Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2015 3:14am
20th Jan 2015 3:14am
Lower the Anchor of the North Star
I feel so small in between my arms. My mind has already accelerated to the North Star.
A deconstructed tune plays off my heart,
and I hum like a gentle violin.
Blending into the Sistine chapel walls
I hear secrets that are not becoming of a painter.
Oh, well, if walls could talk...
and all of those hypothetics.
I won't speak. I'll just try to look beautiful.
Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
Just stare into my eyes of innocent beauty.
It is at moments as these that I want to realize...
A deconstructed tune plays off my heart,
and I hum like a gentle violin.
Blending into the Sistine chapel walls
I hear secrets that are not becoming of a painter.
Oh, well, if walls could talk...
and all of those hypothetics.
I won't speak. I'll just try to look beautiful.
Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
Just stare into my eyes of innocent beauty.
It is at moments as these that I want to realize...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2015 9:23pm
18th Jan 2015 9:23pm
Engaged Evergreens of the Wood
Summer is a thing that is young and immortal.
Summer is a euphemism for life.
My skin burns, but to know that it was free to burn
is why summer is so lovely.
A heart was locked in a box in social ineptness
and couldn't feel the existence of other hearts.
Lo and behold, the box was opened and the heart freed.
A fellow heart met it, and the latter was frightened into retreat.
The cool of the box chilled the heart with embrace.
The heart fell in love with the box.
We hearts were born to love each other
but away from each other
we can only...
Summer is a euphemism for life.
My skin burns, but to know that it was free to burn
is why summer is so lovely.
A heart was locked in a box in social ineptness
and couldn't feel the existence of other hearts.
Lo and behold, the box was opened and the heart freed.
A fellow heart met it, and the latter was frightened into retreat.
The cool of the box chilled the heart with embrace.
The heart fell in love with the box.
We hearts were born to love each other
but away from each other
we can only...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 11:01pm
15th Jan 2015 11:01pm
A Tear's Final Bravado
The sky floats to the space beyond me
thrust by the pillar of clouds.
The others play with the clouds coming to meet the sun we all love
while I fall reaching a hand for what I never could have known.
They can fly!
Those celestial hybrids that are so much more representative of human evolution.
I fall like a teardrop that was torn from the dreamy horizon
upon the horizon's discovery that sometimes dreams don't come true
and that she, the horizon, would never be touched or held
or know...
thrust by the pillar of clouds.
The others play with the clouds coming to meet the sun we all love
while I fall reaching a hand for what I never could have known.
They can fly!
Those celestial hybrids that are so much more representative of human evolution.
I fall like a teardrop that was torn from the dreamy horizon
upon the horizon's discovery that sometimes dreams don't come true
and that she, the horizon, would never be touched or held
or know...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 8:05am
6th Jan 2015 8:05am
The Goddess that Lives On and On
Hand through lightly pigmented curls,
what tropical fragrance do you bring me?
The cherry pop that passed through her mouth with red suspires through the clean tentacles of her conditioned locks that beg to
experience the world
and to be experienced by a lingering stroke.
The smell of red.
I ease onto your shoulder. Then my head collapses into your lap, and your face becomes my sky.
One moment of humility in the presence of the one
who truly loves me knocked me down to be praying to your heavens
(because I have always figured ...
what tropical fragrance do you bring me?
The cherry pop that passed through her mouth with red suspires through the clean tentacles of her conditioned locks that beg to
experience the world
and to be experienced by a lingering stroke.
The smell of red.
I ease onto your shoulder. Then my head collapses into your lap, and your face becomes my sky.
One moment of humility in the presence of the one
who truly loves me knocked me down to be praying to your heavens
(because I have always figured ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 10:03pm
29th Dec 2014 10:03pm
To Acquire and Maintain a Belief
To acquire and maintain a belief one does not need definitive evidence for it, but sufficient or overly sufficient altruistic and self-uplifting applications, benefits for oneself and others, and logical reasonings (borrowing from empiricism and metaphysics or empirical theory) surrounding it to establish its shape and to later keep it firm. What is within the shape is filled with one's experience of the belief. Therefore, the belief claims intrinsic existence and noumenon, something further within a belief that is beyond instrumental and cannot be truly experienced by those that hold the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2014 2:11am
21st Dec 2014 2:11am
Fallen Teardrops of A Desire
Here I speak of what I do not know,
and I only want what I can't understand.
I haven't seen the flowers lately.
My eyes don't bloom as they used to.
The cones and rods in the iris have
all but degenerated.
I'm not able to see it anymore:
the road that leads to the forest,
the escape by which all can get away
when they find themselves in love.
I want snow and a fire that burns inside, not out,
so it can be inferred that I do not want a summer flame
with everyone gathered as...
and I only want what I can't understand.
I haven't seen the flowers lately.
My eyes don't bloom as they used to.
The cones and rods in the iris have
all but degenerated.
I'm not able to see it anymore:
the road that leads to the forest,
the escape by which all can get away
when they find themselves in love.
I want snow and a fire that burns inside, not out,
so it can be inferred that I do not want a summer flame
with everyone gathered as...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 5:05am
18th Dec 2014 5:05am
A Nymphomaniacal Death of Me
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2014 2:58am
9th Dec 2014 2:58am
No, It Was Always Me
In the middle of nowhere
where there is no existence...
The dark wall rushes in.
Breathe. Breathe. *Gasp*
Slowly dying.
I just love it when a girl enters my soul
and takes away all the peace that I thought was mine.
No matter.
Give way to my blood.
And you'll never see how I felt. I'll never tell you.
Haha.
That is my win.
Because I'll carry pain into the suffocating black acid rain,
and when my soul sets free toward the sky,
someone will see this letter and know that I tried.
I loved...
where there is no existence...
The dark wall rushes in.
Breathe. Breathe. *Gasp*
Slowly dying.
I just love it when a girl enters my soul
and takes away all the peace that I thought was mine.
No matter.
Give way to my blood.
And you'll never see how I felt. I'll never tell you.
Haha.
That is my win.
Because I'll carry pain into the suffocating black acid rain,
and when my soul sets free toward the sky,
someone will see this letter and know that I tried.
I loved...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2014 3:39am
8th Dec 2014 3:39am
Crying Alone in a Dark Room
Girls -> Pain
Sex -> Emptiness
Masturbation -> Disgusting
Girls -> Desire
Desire -> Loss
INCOMPITENT
Sex -> Disgusting
Sex -> Disgusting
Girls -> Disgusting
Desire -> Disgusting
Masturbation -> Emptiness
Masturbation -> Disgusting
Me -> Incompetent
Girls -> Good
Sex -> Good
Desire -> Good
Me -> Incompetent
Me -> Masturbation
Me -> Loss
Me ->Disgusting
Me -> Emptiness
Me -> Pain
Me ->...
Sex -> Emptiness
Masturbation -> Disgusting
Girls -> Desire
Desire -> Loss
INCOMPITENT
Sex -> Disgusting
Sex -> Disgusting
Girls -> Disgusting
Desire -> Disgusting
Masturbation -> Emptiness
Masturbation -> Disgusting
Me -> Incompetent
Girls -> Good
Sex -> Good
Desire -> Good
Me -> Incompetent
Me -> Masturbation
Me -> Loss
Me ->Disgusting
Me -> Emptiness
Me -> Pain
Me ->...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2014 7:03pm
6th Dec 2014 7:03pm
Love, Firendship, Psychology, and Politics
Romance is distracting.
"Do you want to watch a movie with me?"
Friendship is distracting.
"We are here for you."
I want to be there, but you are "here" for me?
Let me go. I want to help the oppressed.
"You have symptoms of moderate depression."
But I am not depressed at all. I won't stay within myself.
"Your younger brother's birthday is today."
But he resides in another estate, and I am very busy. ...
"Do you want to watch a movie with me?"
Friendship is distracting.
"We are here for you."
I want to be there, but you are "here" for me?
Let me go. I want to help the oppressed.
"You have symptoms of moderate depression."
But I am not depressed at all. I won't stay within myself.
"Your younger brother's birthday is today."
But he resides in another estate, and I am very busy. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2014 9:01am
3rd Dec 2014 9:01am
MY IIIIIIIINSOMNIA
You chose me, night earth, to die slowly in your carriage.
You gave birth to me, an insomniac, and gave me many burdens.
Though your sky incites the darkness within me to eclipse the light of arousal,
so that I am sleepy,
your order favors creatures of the night.
We are the creatures of the night who face the troubles of the earth
and live longer days to live less years.
It's the law of equivalent exchange,
but never in my wildest dreams would I trade a span of years of life for the measly half existence that is living through longer...
You gave birth to me, an insomniac, and gave me many burdens.
Though your sky incites the darkness within me to eclipse the light of arousal,
so that I am sleepy,
your order favors creatures of the night.
We are the creatures of the night who face the troubles of the earth
and live longer days to live less years.
It's the law of equivalent exchange,
but never in my wildest dreams would I trade a span of years of life for the measly half existence that is living through longer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 12:08pm
1st Dec 2014 12:08pm
To You the Best of Fortunes
There is a you inside of me
that cares for you very much.
All the memories-- all the dreams and fears
create a character inside
that keeps me awake while you are sleep
to watch the night for you and wonder how you might have a pleasant tomorrow.
This inner you within me converses with the you that is you and not me,
and when the autumn breeze bears heavily on your heart,
and the light is dim and the darkness imploding around your gentle mind,
the you inside of me awakens within my soul and cries out to you
to love yourself as the you within me...
that cares for you very much.
All the memories-- all the dreams and fears
create a character inside
that keeps me awake while you are sleep
to watch the night for you and wonder how you might have a pleasant tomorrow.
This inner you within me converses with the you that is you and not me,
and when the autumn breeze bears heavily on your heart,
and the light is dim and the darkness imploding around your gentle mind,
the you inside of me awakens within my soul and cries out to you
to love yourself as the you within me...
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