Submissions by JadieSnow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 11:08pm
24th Dec 2012 11:08pm
Chronophile
What if all you were praying for,
was just a little more time
and the hands of god,
were mere hours and minutes
even seconds away
But
you spend your whole life
saying our time just isn't enough?
Time veers for no man
Secondhand or primary commit.
although it's precisely measured
by the way we could perceive it...
but whose to say,
we're not all just living second by second....
maybe our own clock hits 12,
almost depleted
and our ticker, clicks biologically
in a full 24...
was just a little more time
and the hands of god,
were mere hours and minutes
even seconds away
But
you spend your whole life
saying our time just isn't enough?
Time veers for no man
Secondhand or primary commit.
although it's precisely measured
by the way we could perceive it...
but whose to say,
we're not all just living second by second....
maybe our own clock hits 12,
almost depleted
and our ticker, clicks biologically
in a full 24...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 11:07pm
24th Dec 2012 11:07pm
Only time will tell,
Its better to be broken
than subjected to their bitter
hold,
and when her beauty
starts to take it's toll
I plead it will be quick
when that lust
finally slits my throat
I hope to false gods
that a non-existing apparition
confuses me into doing something sacrilegious,
and condemning me into a
twisted spirit,
Only then,
will I be so lost
I can be found,
broken down
and completely
turned around...
than subjected to their bitter
hold,
and when her beauty
starts to take it's toll
I plead it will be quick
when that lust
finally slits my throat
I hope to false gods
that a non-existing apparition
confuses me into doing something sacrilegious,
and condemning me into a
twisted spirit,
Only then,
will I be so lost
I can be found,
broken down
and completely
turned around...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 8:30pm
2nd Dec 2012 8:30pm
Melting point, Jadie and Rain
My Vision shifted,
beyond the starry night skies,
to widow, a widow to what was hearts deadly vice
She broke the chains that kept her cage,
and lost her only friend,
I was there with a rose
and the hope I could mend...
She was an angel, cleverly mangled
by the lies of her lover's voice,
If I could help, I would've without a choice,
a choice of chance
but as I tried to whisper softly in the echo of my care
she stood there stern, in her now craved harden stance..
--
Glass
Ashen lips
Frozen...
beyond the starry night skies,
to widow, a widow to what was hearts deadly vice
She broke the chains that kept her cage,
and lost her only friend,
I was there with a rose
and the hope I could mend...
She was an angel, cleverly mangled
by the lies of her lover's voice,
If I could help, I would've without a choice,
a choice of chance
but as I tried to whisper softly in the echo of my care
she stood there stern, in her now craved harden stance..
--
Glass
Ashen lips
Frozen...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 7:30pm
30th Nov 2012 7:30pm
Golden Ratio
"The Golden Ratio",
The result of a mathematicians fun
from the creatures to humans
and even the sun.
Digits to digits and dots to dots,
How beautiful the numbers,
bring out the plot,
This does not mean, if you please,
that you can plant these numbers
to create an open sea...
From the pyramids, to triangles
Pascals or the east
world can be seen from so many angles.
and from every degree.
we know the direction, speed and functionality,
simplistic now, as water flows,
a complex process, now a simple...
The result of a mathematicians fun
from the creatures to humans
and even the sun.
Digits to digits and dots to dots,
How beautiful the numbers,
bring out the plot,
This does not mean, if you please,
that you can plant these numbers
to create an open sea...
From the pyramids, to triangles
Pascals or the east
world can be seen from so many angles.
and from every degree.
we know the direction, speed and functionality,
simplistic now, as water flows,
a complex process, now a simple...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 7:29pm
30th Nov 2012 7:29pm
"Tea time with the Hatter and The Hare"
I hear a pitter patter coming up the path...
...
Oh rabbit,
you have the ever most grasp,
on something so complex....
yet you never watch those
ticking hands as they pass,
and not to mention
you're constantly leaving me tangled
in quite a mess,
I have to make up stories and tales
of the great adventures you and this world share,
Whispers
I even sold a few to a Lewis Carroll
Although I feel
I might of put their career in peril!
Oh rabbit, gimme that watch...
Oh lookie, the time!
It's a tea party! ...
...
Oh rabbit,
you have the ever most grasp,
on something so complex....
yet you never watch those
ticking hands as they pass,
and not to mention
you're constantly leaving me tangled
in quite a mess,
I have to make up stories and tales
of the great adventures you and this world share,
Whispers
I even sold a few to a Lewis Carroll
Although I feel
I might of put their career in peril!
Oh rabbit, gimme that watch...
Oh lookie, the time!
It's a tea party! ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 00:07am
26th Oct 2012 00:07am
Puzzle pieces
He who uses pain,
to produce a masterpiece
is often deemed insane,
.....Such a puzzling piece
who condemns the mentally injured
with such a putrid...
existence
He who is sought is often found
a few thousand years
and not even a sound....hmm
Civility has no savant
when the world has no goal
and the belligerent will hold no war
when the skies return fire
All our dreams,
are not always so out of reach
but a few pills here and there,
now that's our leader's treat
All and all
truth be told....
to produce a masterpiece
is often deemed insane,
.....Such a puzzling piece
who condemns the mentally injured
with such a putrid...
existence
He who is sought is often found
a few thousand years
and not even a sound....hmm
Civility has no savant
when the world has no goal
and the belligerent will hold no war
when the skies return fire
All our dreams,
are not always so out of reach
but a few pills here and there,
now that's our leader's treat
All and all
truth be told....
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 11:25pm
18th Oct 2012 11:25pm
I just want to go home
Everybody's so smart or so say the ignorant,
Even the compliment takes offense, when you all become a slave to it,
I'm not saying i'm untouched or selfish actions have no hold on me,
but I found my end, and I know when I need to take my leave,
-I just want to go home,
and I swear I'll find it.-
Behind everyone's logic,
I found a part so small
no compassion could touch it,
I'm level headed enough to know when,
something is killing me,
its not just emotions,
or this so called relationships and humanity,
I've been broken so...
Even the compliment takes offense, when you all become a slave to it,
I'm not saying i'm untouched or selfish actions have no hold on me,
but I found my end, and I know when I need to take my leave,
-I just want to go home,
and I swear I'll find it.-
Behind everyone's logic,
I found a part so small
no compassion could touch it,
I'm level headed enough to know when,
something is killing me,
its not just emotions,
or this so called relationships and humanity,
I've been broken so...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 11:30pm
17th Oct 2012 11:30pm
Two years now, R-EYE-P
It's been two years,
since the day you flew away,
you never died to me,
you just grew those beautiful shattered imaged wings,
To prove there was an angel,
for the likes of a
Casual everyday me,
You Ascended to another plane,
Giving us a reason to believe,
Ascending
Just in time,
When we saw what looked like the king
Finally perished,
We...
since the day you flew away,
you never died to me,
you just grew those beautiful shattered imaged wings,
To prove there was an angel,
for the likes of a
Casual everyday me,
You Ascended to another plane,
Giving us a reason to believe,
Ascending
Just in time,
When we saw what looked like the king
Finally perished,
We...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 11:29pm
17th Oct 2012 11:29pm
Eh.
Beautiful
how creation gets decimated
recreated and born to breed on different
and unleveled morals with no designated direction ,
we swirl around in circles,
but seemingly angled downward,
you'd, be correct if you guessed
it's just fancy wording for being screwed
over the years I never got tired of that beating,
in my chest
its the bruises it leaves behind,
i shuttered and lied my way so I didn't have to confess
impressed,
I made it this far,
while you lead me through the barrel of your gun
one shot left,
you...
how creation gets decimated
recreated and born to breed on different
and unleveled morals with no designated direction ,
we swirl around in circles,
but seemingly angled downward,
you'd, be correct if you guessed
it's just fancy wording for being screwed
over the years I never got tired of that beating,
in my chest
its the bruises it leaves behind,
i shuttered and lied my way so I didn't have to confess
impressed,
I made it this far,
while you lead me through the barrel of your gun
one shot left,
you...
937 reads
1 Comment
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