Submissions by Hearica
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel, or wish to feel which is a weird way to put it. Its like writing a short story, but in a lyrical sense.
SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2015 00:18am
30th May 2015 00:18am
Dreams
I can't stop til' the whole world knows my name,
But if they won't stop and listen to me.
They will miss out and that would be a shame,
Not for me cause I will be free.
I am not one of those people who are egotistic,
I simply know that I am what it takes to achieve,
I won't be one of those old things, left to go rustic,
I can make it out, I will escape, I will thieve.
Not many people can say they are truly happy,
I want to be one of those people,
I want the job, I want to be the one to change the nappy,
I want to...
But if they won't stop and listen to me.
They will miss out and that would be a shame,
Not for me cause I will be free.
I am not one of those people who are egotistic,
I simply know that I am what it takes to achieve,
I won't be one of those old things, left to go rustic,
I can make it out, I will escape, I will thieve.
Not many people can say they are truly happy,
I want to be one of those people,
I want the job, I want to be the one to change the nappy,
I want to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2015 00:17am
30th May 2015 00:17am
Water
Cold like ice, reflective like glass,
If it were to have a price, it would be worth more than the sky and grass.
It is most of our body, and rightly so,
Since it does indeed embody, what we cannot show.
We are all the same, though our thoughts are not,
Through all the fame or shame, we're part of a bigger plot.
So here is to what we are made of or at least mostly,
For you we must stick together, so very closely.
If it were to have a price, it would be worth more than the sky and grass.
It is most of our body, and rightly so,
Since it does indeed embody, what we cannot show.
We are all the same, though our thoughts are not,
Through all the fame or shame, we're part of a bigger plot.
So here is to what we are made of or at least mostly,
For you we must stick together, so very closely.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2015 00:10am
28th May 2015 00:10am
Names
I know I have many,
And I know more will come to play,
But I know I can complete any,
If I push aside anything in my way.
I want to achieve all I want,
All my hopes desires and dreams,
But I know things will come to taunt,
And I might tear at the seams.
I will rise above those who said I'd fail,
No time to give them the bail,
I will lift off my own black veil,
Whilst they're still chasing their tails.
So there take upon what I say,
I have no time for your games,
One day you might say...
And I know more will come to play,
But I know I can complete any,
If I push aside anything in my way.
I want to achieve all I want,
All my hopes desires and dreams,
But I know things will come to taunt,
And I might tear at the seams.
I will rise above those who said I'd fail,
No time to give them the bail,
I will lift off my own black veil,
Whilst they're still chasing their tails.
So there take upon what I say,
I have no time for your games,
One day you might say...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 9:51pm
22nd May 2015 9:51pm
Stardust
Life is a question,
But is also a answer in itself,
Thinking about it might take some digestion,
But I don't want to put it back on the shelf.
We are made of stardust,
We are all from the unknown,
All our own kind of artist,
We are all made of the same bone.
We are all unique,
Yet are all the same,
At times we are all weak,
But we get up again and play the game.
I might share my name,
But my story my own,
No-one is the same,
In my own right I sit on the throne.
...
But is also a answer in itself,
Thinking about it might take some digestion,
But I don't want to put it back on the shelf.
We are made of stardust,
We are all from the unknown,
All our own kind of artist,
We are all made of the same bone.
We are all unique,
Yet are all the same,
At times we are all weak,
But we get up again and play the game.
I might share my name,
But my story my own,
No-one is the same,
In my own right I sit on the throne.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2015 8:58pm
15th May 2015 8:58pm
Dig Deep
Cut of the skin is fault of the holder,
It is not their fault, you are the controller.
Depression doesn't make you cut,
Believe me, I know.
I used to want to stab my gut,
But now know to give it a throw.
I learnt to dig down deep,
And take a leap.
It was almost like being asleep,
But always in a state to weep.
For depression is a state of mind,
Which renders you blind.
Still having something to find,
And leave something behind.
It is not their fault, you are the controller.
Depression doesn't make you cut,
Believe me, I know.
I used to want to stab my gut,
But now know to give it a throw.
I learnt to dig down deep,
And take a leap.
It was almost like being asleep,
But always in a state to weep.
For depression is a state of mind,
Which renders you blind.
Still having something to find,
And leave something behind.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2015 6:23pm
15th May 2015 6:23pm
Two Feet
I was born with two feet,
I can rest them when taking a seat.
But I will not be beat,
I will not take defeat.
I use these two feet to move past,
What was is simply a draft.
It will all happen so fast,
For my future is mine to craft.
I know I will make it,
I'll get up after each hit.
I did fall I admit,
All I need is the kit.
I will make myself known,
I will be no clone.
I might now be unknown,
But someday I'll be on a throne.
I can rest them when taking a seat.
But I will not be beat,
I will not take defeat.
I use these two feet to move past,
What was is simply a draft.
It will all happen so fast,
For my future is mine to craft.
I know I will make it,
I'll get up after each hit.
I did fall I admit,
All I need is the kit.
I will make myself known,
I will be no clone.
I might now be unknown,
But someday I'll be on a throne.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2015 8:29pm
13th May 2015 8:29pm
Friction
They way you act must be a form of addiction,
A infliction cause by friction, from your written fiction, which is all a contradiction.
Its funny how you can insult me with words such as whore,
When you're such a bore, would you like to see the door?
You always start a war, pushing others to the floor,
When you yourself is all you stand up for.
You don't even have anything wrong with you,
When you speak, I hear nothing, and I swear its how you chew.
I might dramatic, problematic and of certain things a fanatic,
But you are simply child gone...
A infliction cause by friction, from your written fiction, which is all a contradiction.
Its funny how you can insult me with words such as whore,
When you're such a bore, would you like to see the door?
You always start a war, pushing others to the floor,
When you yourself is all you stand up for.
You don't even have anything wrong with you,
When you speak, I hear nothing, and I swear its how you chew.
I might dramatic, problematic and of certain things a fanatic,
But you are simply child gone...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th May 2015 8:01pm
12th May 2015 8:01pm
UpRising - Chapter Four - A Moment to Relax
The sky was still grey, but the sun bled through. Casting a thin light on the hills in the distance that were now visible after emerging from the forest. After an hour of running, we had to stop. Fatigue entered my body like a knife in my back. I think Erik wasn't as tired, but we both sat under a tree, over looking the valley. A thin, snake like silver river slithered at the bottom of the valley, and faded as it travelled away from us. It's a shame that the greyness of the sky made this place look miserable, I'd bet it would be enchanting in a warm, summer light. Winter doesn't display much...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 8:11pm
10th Apr 2015 8:11pm
Transparent Blood
I am hurt,
I am burnt.
Words hurt like knives,
And knives can take lives.
The blood seeps out of the breach,
As if it were a lesson you had to teach.
So on the words spit out,
As if we needed water for a drought.
But this blood I cannot see,
Yet it is to be.
For everyone to see,
This blood is like the sea.
Salty yet sweet,
Now this feeling is complete.
I cannot say I like it,
But I've learnt to grin and bare it.
It does indeed hurt,
I'll stick to being...
I am burnt.
Words hurt like knives,
And knives can take lives.
The blood seeps out of the breach,
As if it were a lesson you had to teach.
So on the words spit out,
As if we needed water for a drought.
But this blood I cannot see,
Yet it is to be.
For everyone to see,
This blood is like the sea.
Salty yet sweet,
Now this feeling is complete.
I cannot say I like it,
But I've learnt to grin and bare it.
It does indeed hurt,
I'll stick to being...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 9:58pm
8th Apr 2015 9:58pm
Me, Myself and Tears
if you actually know me, then... Ta-da?
How can I feel for people,
If I can't feel a thing.
And each time I do,
All that's left is a sting.
You tell me I'm an adult,
And it's not like I want to be.
I wasn't done growing up,
But you just ran and flee.
I know it's not your fault,
We needed the extra money.
But I want to be your baby again,
Like when you'd wipe my nose when it was runny.
But now I won't be the youngest,
Because of a mistake.
And though I might look strong,
I feel...
How can I feel for people,
If I can't feel a thing.
And each time I do,
All that's left is a sting.
You tell me I'm an adult,
And it's not like I want to be.
I wasn't done growing up,
But you just ran and flee.
I know it's not your fault,
We needed the extra money.
But I want to be your baby again,
Like when you'd wipe my nose when it was runny.
But now I won't be the youngest,
Because of a mistake.
And though I might look strong,
I feel...
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 11:04pm
6th Apr 2015 11:04pm
The Toothless Lion - Game of Thrones
A toothless lion is a dead one,
Whilst you withered your own wealth,
You were saved by your son,
Who brought your house to health.
Almost killed by your own kind,
But saved by the kennelmaster,
You are not one of mankind,
Yet you led yourself to disaster.
So Tytos Lannister,
Why did you stand and watch the clock,
You hid behind the bannister,
At your home of Casterly Rock.
You were indeed a lion, yes,
But teethed like a cub,
Stepped down leaving a mess,
To your own young lion...
Whilst you withered your own wealth,
You were saved by your son,
Who brought your house to health.
Almost killed by your own kind,
But saved by the kennelmaster,
You are not one of mankind,
Yet you led yourself to disaster.
So Tytos Lannister,
Why did you stand and watch the clock,
You hid behind the bannister,
At your home of Casterly Rock.
You were indeed a lion, yes,
But teethed like a cub,
Stepped down leaving a mess,
To your own young lion...
#Fanfiction
#rhyming
#lion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 10:48pm
6th Apr 2015 10:48pm
One Night
His fast breathing was hot and sticky against my neck.
His body over mine, but not in mine.
That deed was already done.
I stroked his face, he was sweating, panting, warm.
I knew this meant so much to him, cause he knew me well.
And he knew, that this was it.
I was his, and no-one could split us apart.
No matter how hard they tried.
His arms straight next to me, keeping him up.
He slowly and lightly lowered himself on top of me.
And wrapped him arms my chest.
He pecked my lightly on my lips, and then made his way down to my neck. ...
His body over mine, but not in mine.
That deed was already done.
I stroked his face, he was sweating, panting, warm.
I knew this meant so much to him, cause he knew me well.
And he knew, that this was it.
I was his, and no-one could split us apart.
No matter how hard they tried.
His arms straight next to me, keeping him up.
He slowly and lightly lowered himself on top of me.
And wrapped him arms my chest.
He pecked my lightly on my lips, and then made his way down to my neck. ...
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