Submissions by EliCid (Emilio)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I let out what is upon the other side! Beyond the surface of reflection is a deep sea you cannot see. I just let out my imagination, cruise it out dreamy, that's my nature ;)
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2014 9:35am
9th Dec 2014 9:35am
Wonders of Astrology
Mechanics of the stars and who we are.
The Aquarian age is here,
and our hearts stay where they first appeared.
Constellations upon the equinox have changed,
yet we are the same.
So I wonder, where do these energies come from,
if not the distant stars?
Knowledge this far I say the Sun,
that reflects it's life upon all.
Like the heart that circulates blood
to all which functions within our body.
The metaphors that have been addressed
to the Earth's calendar still baffle me..
The ancient methods I seek alone,
for everyone else around...
The Aquarian age is here,
and our hearts stay where they first appeared.
Constellations upon the equinox have changed,
yet we are the same.
So I wonder, where do these energies come from,
if not the distant stars?
Knowledge this far I say the Sun,
that reflects it's life upon all.
Like the heart that circulates blood
to all which functions within our body.
The metaphors that have been addressed
to the Earth's calendar still baffle me..
The ancient methods I seek alone,
for everyone else around...
654 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 3:03am
5th Nov 2014 3:03am
My Water Source
Stimulated mind pouring through my eyes,
A blank stare of a open mind.
Far from the Sun that unveils surface,
My sanity roams in distant colossal territory..
Collecting behemoth entities of imagination.
I interpret these mystiques into a language,
Unclear and strange, but wonderful the least.
This is my source, I am self harvest,
I have access to places without the need,
To transition by drugs, I am already there.
An exclusive shop with encoded doors.
Yet I lack to be rational, there's no drug for that..
To be rational, to...
A blank stare of a open mind.
Far from the Sun that unveils surface,
My sanity roams in distant colossal territory..
Collecting behemoth entities of imagination.
I interpret these mystiques into a language,
Unclear and strange, but wonderful the least.
This is my source, I am self harvest,
I have access to places without the need,
To transition by drugs, I am already there.
An exclusive shop with encoded doors.
Yet I lack to be rational, there's no drug for that..
To be rational, to...
545 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2014 9:06pm
2nd Nov 2014 9:06pm
Irrelevant Schisms.
I'll just be my realm,
my personal self without gender.
Without man or woman,
to influence what I do and wear.
Sports and games, makeup and glitter,
Boxer shorts and skirts,
What is feminine and masculine
in this common social world.
This division hides relevant souls,
whom we could had been insync with.
This divorse of souls, categorizing in genders,
eliminates our common grounds.
Land is scarce where we can be one.
To be in a man's world a woman is not found,
and to be in a woman's world a man is not found. - AtR
my personal self without gender.
Without man or woman,
to influence what I do and wear.
Sports and games, makeup and glitter,
Boxer shorts and skirts,
What is feminine and masculine
in this common social world.
This division hides relevant souls,
whom we could had been insync with.
This divorse of souls, categorizing in genders,
eliminates our common grounds.
Land is scarce where we can be one.
To be in a man's world a woman is not found,
and to be in a woman's world a man is not found. - AtR
656 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 8:01am
12th Sep 2014 8:01am
Different colored twins
I know we're not all same.. Cause the blood line I follow is my own. It's of curiousity, seeker for abstractions and conceptions, roaming the mind. It's in the blood pumping through the heart. It's a virus within the familiy, myself, my elders and my relative youth. Where does it come from? This possession, I am it's use. Without doubt I seek it. I'll inform you when I sieze to be confused.
We're all seeds my twins! We all seem alike! However, not all of us come from the same watermelon, thus we perhaps feed variety, who is it that ! 6-26. - AtR
We're all seeds my twins! We all seem alike! However, not all of us come from the same watermelon, thus we perhaps feed variety, who is it that ! 6-26. - AtR
630 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 2:55pm
23rd Aug 2014 2:55pm
Atmosphere of Samples.
When I see her, I find my reflection smeared.. I find myself better blind.. Portrayed behind a filter among everyone to see. I hate the main stream which many drink, a genertic river of misconceptions, making those think they well know, while the puppet's story is underground, untold.. Sampling one to stand for their presentation. 6-26 - AtR
549 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Aug 2014 8:50pm
18th Aug 2014 8:50pm
I'm somewhere out there..
I feel strange, thus i wonder, cause I'm dwelling with repetitions of answers that leave me without direction. I am told I am different and unlike any other they've met. Which amplifies what I've found, what I know, nothing of my reflection. Which I seek, one who is the same. But even those I meet haven't before found me.. I must settle about myself who is still a mystery as my potential other to be found ;).. hah - AtR
619 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 6:58am
18th Aug 2014 6:58am
Logical Forms
If you will, if you need, when you perceive the atmosphere of my vibe. Twist your mind to emulate mine. Letting my expressions pour, soaking and bleeding through the fabrics and patterns that cried my heart attacks, leaking passed our open mind into our distant void, which is space of transitions before we feel, the coasting callings echo beneath the well. If you can unify you'll find the colors and nature of my vibe as I. Reflections of appeal, though you must change your heart if you wish to feel. If you will, if you need, when you perceive the atmosphere of my vibe. - AtR
730 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 2:06am
11th Aug 2014 2:06am
Peace into the shadows.
When my heart speaks, a calling condensed in mind, a idea. Mentality, a language of expression within humanity.. I think, my heart speaks, I see a dramatic change. Like dry sun to rain fall. In mind I find a contrast, which pertains, once again within my life, "a leap of faith". This which is detachment of my past.. Give me a little sum of cash then watch me vanish like wilderness. I rock the sling to launch like a ship into a uncharted abyss.. Peace in the Shadows, living like my other beings. - AtR
648 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Aug 2014 2:57am
10th Aug 2014 2:57am
Speak for yourself.
A clue about me.. My persistence shows in forms, one which manifests retaliation. You can use this against me in a sense of distraction.. Simply feed my attention irrelevance. Thus, metaphorically, I'll butcher the mind poison and cast my carnage in contesting comments and statements. Ebb and Flow of rotten energy, don't feed me, Let me be myself.. - AtR
559 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2014 2:47am
10th Aug 2014 2:47am
Simply Be Innate
To be alive,
One does not need
To be Certified..
Knowledge without use
Is abuse, upon those
Who act for cash,
Seeking compensation
for their pain,
For which they have trained..
To be alive,
and produce
the elements your life
naturally comes to use.
- AtR
One does not need
To be Certified..
Knowledge without use
Is abuse, upon those
Who act for cash,
Seeking compensation
for their pain,
For which they have trained..
To be alive,
and produce
the elements your life
naturally comes to use.
- AtR
575 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 7:07am
1st Aug 2014 7:07am
'Abnormal' Criticisms.
People often forget themselves,
When presented to a other,
Who they feel are something else..
Too busy trying to recognize,
They forget there's a inside.
Impressional focuses suppress humanity
These identificial critics. - AtR
When presented to a other,
Who they feel are something else..
Too busy trying to recognize,
They forget there's a inside.
Impressional focuses suppress humanity
These identificial critics. - AtR
601 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 4:23pm
19th Jul 2014 4:23pm
Lacid's Nature..
My mentality consists philosophies.
Like trees, wind and ocean breeze.
Conceptional natures my world.
Stagnant home body, I travel my heart spoken mind.
Self truth, public illusions..
I live my way, the path you can't follow.
I'm grounded, but you see me float..
My head in the clouds, but I feel the sea's deep level. - AtR
Like trees, wind and ocean breeze.
Conceptional natures my world.
Stagnant home body, I travel my heart spoken mind.
Self truth, public illusions..
I live my way, the path you can't follow.
I'm grounded, but you see me float..
My head in the clouds, but I feel the sea's deep level. - AtR
608 reads
1 Comment
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