Submissions by Masango (Masango_SJay)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry runs through my veins but i haven't bled in a while - may I?
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 7:45pm
24th Mar 2016 7:45pm
How Do You Do It?
How did you find solitude?
Was it hiding amongst the books you read seeking human knowledge?
We have wined and dined with your insecurities and yet you still starved ours.
How is it that the flame spirit in you that honors and nourishes peace is forever gathering itself,
when the fiery flames we had have long stopped burning?
You pray in your distress and in your need,
many lose thyselves in mist of their own thoughts, and yet you wonder with an oil-lamp; the lantern of all lost souls, how do you do it?
All of us,
descendants of Samson,
had...
Was it hiding amongst the books you read seeking human knowledge?
We have wined and dined with your insecurities and yet you still starved ours.
How is it that the flame spirit in you that honors and nourishes peace is forever gathering itself,
when the fiery flames we had have long stopped burning?
You pray in your distress and in your need,
many lose thyselves in mist of their own thoughts, and yet you wonder with an oil-lamp; the lantern of all lost souls, how do you do it?
All of us,
descendants of Samson,
had...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 3:30pm
11th Mar 2016 3:30pm
How Well Do You Know Me?
How well do you know me?
All you know about me is nothing but an ineffable tale.
I never told you that I’m fearful of nocturnal;
for the demons I hunt when I’m awake, hunt me in my sleep.
Covered in wolf’s blood,
parched body,
hollow eyes I often wander into the graveyard at twilight;
as I stand on top of a grave,
I wonder how many royal bones sleep within these heaps of stones.
Today I trailed a trail of blood;
the scenario of its origin would destroy mankind.
I had some shocking memories as a kid,
visons of blood dripping from my...
All you know about me is nothing but an ineffable tale.
I never told you that I’m fearful of nocturnal;
for the demons I hunt when I’m awake, hunt me in my sleep.
Covered in wolf’s blood,
parched body,
hollow eyes I often wander into the graveyard at twilight;
as I stand on top of a grave,
I wonder how many royal bones sleep within these heaps of stones.
Today I trailed a trail of blood;
the scenario of its origin would destroy mankind.
I had some shocking memories as a kid,
visons of blood dripping from my...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 6:09pm
20th Feb 2016 6:09pm
Lost Soul
My soul is not like theirs;
impure and haunted by the screams of my victims, heart anchored by heavy boulders of putrid lifeless corpses of my enemies.
My mind held hostage by the living orphaned generations left behind by my hand.
Like my dupes i too walk lifeless;
shell of the person i used to be.
Nightwalker i have become;
plagued by the cry of all my victims.
Like nomads i have no home,
travelling lost soul, searching;
searching for my humanity.
Ironically;
in defending my loved ones,
I let my guard down and thus lost my ambiance,...
impure and haunted by the screams of my victims, heart anchored by heavy boulders of putrid lifeless corpses of my enemies.
My mind held hostage by the living orphaned generations left behind by my hand.
Like my dupes i too walk lifeless;
shell of the person i used to be.
Nightwalker i have become;
plagued by the cry of all my victims.
Like nomads i have no home,
travelling lost soul, searching;
searching for my humanity.
Ironically;
in defending my loved ones,
I let my guard down and thus lost my ambiance,...
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 5:34pm
20th Feb 2016 5:34pm
Nomad
He came a lonesome man;
a nomad from the an unkown land.
He was a hermit who took to the world, wandering,
in all it's wonders.
All he had was his companion;
the notions that held his psyche captive, along with that journal that at nocturnal he could scribble those notions that fell down from his soul like the shooting stars that fell while he slumbered beneath that moon.
Could he be welcomed into this new world?
Such thoughts once again crossed the tides of mounting pressure from the empty pages on the journal he sought to scribble upon.
Who was he...
a nomad from the an unkown land.
He was a hermit who took to the world, wandering,
in all it's wonders.
All he had was his companion;
the notions that held his psyche captive, along with that journal that at nocturnal he could scribble those notions that fell down from his soul like the shooting stars that fell while he slumbered beneath that moon.
Could he be welcomed into this new world?
Such thoughts once again crossed the tides of mounting pressure from the empty pages on the journal he sought to scribble upon.
Who was he...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 5:44pm
15th Nov 2015 5:44pm
You Miss Me Don't You?
I can see it in your eyes,
the pain that haunts your mind;
the footsteps of our memories echo loudly and asphyxiate your psyche at the sound of my name,
you miss me don’t you?
You remember how I used to make your heart flutter,
when I called you Princess, don’t you?
You look in the mirror your eyes as cold and icy as that faithful night you let plumped to let me go
and now the wind whips through so coldly and your heart shivers against it,
aching and drowning in the sea of missing me.
You pushed me away;
and now you cry yourself to sleep;...
the pain that haunts your mind;
the footsteps of our memories echo loudly and asphyxiate your psyche at the sound of my name,
you miss me don’t you?
You remember how I used to make your heart flutter,
when I called you Princess, don’t you?
You look in the mirror your eyes as cold and icy as that faithful night you let plumped to let me go
and now the wind whips through so coldly and your heart shivers against it,
aching and drowning in the sea of missing me.
You pushed me away;
and now you cry yourself to sleep;...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2015 6:42pm
6th Nov 2015 6:42pm
I Did It Again
Strange whispers from my left drawer
“do it, do it"
… fumbling for the syringe I feel my veins dilate,
blood rushing like the Mississippi river after a rainy day;
“hello old friend”,
he whispers.
As I poke through the skin I feel pins of pain then comfort;
a shadow of joy flickers once more,
my soul is now healthy.
I feel so content now;
better than I ever did,
as I sit and watch the white light coming out.
As my blood gushes I feel the devil in my psyche is now mute,
the agony inside subsides.
My state of...
“do it, do it"
… fumbling for the syringe I feel my veins dilate,
blood rushing like the Mississippi river after a rainy day;
“hello old friend”,
he whispers.
As I poke through the skin I feel pins of pain then comfort;
a shadow of joy flickers once more,
my soul is now healthy.
I feel so content now;
better than I ever did,
as I sit and watch the white light coming out.
As my blood gushes I feel the devil in my psyche is now mute,
the agony inside subsides.
My state of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2015 8:13pm
2nd Nov 2015 8:13pm
My Pride Swallowed
I am bare without you,
I fade into oblivion at the thought of you,
My heart,
it yearns for your love,
my lips long for your lips,
my entire soul yearns for you,
I miss you.
I fade into oblivion at the thought of you,
My heart,
it yearns for your love,
my lips long for your lips,
my entire soul yearns for you,
I miss you.
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 11:32am
10th Oct 2015 11:32am
Dear whoever is reading this…
What would you have had me do?
Tame my demons?
Keep them on a leash?
I’ve always craved affection,
for attention and love,
but it did nothing but leave marks on my arms full of madness and blood.
What everyone didn’t know was that,
I died inside so long before,
I’ve wondered even the darkest alleys of my shallow heart at night,
searching,
searching for a glimpse of light;
worry not I’ll walk the aisle alone,
with a bouquet of salt-tasting lilies,
all will be well.
Please hold back those tears,
see,
this is the only...
Tame my demons?
Keep them on a leash?
I’ve always craved affection,
for attention and love,
but it did nothing but leave marks on my arms full of madness and blood.
What everyone didn’t know was that,
I died inside so long before,
I’ve wondered even the darkest alleys of my shallow heart at night,
searching,
searching for a glimpse of light;
worry not I’ll walk the aisle alone,
with a bouquet of salt-tasting lilies,
all will be well.
Please hold back those tears,
see,
this is the only...
756 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2015 9:26pm
20th Sep 2015 9:26pm
Thank You Letter To My Hero/Heroin
Dear old friend,
one small teardrop rolls gently down my face unto the paper as I scribble this letter;
I know not your name but I’m grateful,
sometimes it makes me want to cry when I recall what I went through,
lying in that hospital bed with my failing breath as my oxygen-deprived lungs gave up, doctors said I didn’t have long on this earth.
But you came through for me,
you gave me another prospect;
a not-so-small plastic packet filled with red liquid life that gushed through my arteries and veins once again.
I cannot,
but help to...
one small teardrop rolls gently down my face unto the paper as I scribble this letter;
I know not your name but I’m grateful,
sometimes it makes me want to cry when I recall what I went through,
lying in that hospital bed with my failing breath as my oxygen-deprived lungs gave up, doctors said I didn’t have long on this earth.
But you came through for me,
you gave me another prospect;
a not-so-small plastic packet filled with red liquid life that gushed through my arteries and veins once again.
I cannot,
but help to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 5:21pm
10th Aug 2015 5:21pm
Death Of A Poet By His Muse
I wish to go back to that day –
the day we first met;
for it was the day I let my guard down,
the day I let you into my psyche;
you sang such a sweet song in tones so full and soft that my ears could not refrain, nor fathom their origin;
and I trusted you.
A damsel in distress consumed by lies,
you stand tall in gleaming armor,
holding that treacherous bloody knife in your hand.
Your eyes as dark as the heart you gave
and as heavy as the sins you sinned.
You haul back into the shadows without one word,
knowing you had taken aim; ...
the day we first met;
for it was the day I let my guard down,
the day I let you into my psyche;
you sang such a sweet song in tones so full and soft that my ears could not refrain, nor fathom their origin;
and I trusted you.
A damsel in distress consumed by lies,
you stand tall in gleaming armor,
holding that treacherous bloody knife in your hand.
Your eyes as dark as the heart you gave
and as heavy as the sins you sinned.
You haul back into the shadows without one word,
knowing you had taken aim; ...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 10:10am
23rd Jul 2015 10:10am
Thoughts Of A Lonesome Man At Midnight
The malignance has grown;
from the outside to the inside...
this shattered Versace merely reflects the abomination that is my heart… Oh my Creator why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
from the outside to the inside...
this shattered Versace merely reflects the abomination that is my heart… Oh my Creator why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 6:11pm
11th Jul 2015 6:11pm
Poetry
Poetry was always a metaphor for control, every choice was mine; the ink, the paper, the words. As a child I had neither sense of the world nor my place in it but poetry taught me that one’s vision could be achieved with sheer force of will. Dark thoughts that held my psyche hostage aiding in my demise were inked down and suddenly a silver lining appeared. All my fears subsided at the sight of pen and paper; for my poetry vanquished it all. The lonesome loner had now found a companion; he was no longer forlorn. Utterly bare and beautiful; my love stood in front of me, in the form of a quill...
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