Submissions by Kurdt94 (Mike K.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry's dead? I didn't get the memo...
Defeat
It needs to end, but where was the beginning?
Feet firmly on the ground, but my head’s still spinning
The feeling is there, but I don’t know what to feel
Tell me what is fantasy, and what is real
Walking tall, but barely walking
Talking smack, but barely talking
Listening intently, but I really don’t care
So violent, so morbid, but I continue to stare
Stronger than steel, but you’re rusting
Beauty divine, but you’re aging and crusting
So bright and hopeful, yet dark as the night
So weak and feeble, yet you want to fight
You take...
Feet firmly on the ground, but my head’s still spinning
The feeling is there, but I don’t know what to feel
Tell me what is fantasy, and what is real
Walking tall, but barely walking
Talking smack, but barely talking
Listening intently, but I really don’t care
So violent, so morbid, but I continue to stare
Stronger than steel, but you’re rusting
Beauty divine, but you’re aging and crusting
So bright and hopeful, yet dark as the night
So weak and feeble, yet you want to fight
You take...
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Pilate's Call
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Wherever You Are
A quiet dream filled with fire burning bright
Overtaking your life like a beautiful symphony
Burning your perfect little existence into ash
Then the lonely ocean will wash it all away
A window to look into, to see what’s gone
Like dark clouds receding, but they don’t die
They live forever, until the fall of the pale ones
Who tell you how to live and breathe
The closet in the basement, filled with skeletons
Beating their bones like an orchestra for your amusement
They’ll kill what you thought was a chance
And make you feel like the king of...
Overtaking your life like a beautiful symphony
Burning your perfect little existence into ash
Then the lonely ocean will wash it all away
A window to look into, to see what’s gone
Like dark clouds receding, but they don’t die
They live forever, until the fall of the pale ones
Who tell you how to live and breathe
The closet in the basement, filled with skeletons
Beating their bones like an orchestra for your amusement
They’ll kill what you thought was a chance
And make you feel like the king of...
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1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by Kurdt94 (Mike K.)