Submissions by IsaacNewe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If i spoke as much as i think, i'd die of lack of oxygen. If i thought as much as i speak, i'd be brain dead. I just write anything, sometimes it's good, usually it's bad, but it keeps me sane-ish
SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 8:01am
16th Feb 2013 8:01am
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Lying hopeless on the floor,
In my mind, it's all i know,
how to cope with more and more,
Stupid fears that fail to show,
How to be,
Successfully,
Unknown.
The colours always change,
The shape always remains,
The voice it can't be faked,
And i just can't seem to take,
It can never be mine,
It doesn't want to be.
Soothing concern when it comes my way,
Failing deeply when the eyes are rolled,
Picking brains, not knowing what to say,
An endless mind just can not be bold.
Carelessly,
Respectfully,
Unknown.
...
In my mind, it's all i know,
how to cope with more and more,
Stupid fears that fail to show,
How to be,
Successfully,
Unknown.
The colours always change,
The shape always remains,
The voice it can't be faked,
And i just can't seem to take,
It can never be mine,
It doesn't want to be.
Soothing concern when it comes my way,
Failing deeply when the eyes are rolled,
Picking brains, not knowing what to say,
An endless mind just can not be bold.
Carelessly,
Respectfully,
Unknown.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 7:57am
16th Feb 2013 7:57am
The Fake Revolutionary
They’re all keen to be different, their own man, so to speak,
They are all so persistent, to call themselves unique,
Nineteen-Sixties’ dreams, twisted by modern minds,
Grow your hair, strange clothes, Means nothing, you will find,
Qualifications, so bright, insightful with your art,
Past generations, did fight, for a dream we’ve torn apart,
You say you’re Marxist, no pay, as you visit a Capitalist Bank,
A Trotskyite, you say, while you march in the Right-wing ranks,
Diluted politics, filtered in pretentious skulls,
No care for morals or ethics, too...
They are all so persistent, to call themselves unique,
Nineteen-Sixties’ dreams, twisted by modern minds,
Grow your hair, strange clothes, Means nothing, you will find,
Qualifications, so bright, insightful with your art,
Past generations, did fight, for a dream we’ve torn apart,
You say you’re Marxist, no pay, as you visit a Capitalist Bank,
A Trotskyite, you say, while you march in the Right-wing ranks,
Diluted politics, filtered in pretentious skulls,
No care for morals or ethics, too...
681 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 3:37pm
15th Feb 2013 3:37pm
Sands Eternal Mist
Mist that moves across the hills,
sand from hooves are turned to dust,
and dust to mist, a circle thus,
as patient as time yet as swift as sound,
A sword and shield mortality bound,
For here such mentality kills,
A memory is worth no more than a dream,
and here the sun will show you a stream,
But this stream is just hot, yellow and dry,
Then the faces you miss, you see one last time,
You see the chances you missed in your prime,
then fall to your knees, content you shall die,
Find your way home, not your body,...
sand from hooves are turned to dust,
and dust to mist, a circle thus,
as patient as time yet as swift as sound,
A sword and shield mortality bound,
For here such mentality kills,
A memory is worth no more than a dream,
and here the sun will show you a stream,
But this stream is just hot, yellow and dry,
Then the faces you miss, you see one last time,
You see the chances you missed in your prime,
then fall to your knees, content you shall die,
Find your way home, not your body,...
990 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 3:34pm
15th Feb 2013 3:34pm
Unchanging
A view on the jagged mountain o’er the merciless waves,
Admiring the vessel on the waters she braves,
And as I watched the fine thing sail away,
My heart did sadly sing for here I would stay,
The wind was strong but the temperature mild,
The graves were calm as when I was a child,
From my youth no one knew I did remain,
Nostalgic I look at their graves with great pain,
As I walked the old street all the memories came to me,
Of games played and fights fought and those I loved truly,
During my wandering I crossed a passer-by,
I smiled but he...
Admiring the vessel on the waters she braves,
And as I watched the fine thing sail away,
My heart did sadly sing for here I would stay,
The wind was strong but the temperature mild,
The graves were calm as when I was a child,
From my youth no one knew I did remain,
Nostalgic I look at their graves with great pain,
As I walked the old street all the memories came to me,
Of games played and fights fought and those I loved truly,
During my wandering I crossed a passer-by,
I smiled but he...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 7:35pm
13th Dec 2012 7:35pm
Selfish freedom
I put on my worn out shoes and stumbled out the door,
Dusted down and looked around I won’t come here no more,
I got the bus then got the train then I lost my way,
Such was my destination i knew that’s where I would stay,
Forget the memories I once had they’re now but dreams,
I’m off to see the laughter, tears and screams.
First I went to Calgary why I do not know,
Then I went to San Jose, Detroit and then Rio,
When I got to Vina Del Mar I began to pine,
I saw a soul that I longed to be mine,
I asked if she was rooted or if she was free,
And...
Dusted down and looked around I won’t come here no more,
I got the bus then got the train then I lost my way,
Such was my destination i knew that’s where I would stay,
Forget the memories I once had they’re now but dreams,
I’m off to see the laughter, tears and screams.
First I went to Calgary why I do not know,
Then I went to San Jose, Detroit and then Rio,
When I got to Vina Del Mar I began to pine,
I saw a soul that I longed to be mine,
I asked if she was rooted or if she was free,
And...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 8:18pm
2nd Dec 2012 8:18pm
I am my shadow
A violet haze,
the green of the maze,
Colour has beauty, it's true,
But after so many days,
in this pitiful phase,
none of this colour shows through,
We are made of such glorious shades,
The red of our blood,
the greeny-blue of our veins,
the yellow of fat and urine,
the white of our eyes is sublime,
i am made of this colouring too,
but all i see is black and gray,
i even long for the sorrow of blue,
and when they look at me they dont see what i see,
they dont have my view form inside,
they dont see the sludge in my mind,
i...
the green of the maze,
Colour has beauty, it's true,
But after so many days,
in this pitiful phase,
none of this colour shows through,
We are made of such glorious shades,
The red of our blood,
the greeny-blue of our veins,
the yellow of fat and urine,
the white of our eyes is sublime,
i am made of this colouring too,
but all i see is black and gray,
i even long for the sorrow of blue,
and when they look at me they dont see what i see,
they dont have my view form inside,
they dont see the sludge in my mind,
i...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 7:55pm
28th Nov 2012 7:55pm
Roadside Boy
A pure boy, a heart of gold,
A future gone, Sixteen years old,
A roadside stained with blood and chalk,
Mere excuse for poisoned lips to talk,
His mortal flesh that does decay,
It shall not hold any sway,
Over his immortal soul or memory,
Sirens call men to their end,
They make their tune and flash their lights,
Senseless speed around the bend,
A waste of life,
A futile plight…
A future gone, Sixteen years old,
A roadside stained with blood and chalk,
Mere excuse for poisoned lips to talk,
His mortal flesh that does decay,
It shall not hold any sway,
Over his immortal soul or memory,
Sirens call men to their end,
They make their tune and flash their lights,
Senseless speed around the bend,
A waste of life,
A futile plight…
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 7:49pm
28th Nov 2012 7:49pm
Black,White,Left and Right
To the left of me is the Godless, to the right of me the Holy,
Behind me are my failings, and in front lie what i hope to be,
To my left hand side the libertine, to the right the conservative,
Behind me are my lamentations, in front are my expectations,
All these things around me somehow reflect just who i am,
I'll try and ignore every one of them, yet embrace them when i can,
To my left i see cold-blooded murder, to my right i see a 'choice'
To my left i see a 'choice', to my right i see illegality,
In front i see wings...
Behind me are my failings, and in front lie what i hope to be,
To my left hand side the libertine, to the right the conservative,
Behind me are my lamentations, in front are my expectations,
All these things around me somehow reflect just who i am,
I'll try and ignore every one of them, yet embrace them when i can,
To my left i see cold-blooded murder, to my right i see a 'choice'
To my left i see a 'choice', to my right i see illegality,
In front i see wings...
636 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 8:55pm
26th Nov 2012 8:55pm
Footsteps in the mist
Staring are the eyes that aren’t there,
Quicken do your feet as you wonder,
Turn the corner as calm blankets fear,
No more rain or thunder,
Don’t you see the eyes that are glowing?
Now is when you should start to worry,
You’ll never reach where you’re going ,
there is no need to hurry,
Quicken do your feet as you wonder,
Turn the corner as calm blankets fear,
No more rain or thunder,
Don’t you see the eyes that are glowing?
Now is when you should start to worry,
You’ll never reach where you’re going ,
there is no need to hurry,
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 8:52pm
26th Nov 2012 8:52pm
Lost Girl
The young round the table,
laughing unhindered,
She is so happy
drinking her fill,
Too many pills and
she hits the floor,
Young all now standing,
laughing no more,
For centuries now
she sits alone,
She doesn’t know how,
But the laughter is gone,
There’s a constant chill,
The air is too still,
Sits in confusion,
Drinking her fill,
laughing unhindered,
She is so happy
drinking her fill,
Too many pills and
she hits the floor,
Young all now standing,
laughing no more,
For centuries now
she sits alone,
She doesn’t know how,
But the laughter is gone,
There’s a constant chill,
The air is too still,
Sits in confusion,
Drinking her fill,
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 6:13pm
24th Nov 2012 6:13pm
The fear that freedom brings
We are the men of the new land,
we may have made a blunder,
for we fought those from our homeland,
we fought through sun and thunder,
so yes we gained our victory,
our independence too,
though I abhor this bickering,
I believe this cause is true,
our blunder was our liberty,
for those in power have gone mad,
because of their idiocy,
our kindred folk they are so sad,
decades after we fought our first foe,
the enemy stayed our enemy? No.
Our enemy is ourselves, as we continue to grow,
we believe it is time for us to go.
we may have made a blunder,
for we fought those from our homeland,
we fought through sun and thunder,
so yes we gained our victory,
our independence too,
though I abhor this bickering,
I believe this cause is true,
our blunder was our liberty,
for those in power have gone mad,
because of their idiocy,
our kindred folk they are so sad,
decades after we fought our first foe,
the enemy stayed our enemy? No.
Our enemy is ourselves, as we continue to grow,
we believe it is time for us to go.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 6:08pm
24th Nov 2012 6:08pm
Angels and their spaceship
All was still and all was calm on this very irregular night,
When all out of nothing, a flash, spectacular and bright,
All over the land, heads were raised to the night sky,
Three of them were wandering over the desert dry,
One pointed, he need not have, for the others were well aware,
On they rode, trusting white skin and yellow hair,
Way back east when visited, not one could he truly convince,
Yet now they saw his word was true, they hurried to meet their prince.
In a stable stood a man, full of fear, love and pride,
Gazing as he stood, he laughed,...
When all out of nothing, a flash, spectacular and bright,
All over the land, heads were raised to the night sky,
Three of them were wandering over the desert dry,
One pointed, he need not have, for the others were well aware,
On they rode, trusting white skin and yellow hair,
Way back east when visited, not one could he truly convince,
Yet now they saw his word was true, they hurried to meet their prince.
In a stable stood a man, full of fear, love and pride,
Gazing as he stood, he laughed,...
664 reads
2 Comments
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