Submissions by Marshmellion (MoonBlossems)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, but why.....? I dont know.................
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 1:58pm
10th Mar 2016 1:58pm
Staring Upon the Black
It Stares back upon me,
it watches,
its waiting,
its, its, TEMPTING
always,
so
TeemmmPTiiing......
The pit, the pit
The blackened scar
And endless cliff
Where vultures sit
And ravens crow
Waiting for my mind to go
The promise of the Pitts
The soothing of the scar
The feel, the want, the need
To jump....
Into
Into
Into
Int
In
I
...
it watches,
its waiting,
its, its, TEMPTING
always,
so
TeemmmPTiiing......
The pit, the pit
The blackened scar
And endless cliff
Where vultures sit
And ravens crow
Waiting for my mind to go
The promise of the Pitts
The soothing of the scar
The feel, the want, the need
To jump....
Into
Into
Into
Int
In
I
...
555 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 1:34pm
10th Mar 2016 1:34pm
Quiet quiet QUIeT pleasestopPleaSELEAvEMeALOneWhy wont YOU SilENCe
This soothing silent song of mind
Do you hear it?
I do not
How I wish to hear some silence in my head.
This seething searing song inside of me
It will never leave
Soothing song of silence...
Never more
Never be
Always here
Always me
This seething searing static never ending song
Insanity of mine
Why do thee not hear my plea
Why can you not just listen
Just leave me be.
I am greatful for all you've done.
You have served your purpose though
And so
I ask you to go away
Until the day
I need to hear you once...
Do you hear it?
I do not
How I wish to hear some silence in my head.
This seething searing song inside of me
It will never leave
Soothing song of silence...
Never more
Never be
Always here
Always me
This seething searing static never ending song
Insanity of mine
Why do thee not hear my plea
Why can you not just listen
Just leave me be.
I am greatful for all you've done.
You have served your purpose though
And so
I ask you to go away
Until the day
I need to hear you once...
540 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2015 6:36pm
21st Sep 2015 6:36pm
Dead Silent
The sound of silence is a paradox
For true silence should not be heard by the living
those who hear the sound of silence
Hear a world not there own.
And those who hear the sound of silence go mad
Those who hear the sound of silence are dead
true silence requires lack of blood, heart, mind and life.
For true silence should not be heard by the living
those who hear the sound of silence
Hear a world not there own.
And those who hear the sound of silence go mad
Those who hear the sound of silence are dead
true silence requires lack of blood, heart, mind and life.
546 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2015 6:33pm
21st Sep 2015 6:33pm
A Silent Piper
Down a path of crimson tears and reddened waters
A silent song sings of night’s embrace
A tune of dissolution and shadows,
The quiet orchestrator plays the piad’s flute.”
A silent song sings of night’s embrace
A tune of dissolution and shadows,
The quiet orchestrator plays the piad’s flute.”
568 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 2:34pm
31st Mar 2015 2:34pm
Poised to Strike
Glistening Fangs and
Silver Tongue,
To Spit up Poison
From my Lungs...
What holds me back?
I do not know,
Provoke me more though...
I Do Bite.
Do not Provoke me,
Anymore...
I
Am Poised
To Strike.
Silver Tongue,
To Spit up Poison
From my Lungs...
What holds me back?
I do not know,
Provoke me more though...
I Do Bite.
Do not Provoke me,
Anymore...
I
Am Poised
To Strike.
761 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 7:07pm
24th Mar 2015 7:07pm
Living
Man
I am EXTREAME
Living life to the fullest,
Asleep.....
Life's fullest is a dream.
I am EXTREAME
Living life to the fullest,
Asleep.....
Life's fullest is a dream.
608 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 7:05pm
24th Mar 2015 7:05pm
Salty
I hear rumours
Of there being other fish in the ocean.
All iv seen are corpses.
I live in the dead sea.....
Of there being other fish in the ocean.
All iv seen are corpses.
I live in the dead sea.....
629 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 9:39am
23rd Mar 2015 9:39am
You ignorant teacher, of course I sleep through nightmares.
Mrs teacher,
I do not hate you
So don't get me wrong.
But...
You are ignorant!
To think a head down
Means that one is sleeping,
Tired,
or not paying attention.
Oh contrair,
I am in fact
All to keenly aware.
That life is here
But why be here
In life,
A nightmare made by others
for you.
When I could be there
A dream made by oneself.
For oneself.
I do not hate you
So don't get me wrong.
But...
You are ignorant!
To think a head down
Means that one is sleeping,
Tired,
or not paying attention.
Oh contrair,
I am in fact
All to keenly aware.
That life is here
But why be here
In life,
A nightmare made by others
for you.
When I could be there
A dream made by oneself.
For oneself.
622 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 8:53am
23rd Mar 2015 8:53am
The Great And Tiny Leviathan
A Small Tropical fish
From fresh waters
Cast into a salt water ocean.
Into a pack of hungry piranha jaws
The fish wound up.
Two, two choices.
Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.
Ever spurred on by the fear,
The former was chosen.
The tropical fish killed a piranha,
Dissected it,
Learned what made one tick,
Learning to become a predator,
Becoming one
To protect ones self.
Piranha still have predators though
And this one knew that...,
He must climb,
Climb to the top
to ever be safe.
And...
From fresh waters
Cast into a salt water ocean.
Into a pack of hungry piranha jaws
The fish wound up.
Two, two choices.
Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.
Ever spurred on by the fear,
The former was chosen.
The tropical fish killed a piranha,
Dissected it,
Learned what made one tick,
Learning to become a predator,
Becoming one
To protect ones self.
Piranha still have predators though
And this one knew that...,
He must climb,
Climb to the top
to ever be safe.
And...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 7:04pm
15th Dec 2014 7:04pm
Lust Spell
The spell that binds us.
The spell that flees.
The spell of blinding.
The spell of needs.
A drug like spell of lusts desire.
For each a heart, Inferno of fire.
It's like the muse who plays,
The harp of hearts.
They pluck at the strings
and so love starts.
Written by: MoonBlossems
The spell that flees.
The spell of blinding.
The spell of needs.
A drug like spell of lusts desire.
For each a heart, Inferno of fire.
It's like the muse who plays,
The harp of hearts.
They pluck at the strings
and so love starts.
Written by: MoonBlossems
771 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 6:59pm
15th Dec 2014 6:59pm
The Fading Sky
I kept my head above the horizon for too long.
So was clipped of my wings and my down sold.
I was grounded.
So the sky lost its luster,
yet if I tried real hard
I could catch a glimpse of colour on the horizon.
multiple bands of colour set in the sky.
Eventually though much to my chagrin,
I learned to think with my mind.
Rather than my eyes.
Colour blind I had become.
And so that sky that once held so many colours
now held merely bands of grey.
I lost all fondness for that sky, that horizon.
Disillusioned I became....
So was clipped of my wings and my down sold.
I was grounded.
So the sky lost its luster,
yet if I tried real hard
I could catch a glimpse of colour on the horizon.
multiple bands of colour set in the sky.
Eventually though much to my chagrin,
I learned to think with my mind.
Rather than my eyes.
Colour blind I had become.
And so that sky that once held so many colours
now held merely bands of grey.
I lost all fondness for that sky, that horizon.
Disillusioned I became....
630 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2014 3:13pm
18th Nov 2014 3:13pm
Lady Luna Light the Way
Ending day and nearing night
Lady Luna be my beacon,
light my way.
Your children, stars will guide me
Through the darkness
Through the night
Lady Luna be my light
Through your garden of shadows.
"Mistress moon,
My lady Nightshade,
Belladonna, be my light,
Watch me, guard me,
Through the night."
Graceful darkness is her all.
Shade and Shadow at her call.
Mystique and Magic her domain.
A Polloc Painting black arcane.
Raging...
Lady Luna be my beacon,
light my way.
Your children, stars will guide me
Through the darkness
Through the night
Lady Luna be my light
Through your garden of shadows.
"Mistress moon,
My lady Nightshade,
Belladonna, be my light,
Watch me, guard me,
Through the night."
Graceful darkness is her all.
Shade and Shadow at her call.
Mystique and Magic her domain.
A Polloc Painting black arcane.
Raging...
775 reads
4 Comments
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