Submissions by FreyaJ
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pretty Vacant
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2016 9:15pm
21st May 2016 9:15pm
Reigning Heads
Iron hit ground with dull thump
Symbolism ending war
Yet blood must still yet flow
Traitors guilt
Spikes will have their heads
Nobles fall for noble causes
Has ever a king slept soundly ?
Symbolism ending war
Yet blood must still yet flow
Traitors guilt
Spikes will have their heads
Nobles fall for noble causes
Has ever a king slept soundly ?
669 reads
9 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st May 2016 11:58am
21st May 2016 11:58am
Khepri
He yawned and stretched, every bone crunched it seemed as he did so, "I'm too old for this" he thought. Everyday since he could remember he had done the same thing, 365 days a year 7 days a week. Khepri was also dying, he knew, and was actually quite looking forward to the rest. Not that anyone cared but today was his 2157th birthday...he figured he'd earnt a bloody good rest.
He aged as the years rolled by, as each morning he dutifully rolled the sun across the sky. Not that he had much choice in the matter, belief had not only brought him into existence but had...
He aged as the years rolled by, as each morning he dutifully rolled the sun across the sky. Not that he had much choice in the matter, belief had not only brought him into existence but had...
649 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2016 10:41am
21st May 2016 10:41am
Wintress
Pretty as snowfall
Crystal shine in the dark
Cold blanket stifling life
Inviting like the virgin fall
Beautiful red upon white
Warm blood drawn, a frozen kiss
I the daughter of winter
Bride of Death, veiled in ice
Crystal shine in the dark
Cold blanket stifling life
Inviting like the virgin fall
Beautiful red upon white
Warm blood drawn, a frozen kiss
I the daughter of winter
Bride of Death, veiled in ice
665 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2016 6:19pm
20th May 2016 6:19pm
Beyond the Promised Land
Sometimes I dream of a white knight, or maybe is just a friend ?
But then its only a mirage, faceless with blurred edges, undefined.
Sometimes I dream of white flags, me personal war done,
don't matter even if is won, but peace of mind would be nice.
But reality along with a mirror are cruel mocking truths.
What knight would want this unvirtuous wench ?
Who wants to befriend a social pariah ?
An theres no peace for a devil.
I'm tired. Knuckles never healing, knees permanently bleeding,
pretending I got no feeling.
Armours rusted,...
But then its only a mirage, faceless with blurred edges, undefined.
Sometimes I dream of white flags, me personal war done,
don't matter even if is won, but peace of mind would be nice.
But reality along with a mirror are cruel mocking truths.
What knight would want this unvirtuous wench ?
Who wants to befriend a social pariah ?
An theres no peace for a devil.
I'm tired. Knuckles never healing, knees permanently bleeding,
pretending I got no feeling.
Armours rusted,...
653 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2016 6:26am
19th May 2016 6:26am
Who Wot Why an Where
Am I already dead ?
Did somone forget to tell me ?
Oh I can laugh an joke with the best of em
a hostess with the mostest
Morph into a mirage
anything you want me to be
Weigh em up an calculate
Slutty funny or stoopid play bunny
Extensive menu minus Michelin stars
your money your choice, but dont forget to tip
^^All that I can handle
Fake as a chameleon
a clown faced reptilian
as cold as the concrete that raised me
But somtimes...
Somtimes I meet a 'genuine'
Honesty forcing false to truly see
clearing...
Did somone forget to tell me ?
Oh I can laugh an joke with the best of em
a hostess with the mostest
Morph into a mirage
anything you want me to be
Weigh em up an calculate
Slutty funny or stoopid play bunny
Extensive menu minus Michelin stars
your money your choice, but dont forget to tip
^^All that I can handle
Fake as a chameleon
a clown faced reptilian
as cold as the concrete that raised me
But somtimes...
Somtimes I meet a 'genuine'
Honesty forcing false to truly see
clearing...
591 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
18th May 2016 3:35pm
18th May 2016 3:35pm
Lil' Jim
little jimmy finished writing her song
to late he knew, for she'd already gone
but it gave him somthing to do
in sleepless nights, lookin out from his 10th storey view
OH WHY DID SHE FLY
WOT REASONS WHY
now jimmy is left here to die
little jimmy looked out on his known patch of earth
no longer felt welcome, in his own planet of birth
she'd stolen his laughter an stole all his worth
only leaving the picture, she kept in her purse
OH IF ONLY HE'D KNOWN
WOT REASONS SHE'D FLOWN
poor jimmy wouldnt have felt so alone
little...
to late he knew, for she'd already gone
but it gave him somthing to do
in sleepless nights, lookin out from his 10th storey view
OH WHY DID SHE FLY
WOT REASONS WHY
now jimmy is left here to die
little jimmy looked out on his known patch of earth
no longer felt welcome, in his own planet of birth
she'd stolen his laughter an stole all his worth
only leaving the picture, she kept in her purse
OH IF ONLY HE'D KNOWN
WOT REASONS SHE'D FLOWN
poor jimmy wouldnt have felt so alone
little...
627 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2016 7:51pm
17th May 2016 7:51pm
Quiet Hero
He carries no arms
Wars with none
Labours with sweated brow
Toiling calloused hands
"Fair days pay for fair days work"
Provider
Husband
Father
The quiet hero
Wars with none
Labours with sweated brow
Toiling calloused hands
"Fair days pay for fair days work"
Provider
Husband
Father
The quiet hero
576 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2016 12:15pm
16th May 2016 12:15pm
Irishroulette@playedwithautomatic.com
Boredom
turn on tablet
entire human knowledge at tips
Despair descends
having not the imagination
to search anything new
Interests equal nil
Somtime
between what was
what is and
what could have been
I obviously died
turn on tablet
entire human knowledge at tips
Despair descends
having not the imagination
to search anything new
Interests equal nil
Somtime
between what was
what is and
what could have been
I obviously died
556 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2016 6:32am
16th May 2016 6:32am
Merciless
Born to rot, to decay
Cast into premade grave
Writhing worm of the forsaken
Then light
Burning promises
Odours of roses
In fear, in hope
Leave a comfortable crypt
Five years
Child of twilight
No longer dead
Not yet living
Learning yearning to walk
Kaleidoscopic vistas close graves
Yet living shy away
For deaths taint lingers
And I
No longer know
a home
Cast into premade grave
Writhing worm of the forsaken
Then light
Burning promises
Odours of roses
In fear, in hope
Leave a comfortable crypt
Five years
Child of twilight
No longer dead
Not yet living
Learning yearning to walk
Kaleidoscopic vistas close graves
Yet living shy away
For deaths taint lingers
And I
No longer know
a home
571 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 7:35am
18th Mar 2016 7:35am
Givin' it Large
"One Life...Live It"
Well how exactly do you mean?
7 billion wannabe heard or seen
7 billion look at me's
Aint our lives great !
worker ants let out on Saturday
So tell me Mr/Mrs Individual
with many 'You Tubing' the same
Who will remember your name?
Willing blog or clip to go viral
Praying for 15 minutes of fame
Everybody wannabe Sombody
Modern mechanised world
production processes an number crunching
ID cards as humans meld to the machine
Everybody is now Nobody
Any wonder Nobody is unhappy
Well how exactly do you mean?
7 billion wannabe heard or seen
7 billion look at me's
Aint our lives great !
worker ants let out on Saturday
So tell me Mr/Mrs Individual
with many 'You Tubing' the same
Who will remember your name?
Willing blog or clip to go viral
Praying for 15 minutes of fame
Everybody wannabe Sombody
Modern mechanised world
production processes an number crunching
ID cards as humans meld to the machine
Everybody is now Nobody
Any wonder Nobody is unhappy
593 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2016 1:00pm
17th Mar 2016 1:00pm
Standing Stones
Upon a gentle plateau
Solitary, yet feel not alone
For I hear my ancestors calling
from far off ancient home
in circular days, mystical pagan ways
At suns zenith
naked I lay upon heartstone
One hand caresses spirits of those before.
Other, essence of those to come
Circle now complete, mind becomes free
Energy, waves in undercurrents of charged eroticism
Revelations of wheels within wheels
As living, I a link, a bridge
Of all that was, an all that is to be
Realisations that nothing truly dies, or disappears
All we do...
Solitary, yet feel not alone
For I hear my ancestors calling
from far off ancient home
in circular days, mystical pagan ways
At suns zenith
naked I lay upon heartstone
One hand caresses spirits of those before.
Other, essence of those to come
Circle now complete, mind becomes free
Energy, waves in undercurrents of charged eroticism
Revelations of wheels within wheels
As living, I a link, a bridge
Of all that was, an all that is to be
Realisations that nothing truly dies, or disappears
All we do...
775 reads
5 Comments
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