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.
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2012 4:20am
2nd Nov 2012 4:20am
The Vestibule
Dimness visible, the eve of Good Friday,
Welcome to the world where it’s just a dark wood
And a mountain assailed by the beasts.
Evade you cannot, and the straight way
You are unable to find.
Salvation would have no promise for the prospective,
Face it; you consciously fell into a deep place.
Thus the sun will remain silent.
“Enter and abandon hope,” says the inscription,
Where in Hell, you little lost one, owe something dearly.
Behold, the Uncommitted souls,
For they have accomplished nothing for either deeds.
Mixed along with the...
Welcome to the world where it’s just a dark wood
And a mountain assailed by the beasts.
Evade you cannot, and the straight way
You are unable to find.
Salvation would have no promise for the prospective,
Face it; you consciously fell into a deep place.
Thus the sun will remain silent.
“Enter and abandon hope,” says the inscription,
Where in Hell, you little lost one, owe something dearly.
Behold, the Uncommitted souls,
For they have accomplished nothing for either deeds.
Mixed along with the...
942 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 9:56pm
31st Oct 2012 9:56pm
The Haunted Attraction
Open the door, and enter the Otherworld,
To a home where souls and fairies come to unwind.
Samhain has arrived, and out they go,
To revisit where their originality had once been
To loosen up with a little feast.
Hence marks the end of the harvest season,
And beginning the darker half of the year.
Light the flames; let the party begin.
Divination games are yet to complete.
The modern imagery of the wicked holiday,
The work of the Gothic arts,
Set the higher determination
Of better entertainment
Of an incredible thrill.
Oh the worship of...
To a home where souls and fairies come to unwind.
Samhain has arrived, and out they go,
To revisit where their originality had once been
To loosen up with a little feast.
Hence marks the end of the harvest season,
And beginning the darker half of the year.
Light the flames; let the party begin.
Divination games are yet to complete.
The modern imagery of the wicked holiday,
The work of the Gothic arts,
Set the higher determination
Of better entertainment
Of an incredible thrill.
Oh the worship of...
806 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 3:17am
30th Oct 2012 3:17am
I Am Wounded
I am gravely wounded, but more than wounded.
I am wounded till something slowly changes.
The curse is only getting started,
A full moon will be soon to make it.
I am wounded.
I am sick, I am sick from the infection,
Of what will affect my behavior.
Maybe a sign of a new disorder,
But this ancient saying will be the judge.
I am wounded.
I am mad, I am blistering mad,
I am sweating with an abusive emotion.
I am in the loss of control,
I can’t function decently,
I am wounded.
I am dead; I am soon to be dead,
But that...
I am wounded till something slowly changes.
The curse is only getting started,
A full moon will be soon to make it.
I am wounded.
I am sick, I am sick from the infection,
Of what will affect my behavior.
Maybe a sign of a new disorder,
But this ancient saying will be the judge.
I am wounded.
I am mad, I am blistering mad,
I am sweating with an abusive emotion.
I am in the loss of control,
I can’t function decently,
I am wounded.
I am dead; I am soon to be dead,
But that...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 00:38am
30th Oct 2012 00:38am
Mad Sorcery
Midnight, surrounded by death,
The ritual is set, and Mother Earth takes her toll.
I laugh in the face of a compelling spell
As the incense summons the smoke in every turn.
Come to me, come to me, O Angry One.
I have a request for you.
Every treacherous saying is creating the path of calamity.
And one can’t stop it in time.
If the line was meant to be encroached upon
Other than remaining in the ditch
From what we warned them for the first time,
It will be time to give a friendly wave to the aftermath.
O Jealous One, I was born in...
The ritual is set, and Mother Earth takes her toll.
I laugh in the face of a compelling spell
As the incense summons the smoke in every turn.
Come to me, come to me, O Angry One.
I have a request for you.
Every treacherous saying is creating the path of calamity.
And one can’t stop it in time.
If the line was meant to be encroached upon
Other than remaining in the ditch
From what we warned them for the first time,
It will be time to give a friendly wave to the aftermath.
O Jealous One, I was born in...
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Sep 2012 6:41pm
1st Sep 2012 6:41pm
Disgruntled And f**ked Up
Our domain is rigorous;
I tell it to go fuck itself.
My wrath in the loss of restraint,
Civilization becomes humbled.
I holler at the top of my lungs,
My dominance is engaged.
Fear me, almighty one!
Your foregathering is vacant.
The animal inside is unleashed,
I pay my homage to my benighted ally.
Damnation soon to trace me
As I am on the run.
This is my war,
Your deity hasn’t done shit.
He never cares,
So why should I?
Inhaling and exhaling,
I hear my expression going “Fuck off.”
Will it loosen my...
I tell it to go fuck itself.
My wrath in the loss of restraint,
Civilization becomes humbled.
I holler at the top of my lungs,
My dominance is engaged.
Fear me, almighty one!
Your foregathering is vacant.
The animal inside is unleashed,
I pay my homage to my benighted ally.
Damnation soon to trace me
As I am on the run.
This is my war,
Your deity hasn’t done shit.
He never cares,
So why should I?
Inhaling and exhaling,
I hear my expression going “Fuck off.”
Will it loosen my...
755 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 5:44am
28th Aug 2012 5:44am
As the Pendulum Swings
Mad, insane he became,
The addiction accumulated
And now his all-out war commences.
The drug proved its deadliness,
He is now a monster.
Kill, out for the kill,
Poisoned by the fine measure of life.
His mentality fucked up,
And his appearance altered gratingly,
He cannot recognize himself.
Will pleasure come to him?
Guess again, it dances
To the devil’s swing.
Too much dosage
Presents evil its lead.
Choked, suffocated to fatality,
Mission accomplished, or so they say.
Higher the pendulum went,
Resulting in...
The addiction accumulated
And now his all-out war commences.
The drug proved its deadliness,
He is now a monster.
Kill, out for the kill,
Poisoned by the fine measure of life.
His mentality fucked up,
And his appearance altered gratingly,
He cannot recognize himself.
Will pleasure come to him?
Guess again, it dances
To the devil’s swing.
Too much dosage
Presents evil its lead.
Choked, suffocated to fatality,
Mission accomplished, or so they say.
Higher the pendulum went,
Resulting in...
862 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2012 12:51pm
24th Aug 2012 12:51pm
Folkloric Beings
A mythical tale
Of mischief and death.
The living are inhabited,
And the soul has faded, and died.
All that diverged
In the 18th century.
The dying are changed,
By the inflax of creatures at the same, everlasting age.
Creating the existence for millennia,
The hunting has begun.
Ancient civilizations,
A belief of bloodsucking demons.
Etymology speaks
The unsolved theory.
Holes over the graves,
The corpses crawl out.
All a sign,
Vampirism.
Of mischief and death.
The living are inhabited,
And the soul has faded, and died.
All that diverged
In the 18th century.
The dying are changed,
By the inflax of creatures at the same, everlasting age.
Creating the existence for millennia,
The hunting has begun.
Ancient civilizations,
A belief of bloodsucking demons.
Etymology speaks
The unsolved theory.
Holes over the graves,
The corpses crawl out.
All a sign,
Vampirism.
652 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 3:22pm
23rd Aug 2012 3:22pm
Lost for Comfort
He aimlessly paces, through a corridor of disarray,
Wondering why he always feel betrayed.
He gives an astonishing gaze,
But they treat him like being in a maze.
Causing confusion...making an abrupt illusion.
He continues on, as if being withdrawn,
Wistful to be wonderfully known, like a flying swan.
A burden of jitteriness controlling everything,
He couldn't risk anything.
He says "It's no use, I'm in pain like getting a bee sting."
There he remains in the black hole, trying to get out,
Surrounded by sorrowful souls about....
Wondering why he always feel betrayed.
He gives an astonishing gaze,
But they treat him like being in a maze.
Causing confusion...making an abrupt illusion.
He continues on, as if being withdrawn,
Wistful to be wonderfully known, like a flying swan.
A burden of jitteriness controlling everything,
He couldn't risk anything.
He says "It's no use, I'm in pain like getting a bee sting."
There he remains in the black hole, trying to get out,
Surrounded by sorrowful souls about....
899 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 3:10pm
23rd Aug 2012 3:10pm
15th Century Battle
It was like a bounty hunter on the loose
And a victim of propaganda
The war goes on
More innocents are impaled
The shedding of blood
Victory of the voivode
Supreme ruler of Wallachia
Vows to seek revenge, to follow his father’s demise
The walls of the alliance formed
Persuaded as heir to the throne
Slavery condemned to the boyars
So begins the reign of terror
A powerful lord to a prisoner
A shadowy figure, stumbled by the stranger
A mourning moment, in the dawn of 1476
His body decapitated by the Turks ...
And a victim of propaganda
The war goes on
More innocents are impaled
The shedding of blood
Victory of the voivode
Supreme ruler of Wallachia
Vows to seek revenge, to follow his father’s demise
The walls of the alliance formed
Persuaded as heir to the throne
Slavery condemned to the boyars
So begins the reign of terror
A powerful lord to a prisoner
A shadowy figure, stumbled by the stranger
A mourning moment, in the dawn of 1476
His body decapitated by the Turks ...
815 reads
4 Comments
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