Submissions by Fog_ofthe_Earth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Left Senseless
Please cold, sting my skin,
then numb this dieing pain.
Singe my ways and fill my breath,
each touch is burnt with life.
Pain screaming into my veins.
Ice bleeding into me the same.
Sinking in, killing my synthetic soul inside.
Leaving me to know and hold, again this tasteless life.
Paralyzed in time consuming a sinful faith.
Forgetting all I know, injecting into me the same.
Silence seeming golden, no longer hearing sound.
No more seeking nothings that I have already found.
Fading like the light leading me the way. ...
then numb this dieing pain.
Singe my ways and fill my breath,
each touch is burnt with life.
Pain screaming into my veins.
Ice bleeding into me the same.
Sinking in, killing my synthetic soul inside.
Leaving me to know and hold, again this tasteless life.
Paralyzed in time consuming a sinful faith.
Forgetting all I know, injecting into me the same.
Silence seeming golden, no longer hearing sound.
No more seeking nothings that I have already found.
Fading like the light leading me the way. ...
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The Place of Light
Another light less night tarnishes me with this filmy fog.
Loneliness embraces my body as I go on speaking with a cryptic tongue.
And I cannot rinse the shame from my face, surrendering my smile
to a city emptied of its splendor, where all faith is hard to find.
Detached from this taste of life, dancing differently in my mind.
Born nearly into exile, a lonely ripple against this wave of life.
This garden bearing trust and love, was thought a desert in my eyes.
Amidst the phantom shifting sands I'd sensed your body's alluring style.
Addressing...
Loneliness embraces my body as I go on speaking with a cryptic tongue.
And I cannot rinse the shame from my face, surrendering my smile
to a city emptied of its splendor, where all faith is hard to find.
Detached from this taste of life, dancing differently in my mind.
Born nearly into exile, a lonely ripple against this wave of life.
This garden bearing trust and love, was thought a desert in my eyes.
Amidst the phantom shifting sands I'd sensed your body's alluring style.
Addressing...
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Shaded Iris
Faithfully he buries the apprehension
emitting from his eyes.
This evoking hunger is proving much colder
than his lonesome life.
A bead of sweat traverses a separate body,
than the one he longs to feel
as he tenders to this calling,
only echos spill from his softly spoken lips.
The ecstasy upon him now intensifies,
as his pupils swallow every ounce of light.
No way of taking this from him now,
his eyes they're reaching for the back of his mind,
Shading his iris from the scorching sight
of the reality he no longer seeks to...
emitting from his eyes.
This evoking hunger is proving much colder
than his lonesome life.
A bead of sweat traverses a separate body,
than the one he longs to feel
as he tenders to this calling,
only echos spill from his softly spoken lips.
The ecstasy upon him now intensifies,
as his pupils swallow every ounce of light.
No way of taking this from him now,
his eyes they're reaching for the back of his mind,
Shading his iris from the scorching sight
of the reality he no longer seeks to...
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She Made Herself From Metal
This wretched world keeps on leaving her alone.
Ripped away from what she deserves the most.
She only wants to have him near enough to hold.
The armor she wears, it makes her strong.
She made herself from metal.
She was cast and bent with its metallic mixture.
Gradually to disappear and emerging less tender.
She smiles at her shaped solid body tissue.
Retaining her sharp resistance in the wake.
She made herself from metal.
Gripping her skeletal framework, to strengthen its brittle bones
Her surface skin resembles formed shining sheets...
Ripped away from what she deserves the most.
She only wants to have him near enough to hold.
The armor she wears, it makes her strong.
She made herself from metal.
She was cast and bent with its metallic mixture.
Gradually to disappear and emerging less tender.
She smiles at her shaped solid body tissue.
Retaining her sharp resistance in the wake.
She made herself from metal.
Gripping her skeletal framework, to strengthen its brittle bones
Her surface skin resembles formed shining sheets...
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Sanctified
It was in a little town, consisting of just one stop sign and a school.
Situated aside the rest of the world, in the middle of the woods.
On dim lit nights, at times the clouds just hang from a tormented sky.
Down where the river bends, they cast a shade in the pale moon light.
With white knuckles the fog clings, tenaciously gripping the cold ground.
A whetted breeze licking at my earlobe, drags the cigarette smoke from my mouth.
Then pours it into my lungs like liquid, penetrating the dull nature of my senses.
Embossing the solace that's embracing my...
Situated aside the rest of the world, in the middle of the woods.
On dim lit nights, at times the clouds just hang from a tormented sky.
Down where the river bends, they cast a shade in the pale moon light.
With white knuckles the fog clings, tenaciously gripping the cold ground.
A whetted breeze licking at my earlobe, drags the cigarette smoke from my mouth.
Then pours it into my lungs like liquid, penetrating the dull nature of my senses.
Embossing the solace that's embracing my...
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Compass of The Monster
It`s white outside the spectrum I call
my rainbow and my shadow rides it like
there`s no tomorrow.
When the sun is shining brightly
but this winter is never ending.
Not surprising bitter envy is the ocean
unfit for charter for the compass of the
monster has long been broken.
Clinching fists, eyes of a martyr
for the compass of the monster
has long been broken.
The night is starless, rampaging aimless.
The unmatched destruction swamps the vessels
with heavy wake upon the shores of a heart,
that shoves the incessant hollars...
my rainbow and my shadow rides it like
there`s no tomorrow.
When the sun is shining brightly
but this winter is never ending.
Not surprising bitter envy is the ocean
unfit for charter for the compass of the
monster has long been broken.
Clinching fists, eyes of a martyr
for the compass of the monster
has long been broken.
The night is starless, rampaging aimless.
The unmatched destruction swamps the vessels
with heavy wake upon the shores of a heart,
that shoves the incessant hollars...
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