Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
-I was asleep
I still enjoy remembering you, even when I’m not alone, the ebon hue of your lost face ripening as your smile drifts like a collection of rare butterflies across your cheeks; it’s almost as if I were returning home, if only for a moment, since I know I won’t stay long enough to realize you were nothing more
than a dream, and I was asleep…
-ed
than a dream, and I was asleep…
-ed
#love
#dreams
#memories
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-what if
what a gift it is to forget
about us; about the emptiness
between myself, and what could’ve been
at first, the end seemed to serve little more
than an unwanted tribute to the denizens
of what if…
but I needed you to be reborn
with a new belief in myself;
I no longer regret what was lost
in a broken imagine of my deepest love
or this hard-fought lesson I was taught
once again…
-ed
about us; about the emptiness
between myself, and what could’ve been
at first, the end seemed to serve little more
than an unwanted tribute to the denizens
of what if…
but I needed you to be reborn
with a new belief in myself;
I no longer regret what was lost
in a broken imagine of my deepest love
or this hard-fought lesson I was taught
once again…
-ed
#love
#learning
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-the queen (Shamieka)
I miss the way you used to stare at me
as if I were a king who’d found his queen;
the thief of every breath you never meant
to hold on to-longer than a blink, but what is love
if not a stranger who stole a treasure
you keep locked away without a key...
from your buxom lips I fall the more
a storm petrel adrift unto a black sea
without fear of a crimson sky morning
where I found your heart left unsung
by a world blind to your beautiful reverie...
-ed
as if I were a king who’d found his queen;
the thief of every breath you never meant
to hold on to-longer than a blink, but what is love
if not a stranger who stole a treasure
you keep locked away without a key...
from your buxom lips I fall the more
a storm petrel adrift unto a black sea
without fear of a crimson sky morning
where I found your heart left unsung
by a world blind to your beautiful reverie...
-ed
#love
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-wilderness
the way we love
a quiet place
a cabin in the woods
little monsters
wounds bitter-sweet
bound in days we made love
in days we wept for us;
even when I feel lost
all I want to do
is keep wandering
through your wilderness
-ed
a quiet place
a cabin in the woods
little monsters
wounds bitter-sweet
bound in days we made love
in days we wept for us;
even when I feel lost
all I want to do
is keep wandering
through your wilderness
-ed
#love
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-listen
I hear a second voice
two of her...
they try to influence you
their shadow tongues hide behind
smiles you’ve never questioned
except sometimes when your heart stops
and you don’t want to ask why...
-Ed
two of her...
they try to influence you
their shadow tongues hide behind
smiles you’ve never questioned
except sometimes when your heart stops
and you don’t want to ask why...
-Ed
#philosophical
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-rainbows never end
they just appear lost...
#love
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-winters breath
the lies we breathe shall come to pass
as the fervor fades, like a crimson sunset
on the last breath of long awaited day;
to the wonder of a brave heart that would
always believe in a river of love on a forgotten path; who would lean into the wind not bend
with trees that bled of winters past...
-ed
as the fervor fades, like a crimson sunset
on the last breath of long awaited day;
to the wonder of a brave heart that would
always believe in a river of love on a forgotten path; who would lean into the wind not bend
with trees that bled of winters past...
-ed
#love
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-loosen the knot (Shamieka)
loosen the knot
let it fold, let it bend
like a finger on the mend
pulling a trigger
on the almost dead
inside this twist of fate
the knot untethered
belongs to the nether
for it takes two to believe
in a bird void of feather
but I will always love her...
-ed
let it fold, let it bend
like a finger on the mend
pulling a trigger
on the almost dead
inside this twist of fate
the knot untethered
belongs to the nether
for it takes two to believe
in a bird void of feather
but I will always love her...
-ed
#love
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-the last rainbow (Shamieka)
she tastes like the last rainbow
to smile upon what’s left of me
as if the breadth of her being
alluded to flavors of fabled treasure
I’ve always dreamed I’d never find...
-ed
to smile upon what’s left of me
as if the breadth of her being
alluded to flavors of fabled treasure
I’ve always dreamed I’d never find...
-ed
#love
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-a little bit broken (Shamieka)
she makes me believe
that if it were possible
for something to be perfect
it-would have to be at least
a little bit broken
-Ed
that if it were possible
for something to be perfect
it-would have to be at least
a little bit broken
-Ed
#love
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-one day in December
her tall thoughts erase in moon-lit bareness
as lost as a young heart freshly broken
a new tide turns where there was to be no shore
undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo
a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered
of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December
as lost as a young heart freshly broken
a new tide turns where there was to be no shore
undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo
a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered
of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December
#death
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-a place called home
for I should not weep in despair, upon the path she would not walk; nor drown in familiar reverie always swept away by floods of selfishness come to pass, but instead just be there unconditionally
and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost
like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home
-ed
and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost
like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home
-ed
#love
#heartbroken
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