Submissions by Karrabear (Question)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry as a hobby and an emotional release. But I do really love it and hope to do something with my writing one day.
The Labyrinth Pt. 1
You know, papa always wanted boys. Me being born a girl though wasn't so bad, I was even told I would one day look like my beautiful mother with her small fragile looking body. The nightmare was that I was born with the brains my younger brother should have, I had courage and curiosity that did not benefit a girl. I was everything but, a boy. My dad did get a son, one to succeed him. But we all knew, even before his personality was formed, he would be no solider. Now, papa loved us no doubt, but worry and disappointment loomed over us high as the gods mountain.
I walked on. Thinking...
I walked on. Thinking...
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The Future Belongs To The Present
Destiny is a chain placed on humans,
fate is but another word to diminish us.
but we now hold power in our hands,
like never before,
we are in control.
With that control,
comes our demise.
The world just screwed us over hu?
But G-d himself must be scared sh**less;
of the future in our hands!
and the destruction brought on ourselves.
Yet still we stand,
destiny a word of past,
fate a word of romanticists.
And this future is ours.
It belong solely to us.
The present.
fate is but another word to diminish us.
but we now hold power in our hands,
like never before,
we are in control.
With that control,
comes our demise.
The world just screwed us over hu?
But G-d himself must be scared sh**less;
of the future in our hands!
and the destruction brought on ourselves.
Yet still we stand,
destiny a word of past,
fate a word of romanticists.
And this future is ours.
It belong solely to us.
The present.
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These Halls
If I walk down these halls,
Emty and bare.
Would you still hear.
Our echoing past?
Would you hear,
Our laugh,
Naive and young,
Would you hear us cry,
Like the world is done.
Would you hear us scream!
Loud with joy and might!
Would you hear our voices and understand,
This is family.
Twisted, betraying, dating and fallin,
Laughing and playing,
Crying 'n all.
Young and stupid,
But that's how we learn.
In our own small world.
Seprate from the outside...
Would you ever know,
How important these halls were?
The...
Emty and bare.
Would you still hear.
Our echoing past?
Would you hear,
Our laugh,
Naive and young,
Would you hear us cry,
Like the world is done.
Would you hear us scream!
Loud with joy and might!
Would you hear our voices and understand,
This is family.
Twisted, betraying, dating and fallin,
Laughing and playing,
Crying 'n all.
Young and stupid,
But that's how we learn.
In our own small world.
Seprate from the outside...
Would you ever know,
How important these halls were?
The...
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Deep Icy Prison
Fading to black,
Losing my mind,
Body left behind.
Silently floating,
Straight through he\\.
Burning slowly,
In icy flames,
Stuck,
Lost,
Deep in my own pain.
So when can I reach up,
And leave behind,
My icy prison.
Losing my mind,
Body left behind.
Silently floating,
Straight through he\\.
Burning slowly,
In icy flames,
Stuck,
Lost,
Deep in my own pain.
So when can I reach up,
And leave behind,
My icy prison.
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Night Town
Moon shines on the street,
Lighting the way through the night.
The cars are silent,
The shadows glaring,
No noise;
It's deafening.
And all alone
These streets are choking,
Suffocating.
My shadow stands taller than me,
While I cower in the moonlight.
This small town.
Seems strangly bigger.
Lighting the way through the night.
The cars are silent,
The shadows glaring,
No noise;
It's deafening.
And all alone
These streets are choking,
Suffocating.
My shadow stands taller than me,
While I cower in the moonlight.
This small town.
Seems strangly bigger.
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What's Been Done
Whats been said,
is said,
what's been done,
is done.
Pain and Happiness.
It's all but parts.
Of what you gave me.
And nothing can take away.
the memories.
Sweet or Sad,
But there is something,
that can repair the hole.
Left by you.
is said,
what's been done,
is done.
Pain and Happiness.
It's all but parts.
Of what you gave me.
And nothing can take away.
the memories.
Sweet or Sad,
But there is something,
that can repair the hole.
Left by you.
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Who Am I to Say?
If the gods spite us,
Or the world end in fire
Or ice,
I pray we all sleep tight.
And never know the pain,
Of fire.
But the sutleness
Of ice.
But if fire be quicker...
Who am I to say?
Or the world end in fire
Or ice,
I pray we all sleep tight.
And never know the pain,
Of fire.
But the sutleness
Of ice.
But if fire be quicker...
Who am I to say?
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Because
Because it's our life,
Our secret,
Our love.
Because it belongs.
Only to us.
Because we know.
It's our sweet love.
Whispered only,
In your ear,
Only my heart,
Beating like this.
Because it's ours.
Sweet and pure.
Because we know.
Our sweet love.
Our secret,
Our love.
Because it belongs.
Only to us.
Because we know.
It's our sweet love.
Whispered only,
In your ear,
Only my heart,
Beating like this.
Because it's ours.
Sweet and pure.
Because we know.
Our sweet love.
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Boy born in Gray
There was once a boy,
Born in gray.
Alas he came to love her,
More each day.
His sunshine girl.
Merry and sweet,
Soft and supple.
Alas that boy.
Born in gray,
Shrouded in self darkness.
He fell in love...
With the sun itself.
Born in gray.
Alas he came to love her,
More each day.
His sunshine girl.
Merry and sweet,
Soft and supple.
Alas that boy.
Born in gray,
Shrouded in self darkness.
He fell in love...
With the sun itself.
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Blame
It's you're fault I'm bleeding,
Laying on the ground.
Broken wings,
Caged and chained.
No hope,
Of coming back,
No freedom to fly in the sky,
It's my fault I loved you.
And let myself break down.
Laying on the ground.
Broken wings,
Caged and chained.
No hope,
Of coming back,
No freedom to fly in the sky,
It's my fault I loved you.
And let myself break down.
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What do you do?
What do you do?
Broken wings,
crying heart,
sky up above
with no way up.
What do you do?
With a broken heart?
A timeless fling,
long since gone,
a timeless thing
trapped inside.
What do you do?
If you still have not answered?
and more than anything.
you want to.
Broken wings,
crying heart,
sky up above
with no way up.
What do you do?
With a broken heart?
A timeless fling,
long since gone,
a timeless thing
trapped inside.
What do you do?
If you still have not answered?
and more than anything.
you want to.
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My Three Words
You say three words to one you love,
but what about,
to three loves?
You who fell in love,
what is is you see in me?
You who fell so fast,
why is it you fell?
You who kept silent,
how long have we been this way?
My three loves.
My heart beats so strongly for you.
My three words.
I can't say,
lips locked tight,
praying for freedom.
My three loves,
I want to tell you.
I Love You.
My three words.
but what about,
to three loves?
You who fell in love,
what is is you see in me?
You who fell so fast,
why is it you fell?
You who kept silent,
how long have we been this way?
My three loves.
My heart beats so strongly for you.
My three words.
I can't say,
lips locked tight,
praying for freedom.
My three loves,
I want to tell you.
I Love You.
My three words.
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