Submissions by ElrondSirfalas
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A spaceman , it's what they call me ... uh , earth to kid .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 00:39am
23rd Apr 2013 00:39am
In Retrospect
Rise from the grave with brighter beleifs
For time won't heal all these memory wounds
Lodged inside the past lies fear underneath
Distant stains of joy and bitter defeat
Covering these walls with a hindering releif
As salvation hangs in reach without a sound
The dead live on with a beat in their chests
A reminder that denial is holding them back
Tightly gripping in a constraint of loss
Failing to find strength and a bridge to cross
Bring forth the end or wait to see the rest
A true sense of belonging is what we all lack
If there is a...
For time won't heal all these memory wounds
Lodged inside the past lies fear underneath
Distant stains of joy and bitter defeat
Covering these walls with a hindering releif
As salvation hangs in reach without a sound
The dead live on with a beat in their chests
A reminder that denial is holding them back
Tightly gripping in a constraint of loss
Failing to find strength and a bridge to cross
Bring forth the end or wait to see the rest
A true sense of belonging is what we all lack
If there is a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 00:13am
23rd Apr 2013 00:13am
Another Step
In life-like motion we make our moves
Step by step we carry what we lose
Thoughts spill from mouth and touch
We give what we need to take what soothes
Constrain these feelings into what we choose
Such vivid imaginings won't form to much
Hollow action won't make us strong or wise
As we walk these streets with heavy eyes
I haven't told the time enough lately
These days just seem to blend from daily
I don't know where I've placed myself
I can only see this reflection faintly
And all these emotions I'm stating plainly
Have completely ceased...
Step by step we carry what we lose
Thoughts spill from mouth and touch
We give what we need to take what soothes
Constrain these feelings into what we choose
Such vivid imaginings won't form to much
Hollow action won't make us strong or wise
As we walk these streets with heavy eyes
I haven't told the time enough lately
These days just seem to blend from daily
I don't know where I've placed myself
I can only see this reflection faintly
And all these emotions I'm stating plainly
Have completely ceased...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Apr 2013 6:27am
16th Apr 2013 6:27am
Privileged
The mourning dew turns to rain
From ashes spread we rise again
The sun has cast an evening shade
Our mortal life will never fade
This distant pang of subtle defeat
The end of light -the death of conceit
Darkness greets with a neutral stain
A blackened void where purity reigns
Spoiled innocence from our first scar
The curse of sight stems from a star
The mourning dew turns to rain
From ashes spread we rise again
From ashes spread we rise again
The sun has cast an evening shade
Our mortal life will never fade
This distant pang of subtle defeat
The end of light -the death of conceit
Darkness greets with a neutral stain
A blackened void where purity reigns
Spoiled innocence from our first scar
The curse of sight stems from a star
The mourning dew turns to rain
From ashes spread we rise again
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 5:35pm
3rd Feb 2013 5:35pm
Like A Hook
Traversing the stream with a tunneled stare
The trout flows down from it's lair
Seldom feeling the dry earthly air
Or glancing upon a passing swimmer
No smile or twitch; not even a glimmer
The current sways just as the wind
And, carries the fish as if it's pinned
To no single thought of how it had sinned
Onto friends and alike there is no concern
For taking a life or spilling an urn
As then just becomes a memory of now
And, something is nothing if you allow
Time to wipe the sweat from your brow
Or, have clocks watch as you sit...
The trout flows down from it's lair
Seldom feeling the dry earthly air
Or glancing upon a passing swimmer
No smile or twitch; not even a glimmer
The current sways just as the wind
And, carries the fish as if it's pinned
To no single thought of how it had sinned
Onto friends and alike there is no concern
For taking a life or spilling an urn
As then just becomes a memory of now
And, something is nothing if you allow
Time to wipe the sweat from your brow
Or, have clocks watch as you sit...
791 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 6:43pm
26th Jan 2013 6:43pm
Fear Of The End
There's nothing one can say that hasn't been said;
In this replicated existence recycled from the dead
Societal fornication leaves naught but a sour mind;
Obsessed with the golden rays that present us as kind
Laborious and ridden with worry over wealthy trouble;
Caught up in normality our purpose left in rubble
Conceiving the end of life as something of a curse
Cowering at the sight of the imminent black hearse
How can all these people fear the only thing certain?
Dreading the day they witness the closing curtain
Or have I just thrown away my...
In this replicated existence recycled from the dead
Societal fornication leaves naught but a sour mind;
Obsessed with the golden rays that present us as kind
Laborious and ridden with worry over wealthy trouble;
Caught up in normality our purpose left in rubble
Conceiving the end of life as something of a curse
Cowering at the sight of the imminent black hearse
How can all these people fear the only thing certain?
Dreading the day they witness the closing curtain
Or have I just thrown away my...
797 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 7:10pm
18th Jan 2013 7:10pm
Clarity Through Clouded Eyes
I must confess that the strain of guilt was an essential tool;
For suppressing the need to an end that wasn't simple to fool
Although, as the days came to more and the weeks into age;
I could barely relate to anything that I had inked onto page
The mind I had always and sincerely held in such awry regard;
Stood to spoil-ate my sorrow and to watch as my guard
To forget all that had ignited the suspenseful act of survival
Forming the catalyst for this decrepit rebirth of revival
What I have just stated is immersed in the human condition;
Can you not...
For suppressing the need to an end that wasn't simple to fool
Although, as the days came to more and the weeks into age;
I could barely relate to anything that I had inked onto page
The mind I had always and sincerely held in such awry regard;
Stood to spoil-ate my sorrow and to watch as my guard
To forget all that had ignited the suspenseful act of survival
Forming the catalyst for this decrepit rebirth of revival
What I have just stated is immersed in the human condition;
Can you not...
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 6:50pm
17th Jan 2013 6:50pm
Work In Progress
This is how it feels to have your bedroom painted over
To see the grinning faces crumble at your feet
Wanting something more than the luck from a clover
A perfect feeling that doesn't reak of conceit
Moments when you knew that you had friends waiting
To hold you up against the weight of the world
Crashing down upon all the insecurites worth hating
Tearing away at phobias left rotten and curled
Into dreams where you can't seem to find the end
Without taking it away just for the thrill
Or giving a loving sentiment to a beautiful friend
Without the...
To see the grinning faces crumble at your feet
Wanting something more than the luck from a clover
A perfect feeling that doesn't reak of conceit
Moments when you knew that you had friends waiting
To hold you up against the weight of the world
Crashing down upon all the insecurites worth hating
Tearing away at phobias left rotten and curled
Into dreams where you can't seem to find the end
Without taking it away just for the thrill
Or giving a loving sentiment to a beautiful friend
Without the...
834 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 6:40pm
17th Jan 2013 6:40pm
A Desperate Ego
Good day my friends and Salut to you!
Time to play herald and this is my cue
So, here comes my woe in a rhythmic fashion;
as this was written in the era of post-passion
And for the curious readers who know not of I
Seemless and keen to write I will try
You need not comprehend all that is meant;
yet, for a moment or less your time will be spent
Let me begin with a synopsis of my vision
It was far from forgiving and was lost in decision
I could never be quite sure of the light or dark;
For in the absent and present my sense would embark
...
Time to play herald and this is my cue
So, here comes my woe in a rhythmic fashion;
as this was written in the era of post-passion
And for the curious readers who know not of I
Seemless and keen to write I will try
You need not comprehend all that is meant;
yet, for a moment or less your time will be spent
Let me begin with a synopsis of my vision
It was far from forgiving and was lost in decision
I could never be quite sure of the light or dark;
For in the absent and present my sense would embark
...
973 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 1:05am
16th Jan 2013 1:05am
Mischievous Disturbance
This art alone will not quench my thirst
So, I pushed to the street in a disorderly burst
Not as myself but as the lacerating beast
He erased my fish-like stare and began his feast
His fangs pierced deep and would not let go
Implanting them shrewdly as a seed would be sown
Stared through my mind but he saw only me
A loathly corpse of the lowest degree
Dragging me further by the arduous lights
That shun on my skin and reflected mere blight
Forcing me to confront the dwelling of lies
As I loitered the entrance I screeched my despise!
...
So, I pushed to the street in a disorderly burst
Not as myself but as the lacerating beast
He erased my fish-like stare and began his feast
His fangs pierced deep and would not let go
Implanting them shrewdly as a seed would be sown
Stared through my mind but he saw only me
A loathly corpse of the lowest degree
Dragging me further by the arduous lights
That shun on my skin and reflected mere blight
Forcing me to confront the dwelling of lies
As I loitered the entrance I screeched my despise!
...
1034 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 5:48pm
15th Jan 2013 5:48pm
An Open Casket ( Remembering A Friend) Part II
Handshakes calm the funeral service
Distraught eyes from each sad attedent
As the shock of it all begins to dimiss
The sorrow and guilt from it's entrapment
A deeper initiation into the breaking point
Of the fatal ailment he couldn't anoint
As the damned fall down the culprit goes running
Judgemental conception of the few that were close
He witnesses the tension build from the cunning
Diverge into the red handed criminals' bloody rose
Coveting a sickness that proved to be deadly
A misfit killed in action at the hands of a friendly
...
Distraught eyes from each sad attedent
As the shock of it all begins to dimiss
The sorrow and guilt from it's entrapment
A deeper initiation into the breaking point
Of the fatal ailment he couldn't anoint
As the damned fall down the culprit goes running
Judgemental conception of the few that were close
He witnesses the tension build from the cunning
Diverge into the red handed criminals' bloody rose
Coveting a sickness that proved to be deadly
A misfit killed in action at the hands of a friendly
...
882 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 4:28pm
15th Jan 2013 4:28pm
An Open Casket ( Remembering A Friend)
Now he`s on the wire
A moth to the fire
Dead shards from a smile
We keep in our closet
Waiting to defile
Another crimson sunset
Shaming a filthy liar
With anguish filled airlooms
Haunting a blood stained bedroom
Tear drenched photographs
Mark the lustful romances
Ending in recycled epitaphs
Forging a certain reassurance
Of the fools impending doom
As he stares into his notebook
Another plague is overlooked
The final page sends it`s gleam
To mark a miserable conclusion
On a story broken at the seams
Through...
A moth to the fire
Dead shards from a smile
We keep in our closet
Waiting to defile
Another crimson sunset
Shaming a filthy liar
With anguish filled airlooms
Haunting a blood stained bedroom
Tear drenched photographs
Mark the lustful romances
Ending in recycled epitaphs
Forging a certain reassurance
Of the fools impending doom
As he stares into his notebook
Another plague is overlooked
The final page sends it`s gleam
To mark a miserable conclusion
On a story broken at the seams
Through...
796 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 6:47pm
14th Jan 2013 6:47pm
Write The Unwritten
Oh how fun it is to pretend that I'm on the petistil
Performing this unfulfilled sacrifice for a simple thrill
My slur gnarled into the cries of a self loathing comic;
For even the greatest have stated the best comedy is tragic!
So, gather 'round and pay respect to this nervous wreck;
Who befriends only pets or rather the comfort of a speck
Watch this defeatist plead for the misery of his next life;
The facts of fate are simple just take a glimpse at ones strife
I'm sure you'll see the ardent path beneath your detrimental stars;
Just gaze inside...
Performing this unfulfilled sacrifice for a simple thrill
My slur gnarled into the cries of a self loathing comic;
For even the greatest have stated the best comedy is tragic!
So, gather 'round and pay respect to this nervous wreck;
Who befriends only pets or rather the comfort of a speck
Watch this defeatist plead for the misery of his next life;
The facts of fate are simple just take a glimpse at ones strife
I'm sure you'll see the ardent path beneath your detrimental stars;
Just gaze inside...
726 reads
3 Comments
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