Submissions by LocketShoru (Lutey)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 9:16pm
28th Apr 2016 9:16pm
T' the Stormcatcher wi' ye, lad
T' the Stormcatcher wi' ye, lad
An' take yer dragon too
This's been a story sad
T' this day; the dawn draws new
A cutlass against 'e bow
Ain't all ye left to us
E'en the captain's had a row
The gunner's gone for bloodlust
Aye, t' the Stormcatcher wi' ye
We ain't gonna leave a light on for ye
An' take yer dragon too
This's been a story sad
T' this day; the dawn draws new
A cutlass against 'e bow
Ain't all ye left to us
E'en the captain's had a row
The gunner's gone for bloodlust
Aye, t' the Stormcatcher wi' ye
We ain't gonna leave a light on for ye
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 4:50pm
25th Apr 2016 4:50pm
watchful in the streets
as each person
passes me i obtain
another piece of memory
to put in my velvet case
i will never know
any name but
i will hold one
just one memory of theirs
a lover's kiss
a dying world
a passing thought
a long-forgotten promise
and i will stitch
together all these pieces
from there my quilt
will tell every story
passes me i obtain
another piece of memory
to put in my velvet case
i will never know
any name but
i will hold one
just one memory of theirs
a lover's kiss
a dying world
a passing thought
a long-forgotten promise
and i will stitch
together all these pieces
from there my quilt
will tell every story
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 7:49pm
21st Apr 2016 7:49pm
Chaos
Chaos is a taste of unattainable power. It is a silken touch and a song of solace. It is a hint of redemption and a way to carry on. It is a purple seat welcoming you home.
Chaos is a violet fog clouding your mind. It is a false sense of security and a singing voice of agony. It is nothing but a corrupted lie that never hits the same weakness twice.
Chaos is a throne with a headless crown.
Chaos is a violet fog clouding your mind. It is a false sense of security and a singing voice of agony. It is nothing but a corrupted lie that never hits the same weakness twice.
Chaos is a throne with a headless crown.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 5:52pm
21st Apr 2016 5:52pm
Weight
Close your eyes now.
The end isn't far.
Just put one step in front of the other.
I'll carry you there.
I promise.
You're getting heavier.
But I will bear the weight.
Every step I take.
It fragments my ankles just that bit more.
I must go on.
I have since stopped wondering.
Will I ever drop you?
It is almost a certainty.
I keep saying to myself.
I can't let you down.
I shattered a long time ago.
My ankles are nothing more than shards.
When I fell, you got up.
You continued walking.
Almost as if you...
The end isn't far.
Just put one step in front of the other.
I'll carry you there.
I promise.
You're getting heavier.
But I will bear the weight.
Every step I take.
It fragments my ankles just that bit more.
I must go on.
I have since stopped wondering.
Will I ever drop you?
It is almost a certainty.
I keep saying to myself.
I can't let you down.
I shattered a long time ago.
My ankles are nothing more than shards.
When I fell, you got up.
You continued walking.
Almost as if you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 10:05pm
11th Apr 2016 10:05pm
an ode to an angel I once knew
Worlds away, your halo still shines bright.
A sealed path from me, I can still hear your silent voice.
In whispered dreams, I don’t know if I did right.
A half-forgotten memory, it had never been your choice.
To come from a world of blossoms silver,
Though you did cry, we left for a world of a twice lit sky.
You may take my cloak, darling, do not shiver
Here, Chelan, now you will never die.
A cascading river of golden tresses
And every feather in its place
Adorned by the bluest of all dresses
Bright glowed a halo in its glass case.
...
A sealed path from me, I can still hear your silent voice.
In whispered dreams, I don’t know if I did right.
A half-forgotten memory, it had never been your choice.
To come from a world of blossoms silver,
Though you did cry, we left for a world of a twice lit sky.
You may take my cloak, darling, do not shiver
Here, Chelan, now you will never die.
A cascading river of golden tresses
And every feather in its place
Adorned by the bluest of all dresses
Bright glowed a halo in its glass case.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 6:36am
11th Apr 2016 6:36am
i miss you, i love you
you know what's fucked up?
it does not matter if you've been without
for a day
for seven weeks
for six months
for years to come
you can master not thinking of it
but one day you'll be in a crowded street
and smell a taste of their cologne
or see someone with the same hair colour
or someone say the same thing they did
or maybe see them passing
and it will hurt all over again
and you wonder
what did I do wrong?
...
and it will always hurt
but we carry on
through endless seas
under starry skies...
it does not matter if you've been without
for a day
for seven weeks
for six months
for years to come
you can master not thinking of it
but one day you'll be in a crowded street
and smell a taste of their cologne
or see someone with the same hair colour
or someone say the same thing they did
or maybe see them passing
and it will hurt all over again
and you wonder
what did I do wrong?
...
and it will always hurt
but we carry on
through endless seas
under starry skies...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2016 8:20pm
7th Apr 2016 8:20pm
inhumanity and questions
I love what I am.
But I can never love who I am.
But I can never love who I am.
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 11:03pm
2nd Apr 2016 11:03pm
devil's pleasure
once upon a time, a girl sang a song
and that song was rife with pain
but all she wanted all along
was for someone to hear her through the rain
years later a devil heard a song of agony
and he wondered who sang in pouring weather
though he found nothing but quiet apathy
from a child who could not undo her tether.
she found herself again with a devil by her side
and laughed when they said she was queen of hell.
hell to her was paradise, but she knew her devil had lied
The world found him dead by chime of the church's bell. ...
and that song was rife with pain
but all she wanted all along
was for someone to hear her through the rain
years later a devil heard a song of agony
and he wondered who sang in pouring weather
though he found nothing but quiet apathy
from a child who could not undo her tether.
she found herself again with a devil by her side
and laughed when they said she was queen of hell.
hell to her was paradise, but she knew her devil had lied
The world found him dead by chime of the church's bell. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 6:05am
30th Mar 2016 6:05am
I actually have no idea what to call this
You sing and sing and sing
And you dance all alone.
The rain patters against the window
And it's almost like you're close to home.
Say that it's fine
Say that it's right
But don't say that it's true
Not to bring the silence to light.
I wander and I pray
And I stay over yonder
Truth be told, the poet's words
You are only here to wander.
And I watch you sing like the night will sleep
For all the night will starlight guide
But fell be the Angels and rise be devils
You sing again, and still I'll be by your side.
And you dance all alone.
The rain patters against the window
And it's almost like you're close to home.
Say that it's fine
Say that it's right
But don't say that it's true
Not to bring the silence to light.
I wander and I pray
And I stay over yonder
Truth be told, the poet's words
You are only here to wander.
And I watch you sing like the night will sleep
For all the night will starlight guide
But fell be the Angels and rise be devils
You sing again, and still I'll be by your side.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 5:44am
30th Mar 2016 5:44am
do not be blind to beauty, even if it may be unconventional
how anything were to say
that it was set down there
to quietly bloom
where not a soul could see
in a city of murk and rain
beauty is found in joy and life
blue and gray have always mixed
but yet, green and yellow are seldom found.
an indoor garden was the best she could do.
she locked herself away to tend to it.
from her fingertips ideas spread and began to grow
but few saw anything but electric light.
she holds the blossom dear to her
whispering long forgotten words
it's a violet one, with saw-edged leaves
it pricks...
that it was set down there
to quietly bloom
where not a soul could see
in a city of murk and rain
beauty is found in joy and life
blue and gray have always mixed
but yet, green and yellow are seldom found.
an indoor garden was the best she could do.
she locked herself away to tend to it.
from her fingertips ideas spread and began to grow
but few saw anything but electric light.
she holds the blossom dear to her
whispering long forgotten words
it's a violet one, with saw-edged leaves
it pricks...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 6:47am
25th Mar 2016 6:47am
they say there are two steps to training
push your body
to the breaking point
that is the first step of training
but yet
I always seem
to disappoint
face your worst fears
and conquer them
that is the second step
but yet
my voice
still cannot be heard
it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter
what I am training for
I can't say
or rather
I don't know.
maybe one day
I'll find out
I can push my body to the breaking point
I can face my worst fears and try to conquer them
but today, I cannot disappoint
today, I will try to be heard.
to the breaking point
that is the first step of training
but yet
I always seem
to disappoint
face your worst fears
and conquer them
that is the second step
but yet
my voice
still cannot be heard
it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter
what I am training for
I can't say
or rather
I don't know.
maybe one day
I'll find out
I can push my body to the breaking point
I can face my worst fears and try to conquer them
but today, I cannot disappoint
today, I will try to be heard.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 4:19am
16th Mar 2016 4:19am
Power
"Power is fleeting."
"Power is evil."
"Power corrupts."
power is what happens
when the world
is at your fingertips
and you say
"not now."
"there are other things I need to do."
power is what happens
when you've been beaten
for so long
and you've forgotten
how to stand alone
and you do so anyway
power is what happens
when you walk this world alone
and even though you're shattered
and even when your wings are broken
you learn to live, and...
"Power is evil."
"Power corrupts."
power is what happens
when the world
is at your fingertips
and you say
"not now."
"there are other things I need to do."
power is what happens
when you've been beaten
for so long
and you've forgotten
how to stand alone
and you do so anyway
power is what happens
when you walk this world alone
and even though you're shattered
and even when your wings are broken
you learn to live, and...
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