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 ;)
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 7:30pm
17th Jun 2014 7:30pm
Fate's wind, Carry me home
I felt my brother's love,
Heart felt high,
His sight of the waterfall
Into the great lake of whales!
He peers down.
A nucleus, surrounded by trees
A whole, surrounded by distant business.
This is my oasis, a bottom of natures heart
The pupil center.
I wish I can land,
where here my brother stands.
But my point's within the grasp of fate's wind.
I want the bulls eye,
but i guess i'm hitting now
where I best count..
I hope i find that things finally add up,
So i can afford to go home. - AtR
Heart felt high,
His sight of the waterfall
Into the great lake of whales!
He peers down.
A nucleus, surrounded by trees
A whole, surrounded by distant business.
This is my oasis, a bottom of natures heart
The pupil center.
I wish I can land,
where here my brother stands.
But my point's within the grasp of fate's wind.
I want the bulls eye,
but i guess i'm hitting now
where I best count..
I hope i find that things finally add up,
So i can afford to go home. - AtR
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 6:28am
17th Jun 2014 6:28am
Maybe it's you, not me.. ;)
I'm sure about us all.
We come about saying
"I'm tired of" which ever it may be..
This or that..
I wonder.. About these things in which so much we become "tired of"..
I take the term "Tired",
Wondering,
whether or not these things,
causing us to say "I'm tired of",
are tired themselves?
Perhaps we need a rest, away from them..
OR..
Maybe their bug'n cause they're tired.
Maybe we woke up ok,
then greeted by something cranky,
In which it's self needed a break.
Maybe...
We come about saying
"I'm tired of" which ever it may be..
This or that..
I wonder.. About these things in which so much we become "tired of"..
I take the term "Tired",
Wondering,
whether or not these things,
causing us to say "I'm tired of",
are tired themselves?
Perhaps we need a rest, away from them..
OR..
Maybe their bug'n cause they're tired.
Maybe we woke up ok,
then greeted by something cranky,
In which it's self needed a break.
Maybe...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 5:42am
17th Jun 2014 5:42am
My, A cosmic bind..
I dose into my memories with a good mood.
Yet I rise into a surprise,
finding myself perhaps insightful
or maybe a bit rude, both or else..
These transitions within me are innate.
Astrological conceptions are my representations.
As a Cancer, a moon child.
Like water, my sign, I reflect the phases of the moon.
Which orbits, as I, my spiritual rotation.
A force or energy naturally I channel..
This connection, how? I'm baffled.. - AtR
Yet I rise into a surprise,
finding myself perhaps insightful
or maybe a bit rude, both or else..
These transitions within me are innate.
Astrological conceptions are my representations.
As a Cancer, a moon child.
Like water, my sign, I reflect the phases of the moon.
Which orbits, as I, my spiritual rotation.
A force or energy naturally I channel..
This connection, how? I'm baffled.. - AtR
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2014 11:00pm
15th Jun 2014 11:00pm
They say, Times have changed
You want me to get a GED,
and you want me to have a job..
I can debate about these two forever!
But I have a choice story written in mind,
That I'll share to you, my parents, so maybe you'll
understand me better,
perspective of mine..
You've heard my word within before,
And your feedback sounds as if I'm fantasy
With those "that's all fine and dandy, BUT" impressions..
You say "times have changed",
Yes, I can see, But,
What you want with me,
Is simiplicty at my age in your days.
And is now a tragic...
and you want me to have a job..
I can debate about these two forever!
But I have a choice story written in mind,
That I'll share to you, my parents, so maybe you'll
understand me better,
perspective of mine..
You've heard my word within before,
And your feedback sounds as if I'm fantasy
With those "that's all fine and dandy, BUT" impressions..
You say "times have changed",
Yes, I can see, But,
What you want with me,
Is simiplicty at my age in your days.
And is now a tragic...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jun 2014 8:58pm
15th Jun 2014 8:58pm
It's in the name,
I lack understanding from the common word
"we're in" or "this is" - " the 21st century"..
I'm not sure who or what the next drunk was that started this
But once again, like when happiness turned homo sexual,
Things have been turned into something they're orginially not..
And the population follow it.. Praise any junky.. suuuure.
This Idiocracy,
It's 2nd grade math
What's "20" x "100 (Century)"?
2000! NOT 2100!
This year calendar year is 2014! NOT 2114..
This is a difference between you alive or...
"we're in" or "this is" - " the 21st century"..
I'm not sure who or what the next drunk was that started this
But once again, like when happiness turned homo sexual,
Things have been turned into something they're orginially not..
And the population follow it.. Praise any junky.. suuuure.
This Idiocracy,
It's 2nd grade math
What's "20" x "100 (Century)"?
2000! NOT 2100!
This year calendar year is 2014! NOT 2114..
This is a difference between you alive or...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jun 2014 12:23pm
15th Jun 2014 12:23pm
Nocturnal disorder.
12 am, midnight commonly people say..
I feel,
the end of day is the start of night,
the start of day is the end of night.
Sun set, Sun rise..
Every moment among the shadow side is midnight.
haha I must contest those who rest
It's easy when you're awake.. ;) - AtR
I feel,
the end of day is the start of night,
the start of day is the end of night.
Sun set, Sun rise..
Every moment among the shadow side is midnight.
haha I must contest those who rest
It's easy when you're awake.. ;) - AtR
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2014 9:56pm
14th Jun 2014 9:56pm
Solitary Dreamer
This cast of cell
Is now a man within his own,
A consistent focal about his own psycho-logical wealth.
A mental of patience, confined within sanity
Lies my realm of mystery,
My occupation, I explore
An analyse puzzling the inquiry.
Profound extractions interject my previous questions.
New depths, holes are found,
Creating a tenacious cycle is currently confound..- AtR
Is now a man within his own,
A consistent focal about his own psycho-logical wealth.
A mental of patience, confined within sanity
Lies my realm of mystery,
My occupation, I explore
An analyse puzzling the inquiry.
Profound extractions interject my previous questions.
New depths, holes are found,
Creating a tenacious cycle is currently confound..- AtR
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 11:45pm
13th Jun 2014 11:45pm
Bony Appetite ;)
The first try's tricky
But it's my favorite cause I find my way
Those avocados weren't ripe, oops..
Lemons were too high up the tree
The bananas were nearly over ripe.
I couldn't smash the avocados
I couldnt reach the lemon
and I hate over ripe bananas
So I brought out the blender
Climbed up a latter
and fixed my soon to be fruit flies problem
Brought out the tapatio
Mixed up the issues
Opened the bag of cheetohs
Then let mother nature vomit into my bag of heat :)
Bony Appetite! - AtR
But it's my favorite cause I find my way
Those avocados weren't ripe, oops..
Lemons were too high up the tree
The bananas were nearly over ripe.
I couldn't smash the avocados
I couldnt reach the lemon
and I hate over ripe bananas
So I brought out the blender
Climbed up a latter
and fixed my soon to be fruit flies problem
Brought out the tapatio
Mixed up the issues
Opened the bag of cheetohs
Then let mother nature vomit into my bag of heat :)
Bony Appetite! - AtR
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 9:16pm
13th Jun 2014 9:16pm
Asomatous Divorce
The dividing line
through awake and asleep
is contracting.
It's scaling balanced
I'm without priority.
My life is a divorce,
Whether awake or asleep
These are my homes
Both I rather go
My life is not one sided
I am not biased,
"It was just a dream"
"Well this is just awake.." ;)
Comfortable with both,
My consciousness is their son
Have me together :)
This Emilio's not here forever ;) - AtR
through awake and asleep
is contracting.
It's scaling balanced
I'm without priority.
My life is a divorce,
Whether awake or asleep
These are my homes
Both I rather go
My life is not one sided
I am not biased,
"It was just a dream"
"Well this is just awake.." ;)
Comfortable with both,
My consciousness is their son
Have me together :)
This Emilio's not here forever ;) - AtR
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 8:16am
13th Jun 2014 8:16am
Artisan Life
Fresh out and mint
White clean and innocent
Ahhh, let loose the monkeys inside :)
Possessive intentions eruptively alive
Color spectrums portraying a life
Stay between the lines,
Of Black and White
Birth and Death
Keep it Gray
Collectively display
Remain centered
Dispose excessive layers
Extra baggage, Repetitive colors
Tolling heavy, Molding shady
Avoid the black
Cause it's the last
Final living contrast - AtR
White clean and innocent
Ahhh, let loose the monkeys inside :)
Possessive intentions eruptively alive
Color spectrums portraying a life
Stay between the lines,
Of Black and White
Birth and Death
Keep it Gray
Collectively display
Remain centered
Dispose excessive layers
Extra baggage, Repetitive colors
Tolling heavy, Molding shady
Avoid the black
Cause it's the last
Final living contrast - AtR
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 6:21pm
11th Jun 2014 6:21pm
My Distant Family I Know
She embraced me, injected two butcher knives into my back,
I feel the stinging pinch, raw twist, contracting pain.
Mother in law, with you i love, but your daughter more
Psychotic family I'm apart of, I request a family photo,
For I wish to show my pain with whom have made, >;)
I feel my shirt freshly moist of my bloody chasm wounds.
In formation, awaiting the flash, we presume,
Captured I see a younger me, pointing with expression surprised
My past sends it's warning, " watch your back, you could die",
But too late I suppose. I pass down my...
I feel the stinging pinch, raw twist, contracting pain.
Mother in law, with you i love, but your daughter more
Psychotic family I'm apart of, I request a family photo,
For I wish to show my pain with whom have made, >;)
I feel my shirt freshly moist of my bloody chasm wounds.
In formation, awaiting the flash, we presume,
Captured I see a younger me, pointing with expression surprised
My past sends it's warning, " watch your back, you could die",
But too late I suppose. I pass down my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 00:56am
11th Jun 2014 00:56am
Dreams of My Lives.
Here I am awake.. within this experience.
Day Dream.
Remembering what I'm aware of.
However the thoughts in which my heart speaks,
Are often forgotten, so often I write them,
Making them a experience by expressing them. "AtR" ;)
There I am asleep, sub-conscious,
Dream.
Remembering what I was aware of.
Within my other lives,
Within other realms.
I refer this concept among, universal paralelle.
I review my other lives, not propertized by my body, yet,
Which belong upon my heart, soul, the eternal being.
Thee...
Day Dream.
Remembering what I'm aware of.
However the thoughts in which my heart speaks,
Are often forgotten, so often I write them,
Making them a experience by expressing them. "AtR" ;)
There I am asleep, sub-conscious,
Dream.
Remembering what I was aware of.
Within my other lives,
Within other realms.
I refer this concept among, universal paralelle.
I review my other lives, not propertized by my body, yet,
Which belong upon my heart, soul, the eternal being.
Thee...
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