Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
Forlorn Escape
A shy demeanor exposes every weakness
seemingly locked in an intangible prison
your heart toiled,unable to cope with the acute feelings
pushing them down again and again
Writhing inside from the silent slaughter
anxiety,depression,confusion,betrayal
eviscerate the last of lifes will
Gradually,you gaze at death with a permanent smile
as it calls from the depths,like songs of the Siren
Chanting,Luring,Seducing
Waiting for that moment
when the pain negates...
seemingly locked in an intangible prison
your heart toiled,unable to cope with the acute feelings
pushing them down again and again
Writhing inside from the silent slaughter
anxiety,depression,confusion,betrayal
eviscerate the last of lifes will
Gradually,you gaze at death with a permanent smile
as it calls from the depths,like songs of the Siren
Chanting,Luring,Seducing
Waiting for that moment
when the pain negates...
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With You
When we sit and talk
I await your coy glance
it takes me somewhere,I've never been
the space where air,and fire dance
illuminating all the gloom
kept deep within
the rarest of beauties from inside to out
extraordinary,to say the least
I admire your individuality
above all else
and your caring nature
can give ones...
I await your coy glance
it takes me somewhere,I've never been
the space where air,and fire dance
illuminating all the gloom
kept deep within
the rarest of beauties from inside to out
extraordinary,to say the least
I admire your individuality
above all else
and your caring nature
can give ones...
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She is...
She holds truth beneath color
though her view is sometimes grey
Seeing what escapes others
feeds the struggle to remain
Intrigued by her style
it captures my eye
Her wit extracts laughter
a gift rare to find
Vision,imbued with creativity
Intellect,able to fill endless sky
Still I'm saddened by her self...
though her view is sometimes grey
Seeing what escapes others
feeds the struggle to remain
Intrigued by her style
it captures my eye
Her wit extracts laughter
a gift rare to find
Vision,imbued with creativity
Intellect,able to fill endless sky
Still I'm saddened by her self...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)