Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 5:32pm
26th Feb 2012 5:32pm
But
Skies of smoldering embers,
covered with dispersing,
smokey clouds.
Above it, an endless mystery.
Below, mysteries of love and death;
The trials within its shroud.
If i could slow this spinning earth,
I'd float and grasp the sky.
If landscapes could fit into my hand,
I'd mould and paint for sighs.
If souls took flight before my eye,
I'd keep in jars to watch them die.
If time was real and of importance,
I'd live my days like a lullaby,
but,
This is the world, a place of wonder.
No time just being, or not.
I've seen the...
covered with dispersing,
smokey clouds.
Above it, an endless mystery.
Below, mysteries of love and death;
The trials within its shroud.
If i could slow this spinning earth,
I'd float and grasp the sky.
If landscapes could fit into my hand,
I'd mould and paint for sighs.
If souls took flight before my eye,
I'd keep in jars to watch them die.
If time was real and of importance,
I'd live my days like a lullaby,
but,
This is the world, a place of wonder.
No time just being, or not.
I've seen the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 1:11pm
26th Feb 2012 1:11pm
The film of you
I lose my self in the glory of my fantasy,
ignoring the material makings.
Totally submerged and swallowing
every drop this alter-reality offers.
Unutterable labours of majestic vision,
channeled in my eyes, through my brain,
and down into my heart.
A spectacle of significant greatness,
i watch every day.
The way you stretch when you wake,
and the morning stretches with you.
Then it all retracts to continue
the roll of wonderment.
ignoring the material makings.
Totally submerged and swallowing
every drop this alter-reality offers.
Unutterable labours of majestic vision,
channeled in my eyes, through my brain,
and down into my heart.
A spectacle of significant greatness,
i watch every day.
The way you stretch when you wake,
and the morning stretches with you.
Then it all retracts to continue
the roll of wonderment.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 1:34pm
25th Feb 2012 1:34pm
The storm
It's etching closer with every look,
we know we're safe but fantasy rules.
Hear the winds growing stronger,
nature's howling threats.
You need no fear, but fear needs you.
It's reaching its slender fingers
Hoping for your unintended embrace.
So fear its fingers and leave them empty.
I am here to console your angst,
to wrap you in safe arms.
The storm is fast, and will soon pass,
so close your eyes and see what's here.
we know we're safe but fantasy rules.
Hear the winds growing stronger,
nature's howling threats.
You need no fear, but fear needs you.
It's reaching its slender fingers
Hoping for your unintended embrace.
So fear its fingers and leave them empty.
I am here to console your angst,
to wrap you in safe arms.
The storm is fast, and will soon pass,
so close your eyes and see what's here.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 6:32pm
24th Feb 2012 6:32pm
Whoever you are, well done
Let us sit and wait, together
feast our eyes and
dedicate a bloody beat.
A humble cheer to
whatever god condescends.
For whatever being or entity
moulded these statues
and structured our genes,
deserves more than twisted faiths.
feast our eyes and
dedicate a bloody beat.
A humble cheer to
whatever god condescends.
For whatever being or entity
moulded these statues
and structured our genes,
deserves more than twisted faiths.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 10:53pm
23rd Feb 2012 10:53pm
The things i would
If i could fade
as the evening light,
to seal your day
and bring you peace.
I'd wake you with
a slow sunrise,
and enchantments
of golden morning.
If you could enslave
a dream of love,
I'd strip fantasy
from your awe.
I'll maintain your lilies;
keep ever-bloomed.
My hands would wilt
with pleasure.
I'd be the star
that fends of the dark;
to guide you,
to bring you home.
I've yearned to be
your roaring laughter,
bought to you by
natures theatre;...
as the evening light,
to seal your day
and bring you peace.
I'd wake you with
a slow sunrise,
and enchantments
of golden morning.
If you could enslave
a dream of love,
I'd strip fantasy
from your awe.
I'll maintain your lilies;
keep ever-bloomed.
My hands would wilt
with pleasure.
I'd be the star
that fends of the dark;
to guide you,
to bring you home.
I've yearned to be
your roaring laughter,
bought to you by
natures theatre;...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 9:40am
23rd Feb 2012 9:40am
The Unknown
If I could see what was waiting would I still walk this path? Or
would I trample dreams in solemn ground or
enjoy every breath?
I would roll the die and gamble faiths,
but the pessimist is too strong.
I'm not the willing, nor the wanting,
but the need for resolution.
Grant me the mind of the humble shrew
whose hunger doesn't devour him.
For my digging thoughts dig ever more,
and lose me in the dark.
So I walk towards the unknown,
faithless.
would I trample dreams in solemn ground or
enjoy every breath?
I would roll the die and gamble faiths,
but the pessimist is too strong.
I'm not the willing, nor the wanting,
but the need for resolution.
Grant me the mind of the humble shrew
whose hunger doesn't devour him.
For my digging thoughts dig ever more,
and lose me in the dark.
So I walk towards the unknown,
faithless.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 4:08pm
21st Feb 2012 4:08pm
Lovers
They knew not of their souls existence;
now they were much more than aware.
They see an old world with new eyes,
beauty in swirling grey skies.
Every time they touch, they lose themselves
in a disorientating euphoria.
Pledges of fatal devotion and loyalty
are the music to these ears.
Days blend with nights of everlasting joy.
They know an end is eventual and inevitable,
but in this moment, this is forever.
As the morning greets them
with distant caws,
They find themselves wrapped
in each others skin.
now they were much more than aware.
They see an old world with new eyes,
beauty in swirling grey skies.
Every time they touch, they lose themselves
in a disorientating euphoria.
Pledges of fatal devotion and loyalty
are the music to these ears.
Days blend with nights of everlasting joy.
They know an end is eventual and inevitable,
but in this moment, this is forever.
As the morning greets them
with distant caws,
They find themselves wrapped
in each others skin.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 8:18am
17th Feb 2012 8:18am
Even in Death
The strangest of images;
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound
with just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
to the old woman's feet.
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound
with just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
to the old woman's feet.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 5:36pm
12th Feb 2012 5:36pm
Questions
With just a breezing thought of you
I found myself stranded.
Scouring the longest valley of
my conscious memory.
If i could play the sweetest song,
would you still want to hear?
Or walk with me the vallis snellius
and keep eachother grounded?
Could you be that ancient oak
perishing next to the acorn?
Would you be that battered sail,
sailing to the storms?
I have been the smoke without flame,
dispersing on the winds.
Then travelled in the high jet streams
to rage the forest fires.
Can you give home to the lost...
I found myself stranded.
Scouring the longest valley of
my conscious memory.
If i could play the sweetest song,
would you still want to hear?
Or walk with me the vallis snellius
and keep eachother grounded?
Could you be that ancient oak
perishing next to the acorn?
Would you be that battered sail,
sailing to the storms?
I have been the smoke without flame,
dispersing on the winds.
Then travelled in the high jet streams
to rage the forest fires.
Can you give home to the lost...
623 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 7:16pm
11th Feb 2012 7:16pm
Winter woodpecker
The soundtrack to these tree's
was one of hammering hunger.
Young mouths wait,
with a ravenous shiver;
a shiver not shared by father.
He skips and flutters,
flutters and climbs;
a scavange through the fruitless.
Through the tree's density:
Flashes of black and white feathers,
chased by a rear of striking red.
His rear, not the native
to its zebra-like body,
but accompanies him with sanctity.
After the aero acrabatics,
with a gut full of labor and crawlers,
he returns proud with a warm feast.
A king makes, and sits...
was one of hammering hunger.
Young mouths wait,
with a ravenous shiver;
a shiver not shared by father.
He skips and flutters,
flutters and climbs;
a scavange through the fruitless.
Through the tree's density:
Flashes of black and white feathers,
chased by a rear of striking red.
His rear, not the native
to its zebra-like body,
but accompanies him with sanctity.
After the aero acrabatics,
with a gut full of labor and crawlers,
he returns proud with a warm feast.
A king makes, and sits...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 8:58pm
10th Feb 2012 8:58pm
The unfortunate(their last kiss)
A room full of distorted faces;
their heaven ran dry,
but they remained soaked
as the morning called for a fresh head.
They would fill their guts
as best as they could.
The luckless recieve a kiss goodbye:
A thoughtless kiss;
a farewell routine;
the last kiss.
They trudge heavy-handed
through an unwelcoming scene,
but welcomers wait with a grin.
Fate has prepared, schemed and tricked.
Their swords weigh tons;
a shield is the body's anchor;
the helmet traps the body's vapours,
but moral is raised by words from...
their heaven ran dry,
but they remained soaked
as the morning called for a fresh head.
They would fill their guts
as best as they could.
The luckless recieve a kiss goodbye:
A thoughtless kiss;
a farewell routine;
the last kiss.
They trudge heavy-handed
through an unwelcoming scene,
but welcomers wait with a grin.
Fate has prepared, schemed and tricked.
Their swords weigh tons;
a shield is the body's anchor;
the helmet traps the body's vapours,
but moral is raised by words from...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 3:24pm
10th Feb 2012 3:24pm
To her soul
She's dancing for her soul
Naive tilted heads assume
She's dancing for their pleasure
She's dancing for her soul;
Her soul cannot be measured
By her decisions and reasons,
but by her smiles intention
On softening the sturdy and-
Never seeking solace
Naive tilted heads assume
She's dancing for their pleasure
She's dancing for her soul;
Her soul cannot be measured
By her decisions and reasons,
but by her smiles intention
On softening the sturdy and-
Never seeking solace
692 reads
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