Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2016 00:17am
24th Jul 2016 00:17am
-lost and found
I love when the sky is filled
with bits of blue-grey and yeah
it has every shade we've ever needed;
even clouds exploding into the Sun
like it's where rainbows are made
waiting to play another game of lost
and found...
Picture taken this afternoon 7/23/16...
with bits of blue-grey and yeah
it has every shade we've ever needed;
even clouds exploding into the Sun
like it's where rainbows are made
waiting to play another game of lost
and found...
Picture taken this afternoon 7/23/16...
624 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2016 9:33am
22nd Jul 2016 9:33am
-I knew it was you
I asked the Moon how you were tonight
a glance is all I require most times
so it wasn't a typical conversation
whisper's of how you've never found
yourself in this place before resonated
across the cosmos and something about
how I already know all the answers
so I knew it was you...
I asked my friend to take this picture tonight as a reminder 'my phones camera sucks worse trust me'... And even though a nice camera could've taken a much better picture, I'd rather...
a glance is all I require most times
so it wasn't a typical conversation
whisper's of how you've never found
yourself in this place before resonated
across the cosmos and something about
how I already know all the answers
so I knew it was you...
I asked my friend to take this picture tonight as a reminder 'my phones camera sucks worse trust me'... And even though a nice camera could've taken a much better picture, I'd rather...
685 reads
20 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 11:41pm
21st Jul 2016 11:41pm
-purgatory under the sheets
you play with words and the universe
as if you've passed this test before
opening doors for those who would see
granting light where it was once dark...
in me, in the closet, where the unknown
has always roamed the night, when young
eyes try not to listen for a whisper or creak
while frozen in fear for what seems like an
eternal visit to purgatory under the sheets...
as if you've passed this test before
opening doors for those who would see
granting light where it was once dark...
in me, in the closet, where the unknown
has always roamed the night, when young
eyes try not to listen for a whisper or creak
while frozen in fear for what seems like an
eternal visit to purgatory under the sheets...
664 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 8:38pm
21st Jul 2016 8:38pm
-unasked questions
I've always been open for and to
interpretation of anything; vibrations
are our friend and when I look at the
night sky I blend so deep into the abyss
I know it's where I left my all to find
another day when I was lost and crying...
I've rejected vibrations before, or let them
go without too much more thought after
I had warmed from the chill; I can't seem
shake this one, even though I don't know ...
interpretation of anything; vibrations
are our friend and when I look at the
night sky I blend so deep into the abyss
I know it's where I left my all to find
another day when I was lost and crying...
I've rejected vibrations before, or let them
go without too much more thought after
I had warmed from the chill; I can't seem
shake this one, even though I don't know ...
662 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 3:44am
21st Jul 2016 3:44am
-ancient eyes
although i have learned to runoff at
the mouth in my days, I've always been
known to be a man of few words; you're a
woman of fewer words while at the same
time you give me this energy I can't explain
nor have I learned what to do about it yet
except to remember your ancient eyes...
the mouth in my days, I've always been
known to be a man of few words; you're a
woman of fewer words while at the same
time you give me this energy I can't explain
nor have I learned what to do about it yet
except to remember your ancient eyes...
591 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2016 10:36am
20th Jul 2016 10:36am
-flies in the ointment
the flies, they got
no more life to give
they're tired
and sticky...
no more life to give
they're tired
and sticky...
666 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2016 9:34am
20th Jul 2016 9:34am
-prelude to days we drifted
830 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 10:34am
19th Jul 2016 10:34am
-the swim
811 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 00:05am
17th Jul 2016 00:05am
-The Crucible of Hades
rivers of fire and woe caress the
underworld glade; Cerberus awaits
at gates beginning, the master of
deaths restraint, trials and coveted
death knell smiles, like it was the
impetus for his monstrous black-heart
of the hound
eternal drifters of the shade trace time
with dead-finger-lust fantasies, slipping
over blood laced edges of the dark prince's
cowl, a prize woven with a prideful-deranged
laughter and lamentation from more than one ...
underworld glade; Cerberus awaits
at gates beginning, the master of
deaths restraint, trials and coveted
death knell smiles, like it was the
impetus for his monstrous black-heart
of the hound
eternal drifters of the shade trace time
with dead-finger-lust fantasies, slipping
over blood laced edges of the dark prince's
cowl, a prize woven with a prideful-deranged
laughter and lamentation from more than one ...
755 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 11:36pm
16th Jul 2016 11:36pm
-tiny trees
she looks through me like I was a dirty window
I take no offense, because I also cannot see well
outside birds circle above waiting for answers
as the gods decide my fate; I think aloud, hoping
one day they will fly away now, because my corpse
has lost its potential...
I scream into the dark areas of my mind's eye
listening for some echo, since I can't tell when
my emotions have been true at times; I store
them in...
I take no offense, because I also cannot see well
outside birds circle above waiting for answers
as the gods decide my fate; I think aloud, hoping
one day they will fly away now, because my corpse
has lost its potential...
I scream into the dark areas of my mind's eye
listening for some echo, since I can't tell when
my emotions have been true at times; I store
them in...
665 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2016 10:21am
15th Jul 2016 10:21am
-despoiled
I sneak away sometimes, never too far
from yesterday, where the smell of dead
flowers still frolics by rivers edge; I cannot
understand why I crave what's dead and dying
what makes it all seem so alive inside me...
having left once before, the fragrant
freedom I found while withering away
piss-drunk, tattooed and shamed, was for
others to remember, as I have no stake
in this game of the living; the only ...
from yesterday, where the smell of dead
flowers still frolics by rivers edge; I cannot
understand why I crave what's dead and dying
what makes it all seem so alive inside me...
having left once before, the fragrant
freedom I found while withering away
piss-drunk, tattooed and shamed, was for
others to remember, as I have no stake
in this game of the living; the only ...
636 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2016 2:16am
15th Jul 2016 2:16am
-lost in the dark
I knew you ages before the sky was deep blue; when
I wasn't looking for a way to escape winters grasp, before
dismay starts freezing, leaving stark reminders of our meeting
on the long sides of my unwilling face; though, deep down I
know it will all be okay no matter what happens and perhaps
my thoughts will be happy to have the ice...
when I hear your voice my heart dances with every new
moment; I find myself in a place where everything is out of
reach, yet every evening I stow it all...
I wasn't looking for a way to escape winters grasp, before
dismay starts freezing, leaving stark reminders of our meeting
on the long sides of my unwilling face; though, deep down I
know it will all be okay no matter what happens and perhaps
my thoughts will be happy to have the ice...
when I hear your voice my heart dances with every new
moment; I find myself in a place where everything is out of
reach, yet every evening I stow it all...
640 reads
3 Comments
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