Submissions by I_was_rare_once (RareFaction)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write to release. I love writing and if you want to teach me a new style, reach out! i am open to hear and learn.much love and happy writing!
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:18am
22nd Jan 2025 4:18am
Faces
All those cries for help.
And I was surrounded by happy faces, sad faces, empty faces...
And then There was no one.
And then different faces.
Hopeful faces
Distant faces
Lost faces
I chose my own face
I broke the mirror later
Alone and not worried.
Worried when not alone.
Empathy entered my heart and took my soul.
I care.
About happy faces, hopeful faces, lost faces.
So i wrote some letters and shaped them like poems
They couldnt help like I designed.
So I chose no faces.
Numbers not names.
They live...
And I was surrounded by happy faces, sad faces, empty faces...
And then There was no one.
And then different faces.
Hopeful faces
Distant faces
Lost faces
I chose my own face
I broke the mirror later
Alone and not worried.
Worried when not alone.
Empathy entered my heart and took my soul.
I care.
About happy faces, hopeful faces, lost faces.
So i wrote some letters and shaped them like poems
They couldnt help like I designed.
So I chose no faces.
Numbers not names.
They live...
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
Willow
Why not just sit and watch the willows.
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
#abuse
#conflict
#revenge
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 10:52am
29th Nov 2024 10:52am
There is so much more
I see a light shining ever so brightly.
Shall I take time, address it in cleverness politely?
I bow before something far beyond the fleshly.
He tells me not to bow and only gently he reminds me.
I am your passage not your keeper, not your friend.
Sent by Him who is to take you where you haven't been.
My head spun in fright as he stood up to his full hight; his body shone like the sunshine.
Please do not fear me sir, I've only come to guide you.
Where we will go is hell unknown to mortals who appear here.
Downwards I continued until hell I...
Shall I take time, address it in cleverness politely?
I bow before something far beyond the fleshly.
He tells me not to bow and only gently he reminds me.
I am your passage not your keeper, not your friend.
Sent by Him who is to take you where you haven't been.
My head spun in fright as he stood up to his full hight; his body shone like the sunshine.
Please do not fear me sir, I've only come to guide you.
Where we will go is hell unknown to mortals who appear here.
Downwards I continued until hell I...
#hell
#nightmares
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Nov 2024 4:46am
25th Nov 2024 4:46am
Freedom isn't free
Maybe your not that bad,
Maybe it's all just in my head.
Maybe you'll turn around
Maybe you'll change the way I see you.
I see you...
Oh how long I've seen you...
I'm not the kind of guy
Who loses his passion, patience, rationale and reason so shamelessly.
So maybe I was always wrong.
Maybe it's all just lost tomorrow;
And I've lost my will for sorrow.
It's been so many years.
I break and heal and broke so hard I'd hardly call it real how often I take you as you are.
Is it ever really good of me, to love you...
Maybe it's all just in my head.
Maybe you'll turn around
Maybe you'll change the way I see you.
I see you...
Oh how long I've seen you...
I'm not the kind of guy
Who loses his passion, patience, rationale and reason so shamelessly.
So maybe I was always wrong.
Maybe it's all just lost tomorrow;
And I've lost my will for sorrow.
It's been so many years.
I break and heal and broke so hard I'd hardly call it real how often I take you as you are.
Is it ever really good of me, to love you...
#abuse
#anger
#SelfReflection
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2024 6:21am
21st Nov 2024 6:21am
Sanctuary
These white halls of pure light essence;
All doors lead the same.
For my resolve, your evanescence does flicker.
Marbled slave irony.
The rain drop falls in sweetened silence until the peace breaks the puddles ripped violence.
Oh dear finality,
My sanctuary.
Outside the world is so cold.
And whiter then home.
The bite makes bitter and the cold fights sinners in justice trials and won.
I want to be warm forever, shield me in your ever dream filled arms;
Never let me flee the white and red halls and quiet hushed calms.
I...
All doors lead the same.
For my resolve, your evanescence does flicker.
Marbled slave irony.
The rain drop falls in sweetened silence until the peace breaks the puddles ripped violence.
Oh dear finality,
My sanctuary.
Outside the world is so cold.
And whiter then home.
The bite makes bitter and the cold fights sinners in justice trials and won.
I want to be warm forever, shield me in your ever dream filled arms;
Never let me flee the white and red halls and quiet hushed calms.
I...
#memories
#peace
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 6:26am
9th Nov 2024 6:26am
Cold cold flesh coils
Another day ends.
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
Another soul lost.
Just another peaceful winter night.
Just the streets and the crisp crisp air that pleases my lungs as they burn in cold contentment.
This isn't living.
Not just being alive...
Death is coequal with love and life.
Not a curse-
(Not a kindness)
I don't ask for much.
And I don't mind when I don't get much either.
It's these moments that I shall keep.
When my soil puppet like the snow fades away in the nice night air.
Don't remember me.
Wounds and loss deepest in my view.
To...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#IMissYou
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
#61
Well I built my home on a resting ground.
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
#depression
#graveyard
#grief
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2024 4:56am
2nd Nov 2024 4:56am
Big small, world.
There are roughly 3 million people in Texas.
That's 3,000,000.
I am the only one who is me.
It's hard to feel special in the face of those kinds of oddly simple numbers as I had pointed out to someone.
When you see 3,000,000 you don't think of anything other then what you read.
Still for some reason I feel very...
Loved, unique and valuable.
Like.
I am right where I need to be.
Right where my purpose is.
God has set me right here.
Even though there are countless other unique lives and personalities and interests, I feel at home in this...
That's 3,000,000.
I am the only one who is me.
It's hard to feel special in the face of those kinds of oddly simple numbers as I had pointed out to someone.
When you see 3,000,000 you don't think of anything other then what you read.
Still for some reason I feel very...
Loved, unique and valuable.
Like.
I am right where I need to be.
Right where my purpose is.
God has set me right here.
Even though there are countless other unique lives and personalities and interests, I feel at home in this...
#peace
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
#102
Long days in old school hallways bottle flipping choco true moo with no friends always.
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
#childhood
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2024 6:35am
18th Oct 2024 6:35am
Forever syndrome strain 1
This flesh does quiver and quake.
And dissolves away into eternal breath.
It drips into flows of futures yet saved.
The face leaves its temple and joins in sweet rest.
A shine unknown by many.
Hands I cannot replicate so softly caressed
Mortality in part endures.
My heart and my chest.
Moments slip into forever bound memory.
Allegiance assured.
Swear it, I swore and the past was no more
Time wound in captivity.
A time in ones life full of columns and flight;
Has anything looked so appealing?
I reached for the apple...
And dissolves away into eternal breath.
It drips into flows of futures yet saved.
The face leaves its temple and joins in sweet rest.
A shine unknown by many.
Hands I cannot replicate so softly caressed
Mortality in part endures.
My heart and my chest.
Moments slip into forever bound memory.
Allegiance assured.
Swear it, I swore and the past was no more
Time wound in captivity.
A time in ones life full of columns and flight;
Has anything looked so appealing?
I reached for the apple...
#emotional
#loneliness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2024 9:11am
16th Oct 2024 9:11am
Remember the right us?
Run from me, run from me.
Why do you come to me; come to see?
Aren't I your enemy fantasy?
Who is really right?
I don't want to be uptight.
Bad match...
Into we so intriguing.
We like to start fighting freely-
Both are bleeding, seathing.
You say I cut too deep.
I just can't believe.
Drip.
Goes the hatred.
You don't even try.
Wicked.
So you betrayed it.
Can you even cry?
Victim indeed I cannot believe this is the person who I gave the slip.
Just a sip of love.
You can't see my eyes...
Why do you come to me; come to see?
Aren't I your enemy fantasy?
Who is really right?
I don't want to be uptight.
Bad match...
Into we so intriguing.
We like to start fighting freely-
Both are bleeding, seathing.
You say I cut too deep.
I just can't believe.
Drip.
Goes the hatred.
You don't even try.
Wicked.
So you betrayed it.
Can you even cry?
Victim indeed I cannot believe this is the person who I gave the slip.
Just a sip of love.
You can't see my eyes...
#breakup
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2024 6:10am
12th Oct 2024 6:10am
Seer abstractionism
Knowing colors lie.
You have the same things as I...
Fellow note taker.
You have the same things as I...
Fellow note taker.
#friendship
#haiku
#wisdom
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