Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
-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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-the runner; twin flames
a gifted runner you may be, but
you can't hide from me anymore than
a clear night can pretend there are no stars in the sky; even if you were sunshine on a cloudy day I'd still feel your warmth through the greyness of burning haze, because anything that
stands between us is just an illusion
created by the egos mask of duality
in an effort to deceive us from the truth which is our oneness
-ed
you can't hide from me anymore than
a clear night can pretend there are no stars in the sky; even if you were sunshine on a cloudy day I'd still feel your warmth through the greyness of burning haze, because anything that
stands between us is just an illusion
created by the egos mask of duality
in an effort to deceive us from the truth which is our oneness
-ed
#spiritual
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-November smile (Leah)
I love the way her eyes chase laden thought into imagery, as she tries to understand which words resonate most in her motherly heart, for another season of death hides cradled in the breadth of her November smile...
-ed
-ed
#mother
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-shooting star
I found myself very comfortable in the warmth arrogance tends to provide, thinking I was this shooting star she was forgetting to wish upon; such a melancholy metaphor appropriately missing the beauty in some debris having one last go through the atmosphere; perhaps for no other reason than to give us a few seconds to believe in something more than ourselves
that’s how I felt last night when she smiled at me with more life than the cries of a thousand newborns on their third breath, as if it kept the same hope we’ve all held on to when we’d see what was once thought to be a...
that’s how I felt last night when she smiled at me with more life than the cries of a thousand newborns on their third breath, as if it kept the same hope we’ve all held on to when we’d see what was once thought to be a...
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-rush hour daydream
we play hide and seek
in a closet half-empty
lights string dangles between;
as our desires sneak-up on us
like unwanted favors
and rush hour daydreams...
-ed
in a closet half-empty
lights string dangles between;
as our desires sneak-up on us
like unwanted favors
and rush hour daydreams...
-ed
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-heart of a thousand Suns
like the Peace Lily
which tends to blossom in the the shade
he still longs to feel the warmth
of rays only shone from the brightest stars
and the vibration of angelic sounds
unlocking secrets to his playful heart
and when she smiles it's as if
you've been kissed by ethereal light
from a thousand new Suns
born unafraid of the dark
unsung, her laugh, like a gentle serenade
carried upon the crest of rogue waves
that just wanted to escape the Moon's pull
long enough...
which tends to blossom in the the shade
he still longs to feel the warmth
of rays only shone from the brightest stars
and the vibration of angelic sounds
unlocking secrets to his playful heart
and when she smiles it's as if
you've been kissed by ethereal light
from a thousand new Suns
born unafraid of the dark
unsung, her laugh, like a gentle serenade
carried upon the crest of rogue waves
that just wanted to escape the Moon's pull
long enough...
684 reads
8 Comments
-sunshine
if the world could only be seen
by the beauty found in smiles
collected to light each day
all it would ever need
is to put but a grin
on your sweet face
-ed
by the beauty found in smiles
collected to light each day
all it would ever need
is to put but a grin
on your sweet face
-ed
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13 Comments
-under the cloud coverage (with Michelle)
could you hear my heart's whisper
like bare feet sneaking through grass
the faint touch of lost fingers
on your back, how they lingered
in the warmth of my embrace
trying to make you feel safe
and fall asleep in my arms...
-ed
like bare feet sneaking through grass
the faint touch of lost fingers
on your back, how they lingered
in the warmth of my embrace
trying to make you feel safe
and fall asleep in my arms...
-ed
699 reads
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-cosmic bohemian
most nights you would never guess
she's afraid of the dark
for her drifting heart only lingers
in a sky full of stars
she knows not where to mingle
when Jupiter shines so bright;
to remember the child in days;
how the mirror was less opaque
and once-upon-a-time stories
made it harder to say goodbye....
-ed
she's afraid of the dark
for her drifting heart only lingers
in a sky full of stars
she knows not where to mingle
when Jupiter shines so bright;
to remember the child in days;
how the mirror was less opaque
and once-upon-a-time stories
made it harder to say goodbye....
-ed
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-bending shadow
darkness indifferent as the shadow bends
around the last ounce of hope
wholehearted intentions enveloped
in the warmth of bitter tears I'd struggled
to keep hidden where they'd never be found
like old skeletons and lost treasure
as if they were imbued with things
I couldn't live with and everything
I didn't want to live without...
around the last ounce of hope
wholehearted intentions enveloped
in the warmth of bitter tears I'd struggled
to keep hidden where they'd never be found
like old skeletons and lost treasure
as if they were imbued with things
I couldn't live with and everything
I didn't want to live without...
670 reads
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-the sociopath and I
gently I was lost before I leapt
impassioned by a view
which would not render
beyond simple fascination
recalling forgotten reasons I'd wept
upon the end of golden smile days
'twas sharp breath stitching up my sides
for a fine hearts intention
may run too far sometimes
thy fall began my death anew
to saunter away I would not stumble
and lay what died to rest with you
beneath the shadow of...
impassioned by a view
which would not render
beyond simple fascination
recalling forgotten reasons I'd wept
upon the end of golden smile days
'twas sharp breath stitching up my sides
for a fine hearts intention
may run too far sometimes
thy fall began my death anew
to saunter away I would not stumble
and lay what died to rest with you
beneath the shadow of...
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-winters embrace (Haiku)
the tree must let go
of dreams growing in the shade
and embrace winter
of dreams growing in the shade
and embrace winter
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