Submissions by Elliot-Houle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not the first I am not the last Soon I shall be an image of the past
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 11:04pm
11th Jul 2012 11:04pm
The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
Heaven and Hell,
pennies in a wishing well.
It's why we all look up above,
It's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Romance,
it's always been the same song and dance.
I think I've unraveled the mystery of love,
it's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Can one truly hate?
So long as there's fear.
Guess I'll keep wishing for love,
it's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Dreams can come true,
it's always up to you.
What will you make of today?
Think I'll just let it rot, decay, and fade away.
pennies in a wishing well.
It's why we all look up above,
It's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Romance,
it's always been the same song and dance.
I think I've unraveled the mystery of love,
it's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Can one truly hate?
So long as there's fear.
Guess I'll keep wishing for love,
it's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Dreams can come true,
it's always up to you.
What will you make of today?
Think I'll just let it rot, decay, and fade away.
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 2:34am
11th Jul 2012 2:34am
The City
The film-noir is about to start.
Sure to thrill, and hold you, at every arc.
There's dying out in the streets,
there's names being made.
Have you ever seen the dark and misty moon
sit atop the western sky?
Lurking in the shadows,
glowing like the Devil's eye.
Look towards the shining city on the coast.
This place in which I dwell fills more & more with old ghosts.
Reach out for the glittering lights,
I am ready to take flight.
Wet neon signs captivate your mind,
so much mystery and wonder.
The woman's soft, warm touch ...
Sure to thrill, and hold you, at every arc.
There's dying out in the streets,
there's names being made.
Have you ever seen the dark and misty moon
sit atop the western sky?
Lurking in the shadows,
glowing like the Devil's eye.
Look towards the shining city on the coast.
This place in which I dwell fills more & more with old ghosts.
Reach out for the glittering lights,
I am ready to take flight.
Wet neon signs captivate your mind,
so much mystery and wonder.
The woman's soft, warm touch ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 2:25am
11th Jul 2012 2:25am
The Last Bus
The mountain has been mined over and over.
False idols are placed before us.
Creativity and originality have just caught the last bus.
The way seems already paved,
and the music is over.
False idols are placed before us.
Creativity and originality have just caught the last bus.
The way seems already paved,
and the music is over.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 5:54pm
10th Jul 2012 5:54pm
The Race
Shadows move behind the tree.
Shapes in the darkness move with ease.
It's with high hopes that the cobblestone
will lead you to your safe home.
Out of shapes and shadows another comes to join the chase,
so your fleeting footsteps quicken pace.
The throne now laughs,
for it's the one who commands the race.
Shapes in the darkness move with ease.
It's with high hopes that the cobblestone
will lead you to your safe home.
Out of shapes and shadows another comes to join the chase,
so your fleeting footsteps quicken pace.
The throne now laughs,
for it's the one who commands the race.
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 5:50pm
10th Jul 2012 5:50pm
The Oldest Tale
The creature came slinking up.
Protect us now,
or are we to assume they've become corrupt.
My gardens have all but disappeared.
This was written once,
and now it has been mirrored.
The knight's armor just continues to grow.
It makes one wonder is there more to protect?
His ego now has really started to glow.
This whole fairy tale I'd really like to forget.
We see the message now way up high.
His head fell straight out of the sky.
Then the creature strikes.
We build up auras made out of magic.
What's now become of this is really...
Protect us now,
or are we to assume they've become corrupt.
My gardens have all but disappeared.
This was written once,
and now it has been mirrored.
The knight's armor just continues to grow.
It makes one wonder is there more to protect?
His ego now has really started to glow.
This whole fairy tale I'd really like to forget.
We see the message now way up high.
His head fell straight out of the sky.
Then the creature strikes.
We build up auras made out of magic.
What's now become of this is really...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 9:42pm
9th Jul 2012 9:42pm
Less We Forget
Oh, noble birds,
would you politely ask the trees for me
if they would take a bow
so I can see.
The little cracks of heaven,
poking through the sky.
Angel's wings carve and smooth the clouds,
as though they were a painting.
A sound,
a sigh,
something the artist left,
less we forget.
There's no room for the moon.
No reason to fret.
Our cities will not swim.
Everyone will be home soon,
less we forget.
The painting,
that which is set before our eyes,
unattainable to the reach.
Not to confuse or bruise our sweet...
would you politely ask the trees for me
if they would take a bow
so I can see.
The little cracks of heaven,
poking through the sky.
Angel's wings carve and smooth the clouds,
as though they were a painting.
A sound,
a sigh,
something the artist left,
less we forget.
There's no room for the moon.
No reason to fret.
Our cities will not swim.
Everyone will be home soon,
less we forget.
The painting,
that which is set before our eyes,
unattainable to the reach.
Not to confuse or bruise our sweet...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 9:31pm
9th Jul 2012 9:31pm
I'm Awake
I'm awake.
I am awake.
Are you?
This close my friends,
this close to the final place of rest.
Rumbling, tumbling.
down the spider's hole.
Down into the nest,
ensnared in the beautifully constructed web.
Knowing my energies would cease,
and I would soon be dead.
Are you awake?
The causes of behavior,
and disgusting thought.
The girl beside me,
and her penetrating mind rots.
I see things move everywhere.
Insects are now crawling over my eyes.
I see the victims running for their lives.
She picks up the pen and jabs...
I am awake.
Are you?
This close my friends,
this close to the final place of rest.
Rumbling, tumbling.
down the spider's hole.
Down into the nest,
ensnared in the beautifully constructed web.
Knowing my energies would cease,
and I would soon be dead.
Are you awake?
The causes of behavior,
and disgusting thought.
The girl beside me,
and her penetrating mind rots.
I see things move everywhere.
Insects are now crawling over my eyes.
I see the victims running for their lives.
She picks up the pen and jabs...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 4:49am
9th Jul 2012 4:49am
Gone
Gone.
Are days that you gave her a sudden glance.
A secret kept in the wake of winds.
Gone.
Are days that we preformed the Indian's dance.
A perchance to dream without your sins.
Locked away in that tower,
the wicked witch would turn you sour.
Pretentious mind without failings,
can't decide on which way it's sailing.
Beyond the cracked door,
the arduous task continues more.
You've lost your chance,
now you do a twisted dance.
Are days that you gave her a sudden glance.
A secret kept in the wake of winds.
Gone.
Are days that we preformed the Indian's dance.
A perchance to dream without your sins.
Locked away in that tower,
the wicked witch would turn you sour.
Pretentious mind without failings,
can't decide on which way it's sailing.
Beyond the cracked door,
the arduous task continues more.
You've lost your chance,
now you do a twisted dance.
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 4:41am
9th Jul 2012 4:41am
Appointment
Come to the same place day after day.
Do it to escape the doubt.
You're now on volume two,
the pictures are nothing new.
Unlike the majestic sky,
shining so bright it brings a tear to one's eye.
The sky covers itself in a black cloak.
The all-night marathon is upon us,
daunting in its beauty,
haunting in its shapes.
The cherry lips remind us of the whispering highway
"let's leave today."
The blue prints that were drawn are lost,
and the ancient secret is out.
The doctor will see you now.
Do it to escape the doubt.
You're now on volume two,
the pictures are nothing new.
Unlike the majestic sky,
shining so bright it brings a tear to one's eye.
The sky covers itself in a black cloak.
The all-night marathon is upon us,
daunting in its beauty,
haunting in its shapes.
The cherry lips remind us of the whispering highway
"let's leave today."
The blue prints that were drawn are lost,
and the ancient secret is out.
The doctor will see you now.
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 4:52pm
8th Jul 2012 4:52pm
The Drive
The moon was haunting,
ever inconspicuous,
shrouded in a veil of suspicion.
Content with knowing
it watched you,
as you watched it.
As I drove through the streets,
empty and vast in a darkened vista,
letting one know they were alive
by the faint glow of street lamps.
A lone cloud sat above me,
a soft gray against the midnight blue of the sky.
It sat, and waved, with wisps of darkness.
Electric
Sounds
Music
take me home.
ever inconspicuous,
shrouded in a veil of suspicion.
Content with knowing
it watched you,
as you watched it.
As I drove through the streets,
empty and vast in a darkened vista,
letting one know they were alive
by the faint glow of street lamps.
A lone cloud sat above me,
a soft gray against the midnight blue of the sky.
It sat, and waved, with wisps of darkness.
Electric
Sounds
Music
take me home.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 4:46pm
8th Jul 2012 4:46pm
The Rise And Fall Of Seasons
Wake up to the swift scent of the morning,
the source of all magic,
repelling the masses collectively swarming.
Dress in the morning cloak for those who wouldn't have it.
Just remember the lies,
the children's eyes,
they tried to put you to the test
with their gentle caress.
Did they succeed?
There are things in your head,
drawing perfect circles with the color red,
they're leading you.
Around the carousel,
around the room,
out the window and down to Hell.
Now might you hear the haunting bell?
It's the toll.
The toll...
the source of all magic,
repelling the masses collectively swarming.
Dress in the morning cloak for those who wouldn't have it.
Just remember the lies,
the children's eyes,
they tried to put you to the test
with their gentle caress.
Did they succeed?
There are things in your head,
drawing perfect circles with the color red,
they're leading you.
Around the carousel,
around the room,
out the window and down to Hell.
Now might you hear the haunting bell?
It's the toll.
The toll...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 1:31am
8th Jul 2012 1:31am
That One
You're waiting while I wait.
Patiently, but of course,
the kindness and remorse.
I could ask you
a million questions that begin with why.
Take nothing back, but sadness,
and little tin soldiers jumping out of planes so high.
I need that woman's touch, so warm and secure.
I'd love to fill your ever patient ear
with harshness, and dreams of dying.
All the while you were dining,
with body and blood.
I came dressed in mud,
would you let me in?
Patiently, but of course,
the kindness and remorse.
I could ask you
a million questions that begin with why.
Take nothing back, but sadness,
and little tin soldiers jumping out of planes so high.
I need that woman's touch, so warm and secure.
I'd love to fill your ever patient ear
with harshness, and dreams of dying.
All the while you were dining,
with body and blood.
I came dressed in mud,
would you let me in?
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