Submissions by Edwardevere (Angel Feliciano)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just me Campaigning for honesty and truth
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2014 2:33am
30th Sep 2014 2:33am
Naydia
I dont know if i should call or txt you.
But i know i want to.
Either way, i dont know if it would still feel the same.
But i know i want it to.
I dont know if i should tell you everything.
But i know i do want to.
All the madness,i dont know if you would understand it.
But i know i think you do.
I dont know if ill find the answers.
But i know you make me want to.
I dont know what it is to feel good anymore.
But i know i did because of you.
But i know i want to.
Either way, i dont know if it would still feel the same.
But i know i want it to.
I dont know if i should tell you everything.
But i know i do want to.
All the madness,i dont know if you would understand it.
But i know i think you do.
I dont know if ill find the answers.
But i know you make me want to.
I dont know what it is to feel good anymore.
But i know i did because of you.
744 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 8:53am
26th Aug 2014 8:53am
Inshort
Is it you or is it me..?
Or the displacement in between,that keeps us from one another?
These eight walls miles apart,yet....
Like cubicles confined in cages we confine ourselves and hearts as if it mattered if were right next to each other.
Subtraction the safest tether.
Two doves.
One feather.
Or the displacement in between,that keeps us from one another?
These eight walls miles apart,yet....
Like cubicles confined in cages we confine ourselves and hearts as if it mattered if were right next to each other.
Subtraction the safest tether.
Two doves.
One feather.
636 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 12:44pm
24th Jul 2014 12:44pm
I would save you
All the anger and rage converge into one.
In a single mind,to absorb all that the dark wants.
Becoming my burden no longer her haunts.
Inscribe your secrets upon my skin.
Bury them within my sins,return to innocence
In my veins her venom..
No more poisoned and villainess thoughts.
Unwind and bind them to the pulse in my heart.
So she can be free,wings spread apart,into the winds of still calmness
Unshackled,unscathed,her soul-unbound uncaged unharmed
...
In a single mind,to absorb all that the dark wants.
Becoming my burden no longer her haunts.
Inscribe your secrets upon my skin.
Bury them within my sins,return to innocence
In my veins her venom..
No more poisoned and villainess thoughts.
Unwind and bind them to the pulse in my heart.
So she can be free,wings spread apart,into the winds of still calmness
Unshackled,unscathed,her soul-unbound uncaged unharmed
...
732 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th May 2014 2:19am
4th May 2014 2:19am
Heaven is real
I saw the star move,proof of your existence;father who presides in heaven,as i asked who am i?
It crossed my path towards the north then flickered and was gone:a fallen Angel hence was the reply..
My namesake
Shall i grace you with my wings cleansed,humbled-renewed faith once again?
Or shall i remain humbled yet still lead astray lost with just my temptations end?
From the womb we all have chosen,in an instance its dark or light,yet you keep our souls forever within your sights wrong or right,love is your gift-as the sun provides life and the waters which makes it...
It crossed my path towards the north then flickered and was gone:a fallen Angel hence was the reply..
My namesake
Shall i grace you with my wings cleansed,humbled-renewed faith once again?
Or shall i remain humbled yet still lead astray lost with just my temptations end?
From the womb we all have chosen,in an instance its dark or light,yet you keep our souls forever within your sights wrong or right,love is your gift-as the sun provides life and the waters which makes it...
703 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 11:01am
3rd May 2014 11:01am
Redawn
When did da stars and da earth meet?
This timeless dance,
Where da separation of the sunset sets-da ambience most hearts cant forget?
Or the calm stillness whose secrets holds regret?
When dawn plays a fiddle to da strings of somber marionettes.
A melody dat echoes across hidden scars already etched and bares X.
Yet,restless souls acquire rest?
Still needing to linger amongst the ashes of a love you can just barely caress,for a heart with no love surely equals death.
This timeless dance,
Where da separation of the sunset sets-da ambience most hearts cant forget?
Or the calm stillness whose secrets holds regret?
When dawn plays a fiddle to da strings of somber marionettes.
A melody dat echoes across hidden scars already etched and bares X.
Yet,restless souls acquire rest?
Still needing to linger amongst the ashes of a love you can just barely caress,for a heart with no love surely equals death.
633 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 6:43am
15th Jan 2014 6:43am
Lumber of love
If...
My love could be planted.
A seed.
In the cradle of your bosom my labor would conceive and bare fruit.
A sapling would sprout.
Then you'll be my roots.
Rings.
Would tell of my age,my shade slowly advances.
Becoming a tree.
Supporting your branches.
My tears would be visible,reflecting like amber.
Your leaves would surround me with comfort,not anger.
My heart would be displayed.
Carved out,with initials inside.
I'll sway to the sound of your voice as the wind whistles by.
In silence we'll fall.
Together we'll lie.
My love could be planted.
A seed.
In the cradle of your bosom my labor would conceive and bare fruit.
A sapling would sprout.
Then you'll be my roots.
Rings.
Would tell of my age,my shade slowly advances.
Becoming a tree.
Supporting your branches.
My tears would be visible,reflecting like amber.
Your leaves would surround me with comfort,not anger.
My heart would be displayed.
Carved out,with initials inside.
I'll sway to the sound of your voice as the wind whistles by.
In silence we'll fall.
Together we'll lie.
765 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 3:05am
13th Jan 2014 3:05am
SdrawkcaB
Keep in mind:
"The physicality of my touch is a illusion,an intrusion of the reality of my thoughts and it's maddening confusion.For this reason my heart cannot seem to escape the weariness of its disillusion."
- Note to self..inspired by a great movie.
A world in reverse,360 conversed.
It's a travesty!
When a lie,is praised for its worth.
Worst,the truth seems to be disguised as a curse.
Pause....
And think about the first,second,third and fourth verse.
So,why do I feel alive when it hurts?
When we're...
"The physicality of my touch is a illusion,an intrusion of the reality of my thoughts and it's maddening confusion.For this reason my heart cannot seem to escape the weariness of its disillusion."
- Note to self..inspired by a great movie.
A world in reverse,360 conversed.
It's a travesty!
When a lie,is praised for its worth.
Worst,the truth seems to be disguised as a curse.
Pause....
And think about the first,second,third and fourth verse.
So,why do I feel alive when it hurts?
When we're...
783 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 2:43am
12th Jan 2014 2:43am
Limbo
Limbo...
Is a desolate place.
O...
If a single dark colored rose would spawn to share this empty space.
Even the slightest prick of its thorn would augment a shallow embrace.
Is a desolate place.
O...
If a single dark colored rose would spawn to share this empty space.
Even the slightest prick of its thorn would augment a shallow embrace.
778 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2014 4:52am
11th Jan 2014 4:52am
Lost
I use to always smoke weed constantly.
Off one of Himrod st deserted blocks look in the cellar.
Basement apartment off the wages I earn accordingly.
For this ex-incarcerated fella.
Life's a treasure but this life can't bare the weather.
Nor the struggle that keeps me fed up.
The pressures no better than a beretta's point blank hollow tip-
Piecing my fucking sweater.
I'm tired of living stressed out suicidal driving.
It's now or never though the sin be unforgiving.
Attempted the murder however,tragedy struck;I lost face...
Then...
Off one of Himrod st deserted blocks look in the cellar.
Basement apartment off the wages I earn accordingly.
For this ex-incarcerated fella.
Life's a treasure but this life can't bare the weather.
Nor the struggle that keeps me fed up.
The pressures no better than a beretta's point blank hollow tip-
Piecing my fucking sweater.
I'm tired of living stressed out suicidal driving.
It's now or never though the sin be unforgiving.
Attempted the murder however,tragedy struck;I lost face...
Then...
788 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 00:32am
10th Jan 2014 00:32am
Untitled
I found her in darkness
Surrounded
Light evades
Her eyes a portal ruled by shades of grey
My entrance alludes to memories of yesterday
She spoke: 'I'm cold when touched,my whispers won't offer much.stay if you please,I won't notice you leave.my heart is a grave full of misery and spades'
Her words a hidden treasure in a master piece lit ablaze
In the shadows I walk amongst the ruins of this crepuscule maze
Confounding as time capturing moments destined to fade.
Surrounded
Light evades
Her eyes a portal ruled by shades of grey
My entrance alludes to memories of yesterday
She spoke: 'I'm cold when touched,my whispers won't offer much.stay if you please,I won't notice you leave.my heart is a grave full of misery and spades'
Her words a hidden treasure in a master piece lit ablaze
In the shadows I walk amongst the ruins of this crepuscule maze
Confounding as time capturing moments destined to fade.
754 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 7:38pm
9th Jan 2014 7:38pm
Pieces to cancer
I am a fish.
Who chooses my dwellings depth.
Darkness;a for-longing shelter.
I found solace in the shell hidden inside your breast.
Where obscurity ceases,and finds rest within a dryads silhouette.
Envious of landscapes my lungs cannot trespass.
I yearn for a shadow to cast its net.
Renewed breath.
Who chooses my dwellings depth.
Darkness;a for-longing shelter.
I found solace in the shell hidden inside your breast.
Where obscurity ceases,and finds rest within a dryads silhouette.
Envious of landscapes my lungs cannot trespass.
I yearn for a shadow to cast its net.
Renewed breath.
735 reads
4 Comments
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