Submissions by Eidolon_Ghost (Mondles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Some things are better explained with words then what's through actions
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 3:57am
4th Apr 2018 3:57am
The Door
Could it be that every opportunity looks the same or to oppose?
Or for every locked door there to the right is a window.
But do we jiggle the knob to see if it opens or break the glass just to know?
However do we decide to proceed with this.
For every time we swing to the direction of success we tend to miss.
How about making our own luck and moves.
Walk every new path with our confident shoes.
Instead of swing for success we throw for victory.
Failure to succeed is victory for knowledge.
Never give up and always make it yours.
Or for every locked door there to the right is a window.
But do we jiggle the knob to see if it opens or break the glass just to know?
However do we decide to proceed with this.
For every time we swing to the direction of success we tend to miss.
How about making our own luck and moves.
Walk every new path with our confident shoes.
Instead of swing for success we throw for victory.
Failure to succeed is victory for knowledge.
Never give up and always make it yours.
#strength
#motivational
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 5:34pm
3rd Feb 2016 5:34pm
Watch
watch me walk and talk as nothing matters.
whatever i write will never tatter.
matter of fact you'll hear my laughter.
for every critique who came to lust after.
speak their words and speak their mind.
but amusement is all i ever find.
maybe theirs some truth behind the ideal.
creativity is something real.
watch me paint a picture.
whatever i write will never tatter.
matter of fact you'll hear my laughter.
for every critique who came to lust after.
speak their words and speak their mind.
but amusement is all i ever find.
maybe theirs some truth behind the ideal.
creativity is something real.
watch me paint a picture.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 5:28pm
3rd Feb 2016 5:28pm
Cursed Hate
we can't help making fires.
those warm hateful pyres.
a hate growing burning brighter in inspire.
i hope you'll understand i'm letting go of your hand.
it was all part of the plan.
my mind is blank and empty running unmanned.
body moving aimless through this basic land.
driven by the hate with every step to the sand.
mind and body oddly rocking due to the mocking.
his heart to happiness is in constant blocking.
remains silent but like a volcano the clocks ticking.
know one will say how they were living.
but he knew the meaning of unforgiving.
those warm hateful pyres.
a hate growing burning brighter in inspire.
i hope you'll understand i'm letting go of your hand.
it was all part of the plan.
my mind is blank and empty running unmanned.
body moving aimless through this basic land.
driven by the hate with every step to the sand.
mind and body oddly rocking due to the mocking.
his heart to happiness is in constant blocking.
remains silent but like a volcano the clocks ticking.
know one will say how they were living.
but he knew the meaning of unforgiving.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2015 3:42pm
1st Sep 2015 3:42pm
Death in Plain Sight
cold as night and walks alone with no fear in mind.
hates all those live, hates the face of mankind.
his talent refined sharp as his scythe.
forgotten and deemed a myth.
speak his name you're drawn to have spit.
instead of recognizing his potential.
ignorant knowledge is indeed consequential.
you'll never know his face because he blends in with his place.
no one will know his warm embrace.
hates all those live, hates the face of mankind.
his talent refined sharp as his scythe.
forgotten and deemed a myth.
speak his name you're drawn to have spit.
instead of recognizing his potential.
ignorant knowledge is indeed consequential.
you'll never know his face because he blends in with his place.
no one will know his warm embrace.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2015 4:23pm
30th Apr 2015 4:23pm
My Jacket
I wear my jacket as if it protects me.
I know it will never reject me.
Something not comfortable as relenting.
It's not power hungry and seeks out to hurt me.
It embraces me even from the blood that has been spilt.
I still feel penetrated by their swords of judgement stab me straight through to the hilt.
I came here for a reason and not to be mistaken for my mistakes that have been built.
I've been torn down by people I loved and betrayed by my heart bound and stitched together like a crazy quilt.
I needed a safe haven to ease my pain.
I don't put myself on...
I know it will never reject me.
Something not comfortable as relenting.
It's not power hungry and seeks out to hurt me.
It embraces me even from the blood that has been spilt.
I still feel penetrated by their swords of judgement stab me straight through to the hilt.
I came here for a reason and not to be mistaken for my mistakes that have been built.
I've been torn down by people I loved and betrayed by my heart bound and stitched together like a crazy quilt.
I needed a safe haven to ease my pain.
I don't put myself on...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 4:52pm
29th Apr 2015 4:52pm
Paradigm
Note: these are lyrics to Omerta By Lamb Of God. This isn't my work i just favored these particular lyrics because of it's meaning.
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without this law is both.
For a wounded man will shall say to his assailant.
šIf I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgivenš
Such is the rule of honor
Broken the paradigm an example must be set.
Invoke the sirens song and sign The Death Warrent.
This what have been wrought for 30 pieces if...
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without this law is both.
For a wounded man will shall say to his assailant.
šIf I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgivenš
Such is the rule of honor
Broken the paradigm an example must be set.
Invoke the sirens song and sign The Death Warrent.
This what have been wrought for 30 pieces if...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 3:51pm
27th Apr 2015 3:51pm
Idk
Hesitation the laceration.
brains backed up like constipation.
still no shits to give even at motivation.
were your ego proud like a decoration.
and it infects the followers like a constellation.
just like it flows through our head the beat beats through the crowd in fluctuations.
everyone changes just like a gene mutation.
group up lets call it a new found nation.
the one who tend to destroy with fascination.
build new lands on top of old foundations re-build them like we re-build ourselves re-fabrication.
progressively accelerate this abomination....
brains backed up like constipation.
still no shits to give even at motivation.
were your ego proud like a decoration.
and it infects the followers like a constellation.
just like it flows through our head the beat beats through the crowd in fluctuations.
everyone changes just like a gene mutation.
group up lets call it a new found nation.
the one who tend to destroy with fascination.
build new lands on top of old foundations re-build them like we re-build ourselves re-fabrication.
progressively accelerate this abomination....
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 5:52pm
13th Apr 2015 5:52pm
Killing In The Name
Wild living style.
let us live along side the hostile.
waiting while speaking volatile.
aiming down the sights licking your lips for your rival.
picturing his time of arrival.
with war at the front and the sun at your back in miles.
labeled by your nations insignia.
this is the dyspnea moment patience is the virtue.
hair trigger is being tickled through.
NOW THE WAIT IS OVER THE BULLET HAS BEEN RELEASED ONTO YOU!!
death is but a few seconds away and its direction remains true.
let us live along side the hostile.
waiting while speaking volatile.
aiming down the sights licking your lips for your rival.
picturing his time of arrival.
with war at the front and the sun at your back in miles.
labeled by your nations insignia.
this is the dyspnea moment patience is the virtue.
hair trigger is being tickled through.
NOW THE WAIT IS OVER THE BULLET HAS BEEN RELEASED ONTO YOU!!
death is but a few seconds away and its direction remains true.
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Apr 2015 4:38pm
7th Apr 2015 4:38pm
Point 0
feeling the best in me.
well I see bullshit high as trees.
and i'm picking that shit up like adoptees.
look in between the lines and read these.
faith and solitude keep me strapped down like shoes.
talk a lot shit to people who got it worse sounds like a personal issue my dude.
start with me and seasons change like my mood.
friend turned punching bag with a knife getting stabbed into.
don't fear the demons but fear the demon i've become in regards to.
feeling empty as the sky at night which is black and blue.
feeling not known as the easy breeze blows...
well I see bullshit high as trees.
and i'm picking that shit up like adoptees.
look in between the lines and read these.
faith and solitude keep me strapped down like shoes.
talk a lot shit to people who got it worse sounds like a personal issue my dude.
start with me and seasons change like my mood.
friend turned punching bag with a knife getting stabbed into.
don't fear the demons but fear the demon i've become in regards to.
feeling empty as the sky at night which is black and blue.
feeling not known as the easy breeze blows...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 7:35pm
6th Apr 2015 7:35pm
The Undead Ghost
corpse lays brief on the concrete sheet.
looks as though your life was incomplete.
as if the reaper rendered your life obsolete.
not all goals had the luxury to be meet.
vultures hover the sky for the rotting meat.
swooping down in a kamikaze style feat.
but they pause in mid air due to a retreat.
the body moves and rises to its feet.
a aura lifts the body and the weight of life brings it to its knees.
the wounds heal, scars mend the bodies seal.
the eyes come alive and show a dim light.
the great undead has taken a new host.
this specter deemed...
looks as though your life was incomplete.
as if the reaper rendered your life obsolete.
not all goals had the luxury to be meet.
vultures hover the sky for the rotting meat.
swooping down in a kamikaze style feat.
but they pause in mid air due to a retreat.
the body moves and rises to its feet.
a aura lifts the body and the weight of life brings it to its knees.
the wounds heal, scars mend the bodies seal.
the eyes come alive and show a dim light.
the great undead has taken a new host.
this specter deemed...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2015 5:30pm
25th Mar 2015 5:30pm
Scream my non-Obtained Dream
lay here with me think as I sync with blinks.
I dream by the day and feel great with inspired feats.
one day I'll achieve the desire I wish to succeed.
for one day it will be a treat for the day I'll take my seat and view myself on the big bright screen.
being anything i want just for the right scene and speak words of joyous means.
play the villain and conquer the world one day or be the hero that intervenes the next.
be the deciphering crusader that solves impossible text.
I know I'm reaching for the stars and this journey will be complex.
But what fun would...
I dream by the day and feel great with inspired feats.
one day I'll achieve the desire I wish to succeed.
for one day it will be a treat for the day I'll take my seat and view myself on the big bright screen.
being anything i want just for the right scene and speak words of joyous means.
play the villain and conquer the world one day or be the hero that intervenes the next.
be the deciphering crusader that solves impossible text.
I know I'm reaching for the stars and this journey will be complex.
But what fun would...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 3:18pm
23rd Mar 2015 3:18pm
quit it now
rocking the heart and shaking the cage leaving me twice as amazed.
surly apart and making the rage hone in the skill that god gave.
but one skill he never loaned was the ability to turn off.
if i ever sang of love then so be the day i fell apart.
i never knew the new way of pain to gain in replace of a good weekend turned sour in this void life was making.
my heart beats to loud and was to big for all the wrongly right people.
my fire doused out by the water from my eyes from sadly sighted deep hole.
heart shriveled like a raisin.
i'm slowly phasin'.
in and...
surly apart and making the rage hone in the skill that god gave.
but one skill he never loaned was the ability to turn off.
if i ever sang of love then so be the day i fell apart.
i never knew the new way of pain to gain in replace of a good weekend turned sour in this void life was making.
my heart beats to loud and was to big for all the wrongly right people.
my fire doused out by the water from my eyes from sadly sighted deep hole.
heart shriveled like a raisin.
i'm slowly phasin'.
in and...
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