Submissions by Evan (Vizeon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The best poetry is something angry and hateful that it leaves you bloodthirsty for more.
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 1:42am
12th Feb 2013 1:42am
Massive Migraine
What is this overpowering brute
That is forcing me on the ground
With my hands gripping bindingly
On my brain?
Must be some kind of stroke
Or I must be feeling berserk.
This massive migraine going irrepressibly,
My personality now seems demoniacal.
Run or risk a life to restraint me
Before I take this solid pain out on an innocent.
Would you pop some subscribed pills in me,
Or would you allow me to strangle to be healed again?
So sick and nauseous I can hear myself shriek,
Loud and earsplitting you would tumble ...
That is forcing me on the ground
With my hands gripping bindingly
On my brain?
Must be some kind of stroke
Or I must be feeling berserk.
This massive migraine going irrepressibly,
My personality now seems demoniacal.
Run or risk a life to restraint me
Before I take this solid pain out on an innocent.
Would you pop some subscribed pills in me,
Or would you allow me to strangle to be healed again?
So sick and nauseous I can hear myself shriek,
Loud and earsplitting you would tumble ...
676 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 3:14pm
24th Jan 2013 3:14pm
Curse of the Man of Greed
I, the high Prince of the Ritual
Shall share thy tale of the man of greed
Who was believed, to the ancient ones,
To be the despicable deity that ruled over each
Before the dawn of time.
Further have they believed that such worship
Was of such of a foul assembly,
Immersing the world into war after war,
Where, alas, the perverted man’s mind lead
To the very verge of extinction.
See here, that we are the magicians of nature
In the sense that we have as the symbol of peace,
Lucifer, he who was cast out
By the bloodthirsty, personified being....
Shall share thy tale of the man of greed
Who was believed, to the ancient ones,
To be the despicable deity that ruled over each
Before the dawn of time.
Further have they believed that such worship
Was of such of a foul assembly,
Immersing the world into war after war,
Where, alas, the perverted man’s mind lead
To the very verge of extinction.
See here, that we are the magicians of nature
In the sense that we have as the symbol of peace,
Lucifer, he who was cast out
By the bloodthirsty, personified being....
781 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 10:20pm
14th Jan 2013 10:20pm
Dark Prophet, Arise
The low-spirited toll of the bell and flames lit,
Animal heads severed, used for decoration.
The prophet minister with his rock-on gesture in the air,
Standing with dignity, unleashing the scream,
Yelling out, “Hail Lord of Darkness!!”
Fiery sparks striking the moment of power
By the minister as he blasts the speakers.
Standing at ease he scans the worshipers,
Hands in the air and foot on amp,
The prophet minister is blessed with might.
Pacing the stage with his eyes locked at the admirers
He realizes he will not have to run or hide...
Animal heads severed, used for decoration.
The prophet minister with his rock-on gesture in the air,
Standing with dignity, unleashing the scream,
Yelling out, “Hail Lord of Darkness!!”
Fiery sparks striking the moment of power
By the minister as he blasts the speakers.
Standing at ease he scans the worshipers,
Hands in the air and foot on amp,
The prophet minister is blessed with might.
Pacing the stage with his eyes locked at the admirers
He realizes he will not have to run or hide...
760 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 2:11pm
12th Jan 2013 2:11pm
Helvete
The coast is clear; the so-called mass came to end,
An arson is yet to take its course.
Men with inverted crosses and bloody make-up,
Smiling to an upcoming victorious mayhem.
Happiness, compassion, peace, he called it shit,
Sorrow and evil were music to the ears.
“If you looked at your spirit as monotheistic,
Then all is sick and perverted,” he claimed proudly.
A lot of smoke but not so much fire,
Though there is a certain chance to something utmost.
With every spark he knew what was coming to persuasion,
“I define black metal! Black...
An arson is yet to take its course.
Men with inverted crosses and bloody make-up,
Smiling to an upcoming victorious mayhem.
Happiness, compassion, peace, he called it shit,
Sorrow and evil were music to the ears.
“If you looked at your spirit as monotheistic,
Then all is sick and perverted,” he claimed proudly.
A lot of smoke but not so much fire,
Though there is a certain chance to something utmost.
With every spark he knew what was coming to persuasion,
“I define black metal! Black...
746 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 2:28am
10th Dec 2012 2:28am
Be You or the War Begins!
Flames are higher and Hell breaks loose,
Roaring streams in the open space.
Your peaceful land now in the trap,
Take cover or sleep forever.
Down with your plot and your fucking joke,
I’ve had enough of your cliques.
What is in it for every one of us?
You could say but your result is insincere.
You had fame but lost your dignity,
You had valuable things and now it’s gone.
All from the wrong reasons to be him,
Is yourself not as benevolent!
Too scared to pull away, you’re a mindless freak,
You abused all our skills...
Roaring streams in the open space.
Your peaceful land now in the trap,
Take cover or sleep forever.
Down with your plot and your fucking joke,
I’ve had enough of your cliques.
What is in it for every one of us?
You could say but your result is insincere.
You had fame but lost your dignity,
You had valuable things and now it’s gone.
All from the wrong reasons to be him,
Is yourself not as benevolent!
Too scared to pull away, you’re a mindless freak,
You abused all our skills...
716 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 5:10am
10th Nov 2012 5:10am
Sing the Rage of the Fierce One
781 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 2:59am
10th Nov 2012 2:59am
Once Bad, Always Bad
I am on the mount, with the dagger in hand,
Feeling calm, being the mild individual.
There is something deep within, a common sense,
It is not the attitude but it’s in my blood.
I present to you of what will sense in this aura
That will wield the mightiness with thee.
I will prove to you, but not show it off,
For I could then rather be the fool.
Tolerance is my key to empathize,
For I shall let it be, it is not worth the crusade.
But only for when it means necessary,
Knowledge is sincerely mandatory.
As the battle is ready to set...
Feeling calm, being the mild individual.
There is something deep within, a common sense,
It is not the attitude but it’s in my blood.
I present to you of what will sense in this aura
That will wield the mightiness with thee.
I will prove to you, but not show it off,
For I could then rather be the fool.
Tolerance is my key to empathize,
For I shall let it be, it is not worth the crusade.
But only for when it means necessary,
Knowledge is sincerely mandatory.
As the battle is ready to set...
778 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 00:44am
8th Nov 2012 00:44am
Figure of the Deep Element
I stand alone, at the shore at midnight,
I stare at my companion who always flows.
I sit down and it heeds my details and surroundings.
For we own it all and we bewitch everything,
We result in hysterical reactions and pettiness.
We are also merciful; we can protect and pull through.
I, the being with the ownership of a heavy element,
Possess a subtle cast of mind;
Revealing parapsychological abilities.
I am impressionable and I am sensitive.
Although I may give rise to greediness.
My feelings are changeable as I run.
Thus the...
I stare at my companion who always flows.
I sit down and it heeds my details and surroundings.
For we own it all and we bewitch everything,
We result in hysterical reactions and pettiness.
We are also merciful; we can protect and pull through.
I, the being with the ownership of a heavy element,
Possess a subtle cast of mind;
Revealing parapsychological abilities.
I am impressionable and I am sensitive.
Although I may give rise to greediness.
My feelings are changeable as I run.
Thus the...
839 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 5:42am
6th Nov 2012 5:42am
The Black Warrior
I fall every minute and then feel dejected; I start to lose my head.
I am tortured and I’m maimed, but I continue to fight.
I am pushed down to the floor, but I was really on my feet,
As if nothing happened at all (what are you talking about?)
Look at the past, witness how haunting it is.
This is something I am told to forget,
But it is the undertaking a being can almost not avoid.
It returns to your central core just to say hello again.
This dark figure that you see here is never ever bright.
It only envenoms your point of view, to make...
I am tortured and I’m maimed, but I continue to fight.
I am pushed down to the floor, but I was really on my feet,
As if nothing happened at all (what are you talking about?)
Look at the past, witness how haunting it is.
This is something I am told to forget,
But it is the undertaking a being can almost not avoid.
It returns to your central core just to say hello again.
This dark figure that you see here is never ever bright.
It only envenoms your point of view, to make...
732 reads
2 Comments
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