Submissions by M-G-A
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
What is a poet ? I really don't know. It is some kind of expression to the world between the lines I think .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2012 1:41pm
19th May 2012 1:41pm
The Liar
Ahhh smooth words come from his mouth.
His eyes so gorgeous .
He hypnotises us with his promises.
And we the lonely ones The hopeful ones.
We are eager to believe .
What else can we do ?
What more can he say ?
Everything - cause he is not bound by honour
He is not bound by truth.
He has no soul nor heart.
He is a specie on his own.
The Liar- The politician
His eyes so gorgeous .
He hypnotises us with his promises.
And we the lonely ones The hopeful ones.
We are eager to believe .
What else can we do ?
What more can he say ?
Everything - cause he is not bound by honour
He is not bound by truth.
He has no soul nor heart.
He is a specie on his own.
The Liar- The politician
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 1:34am
19th Mar 2012 1:34am
Not me
It is not me you are seeing I am only the mirror of yourself
It is not me you are hugging You are only hugging yourself
It is not me you want,but the you in you through me
You are a parasite, eating at the very core of me
"I love you so much" is your mantra ,it keeps you alive
And I am the masochist who is eaten alive.
The willing victim
The great idiot
It is not me you are hugging You are only hugging yourself
It is not me you want,but the you in you through me
You are a parasite, eating at the very core of me
"I love you so much" is your mantra ,it keeps you alive
And I am the masochist who is eaten alive.
The willing victim
The great idiot
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Feb 2012 1:06am
23rd Feb 2012 1:06am
Owicim
She never used the word Auschwitz .
I think she thought that by saying that word she would surrender to the Germans.
All the days of her life she kept calling this place by its Polish name : Oświęcim.
But the true abomination was said in the words Anneke Beesemer :her childhood friend .
She waited for well over a year for her to get back.
She looked out of the window after school and hoped to see her face.
Holland didn't cared much for their survivors.
But she did .
By looking out for Anneke Beesemer she saw a few come back. Their houses...
I think she thought that by saying that word she would surrender to the Germans.
All the days of her life she kept calling this place by its Polish name : Oświęcim.
But the true abomination was said in the words Anneke Beesemer :her childhood friend .
She waited for well over a year for her to get back.
She looked out of the window after school and hoped to see her face.
Holland didn't cared much for their survivors.
But she did .
By looking out for Anneke Beesemer she saw a few come back. Their houses...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 1:41am
20th Feb 2012 1:41am
Travel through my room
I love my room
I love my couch
My couch has a pillow
Softer than air
My windows are glorious paintings
Who needs the outside
When you can travel your room
Don't weep for my little world
Instead I will weep for yours
Your burden is to life outside
and fill my glorious paintings
I love my couch
My couch has a pillow
Softer than air
My windows are glorious paintings
Who needs the outside
When you can travel your room
Don't weep for my little world
Instead I will weep for yours
Your burden is to life outside
and fill my glorious paintings
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 3:16pm
19th Feb 2012 3:16pm
Deception
So a man is what he says he is
Or a man lies about what he says he is
Either way he believes himself
In order to make a perfect performance
He rather wants you to loose your soul
Than you don't give a fuck any more
About the current state of his life and lies
He can only believe himself if you do too
Or a man lies about what he says he is
Either way he believes himself
In order to make a perfect performance
He rather wants you to loose your soul
Than you don't give a fuck any more
About the current state of his life and lies
He can only believe himself if you do too
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 3:08pm
19th Feb 2012 3:08pm
Numb
A burden - A triumph
A cut - A slash
No end - No life
No sleep - No wake
No complaint for no love
No house for the weary
No heart for this body
No song for this pain
Bitterness without redemption
Guilty heart without forgiveness
Prisoner without a soul
Pain without cure
Oblivious - Outrageous
No song for this pain
The past - The future
It seems all the same
A cut - A slash
No end - No life
No sleep - No wake
No complaint for no love
No house for the weary
No heart for this body
No song for this pain
Bitterness without redemption
Guilty heart without forgiveness
Prisoner without a soul
Pain without cure
Oblivious - Outrageous
No song for this pain
The past - The future
It seems all the same
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 2:04am
19th Feb 2012 2:04am
Set for dying
The final day is setting in This earth is tired.
And now the chaos ended We didn't went for shelter
We are set for dying.
There is no light nor warmth to give us now
Only the two of us holding each other in this house
We are set for dying
On the horizon we see destruction heading
It is only a matter of time for you and me here
We are set for dying
You never where my passion and great love
But I would not want anyone else here with me when
We are set for dying
Say one last word and make it count
Give one...
And now the chaos ended We didn't went for shelter
We are set for dying.
There is no light nor warmth to give us now
Only the two of us holding each other in this house
We are set for dying
On the horizon we see destruction heading
It is only a matter of time for you and me here
We are set for dying
You never where my passion and great love
But I would not want anyone else here with me when
We are set for dying
Say one last word and make it count
Give one...
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