Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
-shadow dancer
no one has ever cared to notice
all the times that she's died
so she stares at her reflection
like there's nothing to see
she feels like a ghost
with no place to hide
transparent and alone
like a colorless rainbow
searching for meaning
if she only knew
how her smile
is like the break of dawn;
how her soul lights the way
to places I'd never believed existed
brave shadow dancer
don't be afraid
for I know your heart better
than those whispers in the shade
-ed
all the times that she's died
so she stares at her reflection
like there's nothing to see
she feels like a ghost
with no place to hide
transparent and alone
like a colorless rainbow
searching for meaning
if she only knew
how her smile
is like the break of dawn;
how her soul lights the way
to places I'd never believed existed
brave shadow dancer
don't be afraid
for I know your heart better
than those whispers in the shade
-ed
719 reads
15 Comments
-driftwood
your heart is an island
so I dream of the sand
-ed
so I dream of the sand
-ed
897 reads
14 Comments
-I miss you
when I think of you
it's as if my thoughts
are trying to pull the tides
away from the Moon
because sometimes
it's not easy
to go with the flow
I often find myself
wondering what it would mean
to steal a piece your heart
but the truth is
I already know the answer
and I just miss you...
-ed
it's as if my thoughts
are trying to pull the tides
away from the Moon
because sometimes
it's not easy
to go with the flow
I often find myself
wondering what it would mean
to steal a piece your heart
but the truth is
I already know the answer
and I just miss you...
-ed
773 reads
14 Comments
1421 reads
24 Comments
-playing in the dark
I could have sworn winter was in season
yet there hasn't been many snow days
and no place for colorless smiles
to press against the pane of a cold window
so warm breath can help pretend
there was a sign of life...
as she had done, for too long
unlike the new year
an empath's heartache has no bounds
even though it would seem pointless
like letters left unwritten ...
yet there hasn't been many snow days
and no place for colorless smiles
to press against the pane of a cold window
so warm breath can help pretend
there was a sign of life...
as she had done, for too long
unlike the new year
an empath's heartache has no bounds
even though it would seem pointless
like letters left unwritten ...
700 reads
6 Comments
-complicated
I die once in awhile
but mostly, I procrastinate
when I'm not impatient...
it doesn't matter
they all lead to the same destination
sort of like a heart-felt story
that's really nothing more
than a complicated lie...
but mostly, I procrastinate
when I'm not impatient...
it doesn't matter
they all lead to the same destination
sort of like a heart-felt story
that's really nothing more
than a complicated lie...
789 reads
6 Comments
-stranger then myself
words bereft of meaning form incomplete sentences
while I ponder where I learned to lie to myself
and if my heart were universal, that is to say
if it were both a beginning and end of something
more than my eyes see, what other parts of me
hide memories beyond my own cognitive experiences
I'm told I should look inward for the answers
but who would take advice from a stranger anyway...
"the word then in the title is not a grammatical...
while I ponder where I learned to lie to myself
and if my heart were universal, that is to say
if it were both a beginning and end of something
more than my eyes see, what other parts of me
hide memories beyond my own cognitive experiences
I'm told I should look inward for the answers
but who would take advice from a stranger anyway...
"the word then in the title is not a grammatical...
871 reads
20 Comments
-nothing is personal
unless it's personal...
686 reads
11 Comments
-wonder lost
it's more than too long since the pain
stopped pummeling my thoughts into remission
I can still recall how many times you've died inside me
the silence, the crazy, those undertones of how you
perceive your lies as white, accompanied by every
smile that almost broke your face...
who ever really knew what love was good for anyway
and how many times can one wish there wasn't
a single reason to go home, to sit alone in your head
wondering why it's so hard to know when to get...
stopped pummeling my thoughts into remission
I can still recall how many times you've died inside me
the silence, the crazy, those undertones of how you
perceive your lies as white, accompanied by every
smile that almost broke your face...
who ever really knew what love was good for anyway
and how many times can one wish there wasn't
a single reason to go home, to sit alone in your head
wondering why it's so hard to know when to get...
804 reads
12 Comments
-my soul is old
my heart is young...
592 reads
9 Comments
-figment of hope ~ in collaboration with _shadoe_(yekaterina)
Tell me again
how darkness isn't your lover
when you've worn it like beloved chains
of lost finger parades around your nape
as you bend to the will of knotted days
we knew each other too well
to remember what had died...
a carpet red and gold leaf
do you weep alone
to suppress what's bleeding
from wounds impossible to forget
to transcend darkness without end
to recall the bitter taste of tears
come to rest on stolen breath...
frayed flokati filaments whisper
that god is somewhere within me.
i press my...
how darkness isn't your lover
when you've worn it like beloved chains
of lost finger parades around your nape
as you bend to the will of knotted days
we knew each other too well
to remember what had died...
a carpet red and gold leaf
do you weep alone
to suppress what's bleeding
from wounds impossible to forget
to transcend darkness without end
to recall the bitter taste of tears
come to rest on stolen breath...
frayed flokati filaments whisper
that god is somewhere within me.
i press my...
618 reads
6 Comments
-the healer
in her heart she finds truth so tangible
it weighs heavily on her soul, under constant
pressure, like she's always been in too deep
for anyone to realize, she didn't want to drown...
the voices are many and the cries are all the same
it's amazing how difficult it can be to find your place
when you're the center of everything you've never
asked for, but choose to love anyway...
you're a healer, a being of light
there are no dark sides
only spots where your...
it weighs heavily on her soul, under constant
pressure, like she's always been in too deep
for anyone to realize, she didn't want to drown...
the voices are many and the cries are all the same
it's amazing how difficult it can be to find your place
when you're the center of everything you've never
asked for, but choose to love anyway...
you're a healer, a being of light
there are no dark sides
only spots where your...
886 reads
18 Comments
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