Submissions by Giomarach
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 1:22pm
7th Nov 2012 1:22pm
A Forest of Shadows
She wont let them close for fear they might break her
but still they collect her and to the heartache take her.
The shadows embrace her, they do not surround her
deep in the forest, right where they found her.
Moving on the battlefield, Lyssa stands beside her
fighting, so they can tame the madness inside her.
but still they collect her and to the heartache take her.
The shadows embrace her, they do not surround her
deep in the forest, right where they found her.
Moving on the battlefield, Lyssa stands beside her
fighting, so they can tame the madness inside her.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 1:21pm
7th Nov 2012 1:21pm
One God Therein
All arms devoured.
All cities laid waste.
All freedom taken
and liberty stolen.
No law or order,
save the beckoning of some distant God.
Truth and honour,
split remnants of the past.
Forming a march towards the end
of time.
That all logical reason,
Statistical greed and envy,
Visions of the great and noble,
Can not halt,
Or wish to halt.
That thine art does bring forth
motives of Blooded Virgins,
Lonely Pilgrims & Lamb Testaments.
One world, with one throne,
and one God therein,
with a voice of thunder,...
All cities laid waste.
All freedom taken
and liberty stolen.
No law or order,
save the beckoning of some distant God.
Truth and honour,
split remnants of the past.
Forming a march towards the end
of time.
That all logical reason,
Statistical greed and envy,
Visions of the great and noble,
Can not halt,
Or wish to halt.
That thine art does bring forth
motives of Blooded Virgins,
Lonely Pilgrims & Lamb Testaments.
One world, with one throne,
and one God therein,
with a voice of thunder,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 10:13pm
6th Nov 2012 10:13pm
Bad Seed
Kill me,
my children
I don't understand.
What wrong, did I do
To breed such hate in you?
From Adam
to Eve
you live, to decieve.
I pray, for End Days
humanity's astray.
Earth is, ransacked
breaking Atlas's back.
Insects rise up, from the sin that crushed
overthrow, my throne
and burn themselves to dust.
Kill me,
my children
I meant you no ill will.
I'm falling, I fell
into my own Eden Hell.
my children
I don't understand.
What wrong, did I do
To breed such hate in you?
From Adam
to Eve
you live, to decieve.
I pray, for End Days
humanity's astray.
Earth is, ransacked
breaking Atlas's back.
Insects rise up, from the sin that crushed
overthrow, my throne
and burn themselves to dust.
Kill me,
my children
I meant you no ill will.
I'm falling, I fell
into my own Eden Hell.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 10:12pm
6th Nov 2012 10:12pm
Waters of Enlightenment
Sunk my censor ship
iceburg in muddy waters,
I'll drain your tidal basin
till your desert runs dry,
cry for it, you're losing it.
Pointless swimming
raft of misfortune,
it will end
in another deserted island,
Bring your monarchs with you.
And settle on the shores
of misfits and anarchists,
shrug off the statues now
you are your only God.
iceburg in muddy waters,
I'll drain your tidal basin
till your desert runs dry,
cry for it, you're losing it.
Pointless swimming
raft of misfortune,
it will end
in another deserted island,
Bring your monarchs with you.
And settle on the shores
of misfits and anarchists,
shrug off the statues now
you are your only God.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 7:39pm
27th Mar 2012 7:39pm
Rise from your mistakes
Self determined
devil vampire
rose from her mistakes,
grew above the ancient wired
platform that slowly breaks.
Threw upon her garment white
to cover up her pain,
she holds her head high
and wanders,
through the streets that never change.
devil vampire
rose from her mistakes,
grew above the ancient wired
platform that slowly breaks.
Threw upon her garment white
to cover up her pain,
she holds her head high
and wanders,
through the streets that never change.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 7:26pm
27th Mar 2012 7:26pm
Cliff-Face
Little girl, little girl
where do you hide?
One named vanity, one named pride.
Little boy, little boy
where do you run?
Straight off a cliff for the deeds you have done.
where do you hide?
One named vanity, one named pride.
Little boy, little boy
where do you run?
Straight off a cliff for the deeds you have done.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2011 5:53pm
15th Nov 2011 5:53pm
Exploiting Insanity
Eleven thousand years ago, neolithic cavemen were, through a process called trepaning, drilling holes into their heads in order to release evil spirits from their skulls. This could be argued as the first signs of trying to treat mental illness in human history, skip back to the present day and curing mental illnesses is a multi billion dollar industry.
Everyone knows the basic principle, you take a pill and you get better, but this theory has only been around for the last 60 years or so, when companies realised they could profit greatly. And with the introduction of amphetamine the...
Everyone knows the basic principle, you take a pill and you get better, but this theory has only been around for the last 60 years or so, when companies realised they could profit greatly. And with the introduction of amphetamine the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 11:24pm
14th Nov 2011 11:24pm
Locket.
I stumble awake.
Crunching bare foot downstairs,
a parties ruin reminding me of the night before.
As I enter the ballroom I'm fearing the scene,
of half eaten appetisers collecting dust on the oak floor.
The fireplace still burns, catching something in it's light,
metal, glowing in the embers that illuminate the silent night.
A locket, it was hers. Had she been here?
I know it's impossible, but the sudden cold shock of it almost brings me to tear.
I fumble with the latch.
A cold silver clasp.
The middle seperated with two shards of glass,...
Crunching bare foot downstairs,
a parties ruin reminding me of the night before.
As I enter the ballroom I'm fearing the scene,
of half eaten appetisers collecting dust on the oak floor.
The fireplace still burns, catching something in it's light,
metal, glowing in the embers that illuminate the silent night.
A locket, it was hers. Had she been here?
I know it's impossible, but the sudden cold shock of it almost brings me to tear.
I fumble with the latch.
A cold silver clasp.
The middle seperated with two shards of glass,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 2:54pm
14th Nov 2011 2:54pm
Rose Heart
I found you
a faded rose
amongst
dry sand
Your roots
gripping
to an empty
soil
your thorns
hardening
against
everyone
your stem
pushing you,
out to taste
fresh air
your leafs
begging to
some
primal god.
Silently you
cry.
"Why
was I planted like this?"
In amongst
the extremes
of the dry
and empty.
This desert
sliding
like some
lying serpent
to eternity,
an incomplete
circle
of life
a fading beauty...
a faded rose
amongst
dry sand
Your roots
gripping
to an empty
soil
your thorns
hardening
against
everyone
your stem
pushing you,
out to taste
fresh air
your leafs
begging to
some
primal god.
Silently you
cry.
"Why
was I planted like this?"
In amongst
the extremes
of the dry
and empty.
This desert
sliding
like some
lying serpent
to eternity,
an incomplete
circle
of life
a fading beauty...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 2:53pm
14th Nov 2011 2:53pm
God is a Metaphor
Step forth man
Destroyer of Worlds
Death unto,
Thy Gods.
Meet thy Master
And crucify his flesh,
Wear the Crown
of frozen thorns.
Weep as Thanatos has
Sung his last song.
now the World Will
Tear
like the splitting
of a greasy atom.
I See
Oil
Flesh
Iron.
building this fucking
Lie until
ash eclipse us.
And tear down all of the walls
Jericho built.
With Workers blood.
Dig deeper, Dig it up.
Grave robber!
Where do we lay you to rest?
in a pit?
or in a...
Destroyer of Worlds
Death unto,
Thy Gods.
Meet thy Master
And crucify his flesh,
Wear the Crown
of frozen thorns.
Weep as Thanatos has
Sung his last song.
now the World Will
Tear
like the splitting
of a greasy atom.
I See
Oil
Flesh
Iron.
building this fucking
Lie until
ash eclipse us.
And tear down all of the walls
Jericho built.
With Workers blood.
Dig deeper, Dig it up.
Grave robber!
Where do we lay you to rest?
in a pit?
or in a...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 00:41am
14th Nov 2011 00:41am
A Happy Ending
I took
a life
today
I wanted
to say
I'd killed someone.
It was not
a big
deal
I could have
sworn
she was already dead.
a life
today
I wanted
to say
I'd killed someone.
It was not
a big
deal
I could have
sworn
she was already dead.
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 00:40am
14th Nov 2011 00:40am
Epiphany Found
Pain is like a
comfort
a blanket on my
skin
blood is like a
shower
washes away my
sin
I sense a boundless
passage
ending just
in stone
turning over a new
leaf
I slowly start
for home.
comfort
a blanket on my
skin
blood is like a
shower
washes away my
sin
I sense a boundless
passage
ending just
in stone
turning over a new
leaf
I slowly start
for home.
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