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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 5:57pm
30th Jan 2014 5:57pm
My Chosen
What is it about this world that I so long to be in?
I only wish to bask in its open creativity,
Yet I must constrain myself to first learn,
Learn how to wield it like the fabled pen.
So why do I love it?
When I'm not the best of talent,
At time I'm average but unknowing
My memory is gone by the minuet,
And who the heck were my predecessors?
I can't name that term,
Though try as I might
Nor can I tell you out in the open, about
This wonderful world I am holding in my tips.
Sitting here though, in the dimming light,
With a thick...
I only wish to bask in its open creativity,
Yet I must constrain myself to first learn,
Learn how to wield it like the fabled pen.
So why do I love it?
When I'm not the best of talent,
At time I'm average but unknowing
My memory is gone by the minuet,
And who the heck were my predecessors?
I can't name that term,
Though try as I might
Nor can I tell you out in the open, about
This wonderful world I am holding in my tips.
Sitting here though, in the dimming light,
With a thick...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2014 9:49pm
21st Jan 2014 9:49pm
From a Suicidal Optimistic
If I were to end my life, I can honestly say I see a benefit for myself and others. Selfishly, it is mostly for myself.
Being that child, you know, the one who was always going to do something with their life. College has been heavily aimed for, and being in college, a heavier burden. If I were gone, there would be no worries about tuition, about money for me or my future. It could go elsewhere, to the ever growing bills, to my sister and her children, to my grammy.
As for me, what more would I have to worry? For that is the type of person I am, I worry. I worry about this world, I...
Being that child, you know, the one who was always going to do something with their life. College has been heavily aimed for, and being in college, a heavier burden. If I were gone, there would be no worries about tuition, about money for me or my future. It could go elsewhere, to the ever growing bills, to my sister and her children, to my grammy.
As for me, what more would I have to worry? For that is the type of person I am, I worry. I worry about this world, I...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 11:48pm
20th Nov 2013 11:48pm
Those Days
I know those days,
When time is slow
And the clouds so low,
They kiss my frozen face.
When the sun don't shine,
The stars don't glow.
Your head don't think,
Your heart can't pump,
And your lungs can't breath
In this toxic air.
I know those days.
When the clocks speed up,
The sky is high
All within my grasp.
Thoughts are fast,
All at once.
Point A to B, and G, to Z.
No pace in between.
Laughing all the same.
I know those days.
When time is slow
And the clouds so low,
They kiss my frozen face.
When the sun don't shine,
The stars don't glow.
Your head don't think,
Your heart can't pump,
And your lungs can't breath
In this toxic air.
I know those days.
When the clocks speed up,
The sky is high
All within my grasp.
Thoughts are fast,
All at once.
Point A to B, and G, to Z.
No pace in between.
Laughing all the same.
I know those days.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Nov 2013 4:36am
19th Nov 2013 4:36am
Eaitn: The New Earth
In the middle of a large gray city is a large dark building, towering above the small businesses and houses asserting its dominance and importance to our people. That is The Building of New Life, responsible for the continuation of our race and life on Eaitn. Without it, we would be a lost people like those before us who destroyed a once plentiful world with their wars and selfishness creating a large desert of toxic sand and smog with very few areas left with the ability to sustain life, including my little home of Kent.
My partner, Nam, and I were on an important trip too the BNL...
My partner, Nam, and I were on an important trip too the BNL...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2013 7:31pm
31st Oct 2013 7:31pm
The Silence and The Noise
Is it more terrifying to be lost in the silence,
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.
How saddening, how pleasing,
When all the turmoil has passed.
The salt upon my lips has dried,
Cuts have faded and so have I.
Out of sight, out of mind,
I've taken in the silence.
All the pain, all the fear, all the rage,
It's gone!
For there is a joy in solitude.
It is accepted.
It is all.
My reality is my mind.
Thoughts that only think,
Refusing only to touch the cage.
Skirting about the topic,
Forced into...
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.
How saddening, how pleasing,
When all the turmoil has passed.
The salt upon my lips has dried,
Cuts have faded and so have I.
Out of sight, out of mind,
I've taken in the silence.
All the pain, all the fear, all the rage,
It's gone!
For there is a joy in solitude.
It is accepted.
It is all.
My reality is my mind.
Thoughts that only think,
Refusing only to touch the cage.
Skirting about the topic,
Forced into...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 5:07pm
28th Oct 2013 5:07pm
Through the Broken
I chose this place,
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 5:02pm
28th Oct 2013 5:02pm
Is It That Simple?
Forgotten to the rousing storm,
Spinning round and round.
Lost upon the waves of thought,
Dreams left untamed.
Abandoned to the freezing lose
Of friendly warmth.
All the world seems so large,
Before haunted eyes
Made only larger, oh so vast,
By the constant noise.
Of all who float by me.
Why am I here?
Spinning in my circle,
Desperate for a hand to stop me.
When I cannot stop myself.
Why?
Am I unable to save myself?
Is it as simple as that.
Spinning round and round.
Lost upon the waves of thought,
Dreams left untamed.
Abandoned to the freezing lose
Of friendly warmth.
All the world seems so large,
Before haunted eyes
Made only larger, oh so vast,
By the constant noise.
Of all who float by me.
Why am I here?
Spinning in my circle,
Desperate for a hand to stop me.
When I cannot stop myself.
Why?
Am I unable to save myself?
Is it as simple as that.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 2:39am
18th Oct 2013 2:39am
Where is the Beat?
Silent is the solitude of a lonely mind,
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 00:17am
17th Oct 2013 00:17am
Affection
You're affection is a high,
Unlike any I have felt.
So cherished is it's freedom,
How horrid it's release.
Don't go away,
Continue by my side.
As I chain you here,
So unfairly.
Must I let you go?
You're affection is the rain,
Of my long summer days.
Even though you must go away,
I love you all the more.
When I'm blessed by you.
I cannot keep you.
Like a bird you are not mine.
However, I invite you,
Come sing for me.
For a while, lift me up.
So when I fall,
It hurts.
But I love...
Unlike any I have felt.
So cherished is it's freedom,
How horrid it's release.
Don't go away,
Continue by my side.
As I chain you here,
So unfairly.
Must I let you go?
You're affection is the rain,
Of my long summer days.
Even though you must go away,
I love you all the more.
When I'm blessed by you.
I cannot keep you.
Like a bird you are not mine.
However, I invite you,
Come sing for me.
For a while, lift me up.
So when I fall,
It hurts.
But I love...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 1:44pm
16th Oct 2013 1:44pm
Who Would See a Falling Star
There are places where the shadows greet,
But they do not like to stay.
In fact, I find, that as we speak,
Some have faded far away.
Plaster smiles and practiced hellos,
Greet the midday sun.
At its most present moment,
How rude it is not to greet him.
Past the hours, the shadows squirm,
Desperate to be free.
The first chance they leap!
Away,
So very far away.
The sun can only watch.
As all fades to gloomy gray.
Leaving the unwelcoming ground.
Should he crash,
No one is around.
Who would see a falling...
But they do not like to stay.
In fact, I find, that as we speak,
Some have faded far away.
Plaster smiles and practiced hellos,
Greet the midday sun.
At its most present moment,
How rude it is not to greet him.
Past the hours, the shadows squirm,
Desperate to be free.
The first chance they leap!
Away,
So very far away.
The sun can only watch.
As all fades to gloomy gray.
Leaving the unwelcoming ground.
Should he crash,
No one is around.
Who would see a falling...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 00:24am
3rd Oct 2013 00:24am
From Sky to Earth
The bird tweets and is seen,
At only a passing glance.
The bird tweets and is heard,
In only faint memory.
Lonely little brown bird,
Not of colored hues.
You live by staying out of sight.
But how long
Have you been gone?
Fading into the Earth.
At only a passing glance.
The bird tweets and is heard,
In only faint memory.
Lonely little brown bird,
Not of colored hues.
You live by staying out of sight.
But how long
Have you been gone?
Fading into the Earth.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 00:13am
25th Sep 2013 00:13am
Birds of A Feather
There's a flock of birds before me,
Feathered all unique.
They pitter and patter and tweet.
All while tolerating my company,
Ignoring my handful of crumbs.
Only looking when it suits them to peck,
With hardened beaks.
It's been made clear,
That I am no bird,
Any feathers that I own,
Glued on and dulled.
For all they look and all they say,
Those dear little birds flap away.
Leaving a hand pecked dry,
A featherless bird,
Aching to join the flight.
Feathered all unique.
They pitter and patter and tweet.
All while tolerating my company,
Ignoring my handful of crumbs.
Only looking when it suits them to peck,
With hardened beaks.
It's been made clear,
That I am no bird,
Any feathers that I own,
Glued on and dulled.
For all they look and all they say,
Those dear little birds flap away.
Leaving a hand pecked dry,
A featherless bird,
Aching to join the flight.
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