Submissions by Jay (. . . . . . .)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
From All, To All
From a doubt,
Spirals up a snare of weakness,
From a fear,
Lashes out a vision of bleakness,
From a fall,
Grimaces down a sickly illness,
From myself,
Am I crippled by enslaved meekness.
From a dream,
Arise the winds of illumination,
From a hope,
Are cast off the bonds of imitation,
From a purpose,
Unspoken words whisper of this haven,
From your smile,
Is born the renewal of recurrent occasion.
Yet from all is taken far greater than I,
The Other is nothing to the outshining eye,
To bow to a...
Spirals up a snare of weakness,
From a fear,
Lashes out a vision of bleakness,
From a fall,
Grimaces down a sickly illness,
From myself,
Am I crippled by enslaved meekness.
From a dream,
Arise the winds of illumination,
From a hope,
Are cast off the bonds of imitation,
From a purpose,
Unspoken words whisper of this haven,
From your smile,
Is born the renewal of recurrent occasion.
Yet from all is taken far greater than I,
The Other is nothing to the outshining eye,
To bow to a...
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Deep Inside Of Me
Of midday light and hues of splendor,
My heart has never known,
Of the laughs of men and the warmth of another,
I ponder untouched on the silent throne.
Of the glory of the beloved's chatter,
My ears have never heard,
Of the witless symphony of melodic pleasure,
My mind lies implacably unstirred.
Of the union of soul through a single glance,
My eyes have never perceived,
Of the unspoken promise of a single chance,
The father of lies was deceived.
Of the twinkling spark of the fabled lore,
My lips have never dreamed,...
My heart has never known,
Of the laughs of men and the warmth of another,
I ponder untouched on the silent throne.
Of the glory of the beloved's chatter,
My ears have never heard,
Of the witless symphony of melodic pleasure,
My mind lies implacably unstirred.
Of the union of soul through a single glance,
My eyes have never perceived,
Of the unspoken promise of a single chance,
The father of lies was deceived.
Of the twinkling spark of the fabled lore,
My lips have never dreamed,...
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Why We Write
We write to run, we write to fly,
To soar above the world,
We cry to feel, we cry to lie,
To escape the hidden sword.
I pain to live, to breathe again,
To heave in breaths of light,
I gasp for air, I seek the men,
Those few free who fight.
The sorrow slays, the sadness seeps,
Into the bones of night,
Where none but I, in solitude weeps,
With the forsaken gift of sight.
We fall to flee, we fly to fall,
To land amongst the clouds,
Above the sobs, above the crowds,
Where the Dream Realm welcomes all. [/font]
To soar above the world,
We cry to feel, we cry to lie,
To escape the hidden sword.
I pain to live, to breathe again,
To heave in breaths of light,
I gasp for air, I seek the men,
Those few free who fight.
The sorrow slays, the sadness seeps,
Into the bones of night,
Where none but I, in solitude weeps,
With the forsaken gift of sight.
We fall to flee, we fly to fall,
To land amongst the clouds,
Above the sobs, above the crowds,
Where the Dream Realm welcomes all. [/font]
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