Submissions by FacePaint (Steven D)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 8:21pm
1st Apr 2017 8:21pm
Time
Time.
Time is fleeting, time is scarce,
Time is leaving, leaving you bare.
Ticking, tocking, counting down like a bomb.
Running, not stopping,
And when you fall it drags you along.
Time.
Time is losing your hold on this life.
Time is suffering between love and strife.
Time is all of your memories falling farther behind.
Time is the blindness we've mistaken as sight.
Though by and by its hands do fly,
Make no mistake, its not real, it's a lie.
Time is just a dream in a dream we deny.
Time is fleeting, time is scarce,
Time is leaving, leaving you bare.
Ticking, tocking, counting down like a bomb.
Running, not stopping,
And when you fall it drags you along.
Time.
Time is losing your hold on this life.
Time is suffering between love and strife.
Time is all of your memories falling farther behind.
Time is the blindness we've mistaken as sight.
Though by and by its hands do fly,
Make no mistake, its not real, it's a lie.
Time is just a dream in a dream we deny.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2017 10:16pm
7th Mar 2017 10:16pm
What fools who ponder fools ponder.
What warmth be warmth without a lovers flame?
What worth has title when no love has known your name?
What words can form a song if no love has known the voice?
What beauty lies in waiting when there is no other choice?
What love can find a lover too inverted to hear calls?
And who will hear the thunder when his heart beats on its walls?
None, save the echoes of worn out memories.
None, save the souls with not the power to change such tragedies.
What worth has title when no love has known your name?
What words can form a song if no love has known the voice?
What beauty lies in waiting when there is no other choice?
What love can find a lover too inverted to hear calls?
And who will hear the thunder when his heart beats on its walls?
None, save the echoes of worn out memories.
None, save the souls with not the power to change such tragedies.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2017 8:00am
16th Feb 2017 8:00am
~Death~
Lo, He gazed upon His kingdom
Ripe with all-consuming Flames,
Beheld the Pain and Suffering
Cast upon them in His name.
Satisfied, He smiled and sat upon His throne,
For all, once called a Heaven built upon the land,
Was reduced, once more, to ashes
Which He clenched within His hands.
Woe upon Man and Woe upon their rest.
By their own hands they brought Him,
And with Him He brought
Death~
Ripe with all-consuming Flames,
Beheld the Pain and Suffering
Cast upon them in His name.
Satisfied, He smiled and sat upon His throne,
For all, once called a Heaven built upon the land,
Was reduced, once more, to ashes
Which He clenched within His hands.
Woe upon Man and Woe upon their rest.
By their own hands they brought Him,
And with Him He brought
Death~
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2017 3:43am
9th Feb 2017 3:43am
Back from Black
I never claimed to be a Man beause I became a beast,
A righteous hand would never do these kinds of things.
I played with needles and I played a thief,
I never saw the darkness deep inside of me.
I took from loving hands and gave to the rotten,
I've done unspeakable things that wont soon be forgotten.
I've turned on friends that only wanted peace,
and to put love back inside of me.
But I was blind and my eyes couldn't see,
that my only friend would be the death I cheat.
It took a real rough road and to almost die,
to put the...
A righteous hand would never do these kinds of things.
I played with needles and I played a thief,
I never saw the darkness deep inside of me.
I took from loving hands and gave to the rotten,
I've done unspeakable things that wont soon be forgotten.
I've turned on friends that only wanted peace,
and to put love back inside of me.
But I was blind and my eyes couldn't see,
that my only friend would be the death I cheat.
It took a real rough road and to almost die,
to put the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 00:35am
3rd Feb 2017 00:35am
Life Misleading
We smile, yet our Heart is crying.
We live, although our Soul is dying.
We laugh, but we are full of sadness,
We're calm, although inside there's madness.
Who are we meant to be?
What are we meant to see?
When nothing is just what it seems
Why are we stuck inside this dream
within a dream.
We run, although we feel like walking.
We hear but, mostly, we like talking.
We look, although our hearts like seeing,
We sleep, although our souls like dreaming.
Who are we supposed to be,
Within ourselves contradicting ...
We live, although our Soul is dying.
We laugh, but we are full of sadness,
We're calm, although inside there's madness.
Who are we meant to be?
What are we meant to see?
When nothing is just what it seems
Why are we stuck inside this dream
within a dream.
We run, although we feel like walking.
We hear but, mostly, we like talking.
We look, although our hearts like seeing,
We sleep, although our souls like dreaming.
Who are we supposed to be,
Within ourselves contradicting ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2017 8:37pm
21st Jan 2017 8:37pm
Outsider
So long through life hiding,
Running from what's in the light.
Maybe in the shadows,
All that is wrong will be alright.
No place feels quite like home,
And no one feels quite like a friend.
Most people make you feel alone,
And that's a wound that's hard to mend.
Just keep pushing through,
Tell yourself it's not for long,
Hide the ugliness in you,
Your life depends on staying strong.
There just has to be
A place where all this fucking wrong,
Will fade into Peace
And someplace where we might belong. ...
Running from what's in the light.
Maybe in the shadows,
All that is wrong will be alright.
No place feels quite like home,
And no one feels quite like a friend.
Most people make you feel alone,
And that's a wound that's hard to mend.
Just keep pushing through,
Tell yourself it's not for long,
Hide the ugliness in you,
Your life depends on staying strong.
There just has to be
A place where all this fucking wrong,
Will fade into Peace
And someplace where we might belong. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2017 4:00am
21st Jan 2017 4:00am
The conjuring of an itch
This was kind of a spur of the moment write, written in about 30 minutes, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated..
You ever look a Man in his eyes
And watch him as he dies?
Watched the color leave his skin
and force his last breath with a sigh?
You dont know emptiness,
not the kind that dwells inside.
You know only of love and loss,
Not taking away life.
It eats away and turns your guts,
and boils in your veins,
Its like a drug that stole your love
and just wont let you get away.
At...
You ever look a Man in his eyes
And watch him as he dies?
Watched the color leave his skin
and force his last breath with a sigh?
You dont know emptiness,
not the kind that dwells inside.
You know only of love and loss,
Not taking away life.
It eats away and turns your guts,
and boils in your veins,
Its like a drug that stole your love
and just wont let you get away.
At...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2017 11:37pm
19th Jan 2017 11:37pm
What hands could never touch
How would one start
To describe what is you
There's so much to say
And my words are so few.
Maybe I'd begin
With your ever-longing eyes
Yearning for life
For freedom, for the sky.
Yearning for love
And for madness inside.
Anything within grasp
That makes life feel alright.
Maybe I'd start
With your wonderful Soul,
Constantly longing
To be out of control,
To be free of chains
And all that will bind,
To burn like a fire
Only fire could fight. ...
To describe what is you
There's so much to say
And my words are so few.
Maybe I'd begin
With your ever-longing eyes
Yearning for life
For freedom, for the sky.
Yearning for love
And for madness inside.
Anything within grasp
That makes life feel alright.
Maybe I'd start
With your wonderful Soul,
Constantly longing
To be out of control,
To be free of chains
And all that will bind,
To burn like a fire
Only fire could fight. ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2016 11:22pm
28th Dec 2016 11:22pm
Something From Nothing
In the beginning there has been, and will always be, nothing. In the beginning. With Time the illusion of Nothingness creates a dream of something, of being something, of having something, of existing, thus the creation of "life". The manifestation of Nothing into something. A dream created from a dream created from a dream, and so on. It is my belief that we, as people in general, are dreaming and indevidually we branch from the original dream into smaller, more personal dreams, creating for ourselves a sense of originality, of uniqueness, furthering the illusion that we are, that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2016 5:34am
16th Dec 2016 5:34am
I knew you once
Started as just a letter i never planned to send, turned into this. Whatever this is.
I knew you once.
The person you were helped me become who I am.
I kissed you once.
Each time youd turn to fire in my hands. Something happened though, something changed the way you smiled. The way you laughed. Something made you run away. Turn to things that dull the pain. Something made you die inside, and took all of your hope away.
I knew you once.
I knew your favorite food, your favorite color and your favorite show. I knew your different laughs and...
I knew you once.
The person you were helped me become who I am.
I kissed you once.
Each time youd turn to fire in my hands. Something happened though, something changed the way you smiled. The way you laughed. Something made you run away. Turn to things that dull the pain. Something made you die inside, and took all of your hope away.
I knew you once.
I knew your favorite food, your favorite color and your favorite show. I knew your different laughs and...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2016 6:53am
12th Dec 2016 6:53am
Can't Stop Me Now
Standing high above the world
atop an old, creaking chair.
Yearning for a hand to come
Outstretched by somebody who cares.
Nothing stretches out but Darkness,
And its cold, trembling hands,
Nothing makes a sound, save Silence,
Conquering a tired Man.
The chair rocks steady left to right,
Aching from the strain.
Trembling, as if scared to die,
Though, none would notice if it stayed.
Theres a certain beauty lingering,
Like rain on forrest fires
Everything feels right in place,
But I feel so damn tired.
The World...
atop an old, creaking chair.
Yearning for a hand to come
Outstretched by somebody who cares.
Nothing stretches out but Darkness,
And its cold, trembling hands,
Nothing makes a sound, save Silence,
Conquering a tired Man.
The chair rocks steady left to right,
Aching from the strain.
Trembling, as if scared to die,
Though, none would notice if it stayed.
Theres a certain beauty lingering,
Like rain on forrest fires
Everything feels right in place,
But I feel so damn tired.
The World...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 1:51am
14th Nov 2016 1:51am
Alone
Not really sure what to do with this, i feel like i could expand but also feel like it says enough how it is but i also feel like its just trash. AnywY, here it is:
It makes no difference, its set in stone
The poor and and the rich, they all die alone.
Lost in this world, lost in themselves,
Lost in all the things that they thought would help.
I hear them cry and I hear them scream,
Lost in the nightmares they mistook for dreams.
When will it end, will come the day
When everything is right, when it feels okay?
It makes no difference, its set in stone
The poor and and the rich, they all die alone.
Lost in this world, lost in themselves,
Lost in all the things that they thought would help.
I hear them cry and I hear them scream,
Lost in the nightmares they mistook for dreams.
When will it end, will come the day
When everything is right, when it feels okay?
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