Submissions by Kasai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wouldn't say I'm an inexperienced poet, but staying in the lines has never been one of my strong points. 😊
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 2:54am
3rd Jul 2016 2:54am
The Lizard King
A wicked,forked tongue lies behind
The parting of his beautiful lips
Spinster of words you are,
Spoken with the fluant ease of liquid silver
They draw me in as a moth to flame
And like a fool.....I go
Subdued by niceties and half truths,I smile while he claws maddly at my deepest desires
And devours me whole like a desperate,starving thing
All hail the lizard king!
May he be revealed as the reptile he truly is
The parting of his beautiful lips
Spinster of words you are,
Spoken with the fluant ease of liquid silver
They draw me in as a moth to flame
And like a fool.....I go
Subdued by niceties and half truths,I smile while he claws maddly at my deepest desires
And devours me whole like a desperate,starving thing
All hail the lizard king!
May he be revealed as the reptile he truly is
741 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 6:19am
1st Jul 2016 6:19am
Soft heart
I desire what others spend their entire lives trying to tear down
Things have got a way of creeping inside when defenses are down
No comfort or solitude,never alone,no solice
There's a name for the broken;empath some might call us
Accused,tried,and convicted of caring,of feeling
Such a heavy burden to bare;tends to leave a soft heart reeling
Pain,despair,joy,love are felt times three,all the while going unheard
So many shades of emotion lie layered between,yet still have no name,not one small word
To be born without walls is to be vulnerable
An ominous...
Things have got a way of creeping inside when defenses are down
No comfort or solitude,never alone,no solice
There's a name for the broken;empath some might call us
Accused,tried,and convicted of caring,of feeling
Such a heavy burden to bare;tends to leave a soft heart reeling
Pain,despair,joy,love are felt times three,all the while going unheard
So many shades of emotion lie layered between,yet still have no name,not one small word
To be born without walls is to be vulnerable
An ominous...
769 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 7:29am
29th Jun 2016 7:29am
Eater of souls
When angry words and negative energy slash apart my true intent
When my optimism and light-hearted nature are broken,twisted,and bent
I see the animal behind your eyes
Bloodthirsty vampire,fangs of pure lies
Oh what a fool,a fool indeed
Oh what a monster I have freed
I let you take what good was left of my childlike views and innocent ways
You stole them,a viscous thief fueled by anger,jelousy,and rage
I see the animal behind your eyes
Energy vampire,clever disguise
A fool was I and again will I be
I hold...
When my optimism and light-hearted nature are broken,twisted,and bent
I see the animal behind your eyes
Bloodthirsty vampire,fangs of pure lies
Oh what a fool,a fool indeed
Oh what a monster I have freed
I let you take what good was left of my childlike views and innocent ways
You stole them,a viscous thief fueled by anger,jelousy,and rage
I see the animal behind your eyes
Energy vampire,clever disguise
A fool was I and again will I be
I hold...
665 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 5:37am
27th Jun 2016 5:37am
Peter The Alternate Ending
Peter,Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And that's when things all went to hell
She filled his nose and mouth with seeds
Watched him choke and watched him bleed
When it all was said and done
Poor,ole peter had swallowed his tongue
Peter,Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumkin shell
Where then she sent him straight to hell
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And that's when things all went to hell
She filled his nose and mouth with seeds
Watched him choke and watched him bleed
When it all was said and done
Poor,ole peter had swallowed his tongue
Peter,Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumkin shell
Where then she sent him straight to hell
666 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 5:18am
27th Jun 2016 5:18am
Simplicity
Everyone's always looking for something more
Never quite satisfied with what they've already got
They expect something better behind each new door
And seem so utterly shocked when they find out ther's not
We all get caught up in the here and the now
With motives so selfish and focus long gone
All the important things get forgotten somehow
So enjoy the simple ones,to lose them seems wrong
Never quite satisfied with what they've already got
They expect something better behind each new door
And seem so utterly shocked when they find out ther's not
We all get caught up in the here and the now
With motives so selfish and focus long gone
All the important things get forgotten somehow
So enjoy the simple ones,to lose them seems wrong
688 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2016 4:45am
25th Jun 2016 4:45am
Peter
Peter,Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
Untill her corpse began to smell
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
Untill her corpse began to smell
682 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2016 7:05am
24th Jun 2016 7:05am
What is sadness
If you could draw sadness,what would it look like
Would it be a colour,such as red or just black
Would it be a razor-sharp blade like the one still in my back
Perhaps just a tear would be all that it took
Perhaps just a whisper
Perhaps just a look
Could you taste it,smell it,or hold it in your hand
Or would it fall through your fingers like the finest grains of sand
Sadness at first does seem so harmless
All the better to disarm us
All the better to disarm us
So if you wish your soul to keep
Hold onto it tightly for
Sadness
Runs...
Would it be a colour,such as red or just black
Would it be a razor-sharp blade like the one still in my back
Perhaps just a tear would be all that it took
Perhaps just a whisper
Perhaps just a look
Could you taste it,smell it,or hold it in your hand
Or would it fall through your fingers like the finest grains of sand
Sadness at first does seem so harmless
All the better to disarm us
All the better to disarm us
So if you wish your soul to keep
Hold onto it tightly for
Sadness
Runs...
977 reads
17 Comments
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