interesting as.. well..
You
Why cant you stop drinking?
I want you to say yeah... I will stop
Because I know it hurts
And in all reality
I don't need it.
You'll never say that
This would be the insanity I suppose
That I persist and you resist.
You say you want this.
You don't want...
Why do I have notebooks full of.. well... You
I can't quite figure out what makes this different.
I mean I have pages filled with random situation, scenario,
and persons of interest.
But none of it is as interesting as.. well..
You
Why cant you stop drinking?
I want you to say yeah... I will stop
Because I know it hurts
And in all reality
I don't need it.
You'll never say that
This would be the insanity I suppose
That I persist and you resist.
You say you want this.
You don't want...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 1:02am
10th Nov 2015 1:02am
Live so well
You walk into enough locker rooms you're gonna see a dick
a moment on the lips forever in the hips
All the condensation sticking to that glass means it's gonna rain
She also said things like
Integrity is a dying virtue
afforded most to the strong
Because only they are able to bare it's burden
Next to your body mind and spirit it is your most reliable tool and shield
He said things like
two possums fightn in a gunny sack
I can tell you any make of car just by the head lights
But he also said things like
The day I stop moving is the...
a moment on the lips forever in the hips
All the condensation sticking to that glass means it's gonna rain
She also said things like
Integrity is a dying virtue
afforded most to the strong
Because only they are able to bare it's burden
Next to your body mind and spirit it is your most reliable tool and shield
He said things like
two possums fightn in a gunny sack
I can tell you any make of car just by the head lights
But he also said things like
The day I stop moving is the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 00:58am
10th Nov 2015 00:58am
Ripples.
Fear tends to stretch the imagination
As does anxiety
I feel for you honey
With you
I want to take away that pain
But I won't
I can not
in good conscious
deprive you of your suffering
your blessing
ending and beginning
A place from which callous and strength will most definitely blossom
Hold tight in those moments
Know that
at some point
Some day
Without a doubt some fleeting second
Because that's how it happens
Always on the blind side
A movement will present itself like a colorful explosion in...
As does anxiety
I feel for you honey
With you
I want to take away that pain
But I won't
I can not
in good conscious
deprive you of your suffering
your blessing
ending and beginning
A place from which callous and strength will most definitely blossom
Hold tight in those moments
Know that
at some point
Some day
Without a doubt some fleeting second
Because that's how it happens
Always on the blind side
A movement will present itself like a colorful explosion in...
640 reads
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