Submissions by Loneobserver-VF
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Amateur and fighting to find gold. All works are mine. You can find me on wattpad and Instagram (loneobserver_VF ). I sin.
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 8:05pm
28th Sep 2015 8:05pm
Him and Her
His eyes were red
his skins were sick
his scars bore deep
to a soul long dead.
His heart was broke
by a deadly kiss
a poisoned rose
an angel's song.
But then she came
with her healing breath
she gave life back
to a soul long dead.
She kissed his soul
'neath the rains
cleansed his sins
made him whole again.
Her name was God
her soul, his church
an empty man
she had filled again.
Their love was warm
their love stood strong
through those storms
from the winter gods
Then...
his skins were sick
his scars bore deep
to a soul long dead.
His heart was broke
by a deadly kiss
a poisoned rose
an angel's song.
But then she came
with her healing breath
she gave life back
to a soul long dead.
She kissed his soul
'neath the rains
cleansed his sins
made him whole again.
Her name was God
her soul, his church
an empty man
she had filled again.
Their love was warm
their love stood strong
through those storms
from the winter gods
Then...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 11:54am
28th Sep 2015 11:54am
She.
She was daughter
to the bottle
and lover
to the smoke
one fucked her daily
the other cleaned her soul.
to the bottle
and lover
to the smoke
one fucked her daily
the other cleaned her soul.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 4:05pm
27th Sep 2015 4:05pm
IF Heaven Is For Real.
If heaven is for real, then
Father
I don't believe for one shit that the drunkard that throws up every morning behind my fence won't go there or even the woman that stands by my friend's favourite bar with her red lipstick and purple mini skirt.
You condemn them Sunday after Sunday, but did you know the old drunkard lost his wife to cancer and his only son to depression just a year after?
Father tell me you would pray, but don't tell me you wouldn't bloody try to drink your pains away too.
And Father, the woman that fucks for money she was raped by her...
Father
I don't believe for one shit that the drunkard that throws up every morning behind my fence won't go there or even the woman that stands by my friend's favourite bar with her red lipstick and purple mini skirt.
You condemn them Sunday after Sunday, but did you know the old drunkard lost his wife to cancer and his only son to depression just a year after?
Father tell me you would pray, but don't tell me you wouldn't bloody try to drink your pains away too.
And Father, the woman that fucks for money she was raped by her...
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