Submissions by LocketShoru (Lutey)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 1:38am
30th Mar 2017 1:38am
glass doll
Love is not kind, and it never will be.
It is the choking thorns I made myself
from the guilt of what I tried to create for you.
Love is the hellfire that made me believe
I might have deserved to choose something for myself
and almost in line with this cruel genre-
I chose wrong, and the illusion shattered.
So the flames made to warm your wings rise higher,
And the thorns made once to protect you, now asphyxiate.
Maybe my sorrow will bring you satisfaction.
For now, I suppose I'll be here.
It is the choking thorns I made myself
from the guilt of what I tried to create for you.
Love is the hellfire that made me believe
I might have deserved to choose something for myself
and almost in line with this cruel genre-
I chose wrong, and the illusion shattered.
So the flames made to warm your wings rise higher,
And the thorns made once to protect you, now asphyxiate.
Maybe my sorrow will bring you satisfaction.
For now, I suppose I'll be here.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 1:42am
8th Nov 2016 1:42am
still the horsemen may come
The weight of a phantom horn
is more than forgetting it isn't there.
the rain comes soon, it can tell
so the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
This horn is what speaks when I say,
"no, you don't want to talk to her now."
"trust me on this. that other path is dangerous."
its hard to know exactly what it tells
still the horsemen may come,
one, two, three four.
Guidance in a sense that isn't there
surely, it must be followed at all costs
even if the web is tangled
and not a single piece fits into the...
is more than forgetting it isn't there.
the rain comes soon, it can tell
so the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
This horn is what speaks when I say,
"no, you don't want to talk to her now."
"trust me on this. that other path is dangerous."
its hard to know exactly what it tells
still the horsemen may come,
one, two, three four.
Guidance in a sense that isn't there
surely, it must be followed at all costs
even if the web is tangled
and not a single piece fits into the...
358 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 2:05am
31st Oct 2016 2:05am
fallen angels
Hey, girl.
Are you there?
Sometimes I wonder if you are.
If we look into these stars-
and we count every single one-
maybe, just maybe, we're looking at the same sky.
Are you there?
Sometimes I wonder if you are.
If we look into these stars-
and we count every single one-
maybe, just maybe, we're looking at the same sky.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2016 6:40am
18th Oct 2016 6:40am
tip of your tongue
I could turn into a thousand metaphors
the feeling of everything I've left unsaid.
We could talk about the potential of a world
a dreaming world that isn't quite strong enough.
Or maybe the flicker of candlelight,
Hidden within a dusty, forgotten office library.
But everything I could ever say-
None of it will come so close to the truth.
It would be best to be blunt, really, it would.
In the end, though- how do you say it?
"You have to make it, because I'll never do it."
"Don't tell me I'm wonderful. You don't...
the feeling of everything I've left unsaid.
We could talk about the potential of a world
a dreaming world that isn't quite strong enough.
Or maybe the flicker of candlelight,
Hidden within a dusty, forgotten office library.
But everything I could ever say-
None of it will come so close to the truth.
It would be best to be blunt, really, it would.
In the end, though- how do you say it?
"You have to make it, because I'll never do it."
"Don't tell me I'm wonderful. You don't...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Sep 2016 7:23am
11th Sep 2016 7:23am
evermore.
i was riding home one day and i
looked up to the cloudy setting sun
and the mountains extended far
far into the sky
at their summit lay a river,
almost singing out to be crossed.
they say rivers are symbolic
the rushing waters will lead you
to a place that goes by many names
but the one i know it by
and maybe another does too-
evermore.
but it isn't easily accessed
and you have to try.
i could ride forever and stop only for gas
but unless i truly felt free
i would never cross the river
of evermore.
you...
looked up to the cloudy setting sun
and the mountains extended far
far into the sky
at their summit lay a river,
almost singing out to be crossed.
they say rivers are symbolic
the rushing waters will lead you
to a place that goes by many names
but the one i know it by
and maybe another does too-
evermore.
but it isn't easily accessed
and you have to try.
i could ride forever and stop only for gas
but unless i truly felt free
i would never cross the river
of evermore.
you...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 00:45am
26th Aug 2016 00:45am
just to the west of the spatial freeway
the world begins to go mad.
the queen remains unfound. the princess is sixteen, and she cannot rule. the fog grows deeper. darker. six have been lost. those who followed her majesty have fallen to predators. the world's two lights flicker, and go out.
the world begins to go mad.
the garden's green grass and colorful flowers fade. the white god smiles, black eyes blind to the plague of fire. the black devil watches, uncertain of the truth. one demon stands above all. she raises her wings to fly, and she falters.
the world begins to go mad.
the sun...
the queen remains unfound. the princess is sixteen, and she cannot rule. the fog grows deeper. darker. six have been lost. those who followed her majesty have fallen to predators. the world's two lights flicker, and go out.
the world begins to go mad.
the garden's green grass and colorful flowers fade. the white god smiles, black eyes blind to the plague of fire. the black devil watches, uncertain of the truth. one demon stands above all. she raises her wings to fly, and she falters.
the world begins to go mad.
the sun...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Jul 2016 1:42am
26th Jul 2016 1:42am
the twice-lit world
fall asleep within
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2016 10:09pm
13th Jul 2016 10:09pm
how to be a fictional character
step one.
exist. your love is and will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on deaf ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll walk again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories or fleeting feelings, or the decisions you made.
step...
exist. your love is and will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on deaf ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll walk again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories or fleeting feelings, or the decisions you made.
step...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 7:13am
28th Jun 2016 7:13am
dreaming about a truthful, forgotten past
The scent of falling ash
The heat of burning skies
Flashes and flickers
Almost like death has come.
Cries and laments of those
Who only wished to serve
Our disappearance destroyed all we had built
And all that is remembered is only fleeting.
Empty feelings and desolation
Forgotten sorrow in all below
Failing to protect, to beg and pray
I close my eyes, and meet my end.
You spend your whole life pretending
That the inferno was only embers
Waking up in dousing, now-useless water
In flighted reminiscence...
The heat of burning skies
Flashes and flickers
Almost like death has come.
Cries and laments of those
Who only wished to serve
Our disappearance destroyed all we had built
And all that is remembered is only fleeting.
Empty feelings and desolation
Forgotten sorrow in all below
Failing to protect, to beg and pray
I close my eyes, and meet my end.
You spend your whole life pretending
That the inferno was only embers
Waking up in dousing, now-useless water
In flighted reminiscence...
336 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2016 5:35pm
13th May 2016 5:35pm
there is no such thing as forever
darling,
do not wonder
for I will show you
just how I
can go on without you
do not wonder
for I will show you
just how I
can go on without you
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SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2016 4:53am
13th May 2016 4:53am
Farewell
My night sky has left
My day very soon
Oh, why?
What cruel fate
What cruel angel
Pointed at me
And said,
"Not tonight,
Nor today for you."
I asked myself
What have I done
To lose all light
I once ruled
And raised both
Sun and moon
I have fallen now
I've lost my night
And now, my day.
Farewell, lights.
Ephemeral aubade
Our dawn must come soon.
My day very soon
Oh, why?
What cruel fate
What cruel angel
Pointed at me
And said,
"Not tonight,
Nor today for you."
I asked myself
What have I done
To lose all light
I once ruled
And raised both
Sun and moon
I have fallen now
I've lost my night
And now, my day.
Farewell, lights.
Ephemeral aubade
Our dawn must come soon.
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