Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2012 4:15pm
9th Feb 2012 4:15pm
Although
I saw a tree standing
Enshrouded
In a larger tree's shadow
Still, casting its own
Bolder, darker shadow
Enshrouded
In a larger tree's shadow
Still, casting its own
Bolder, darker shadow
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2012 4:12pm
8th Feb 2012 4:12pm
Where light is lost
A place tucked safe
in the deepest valley
Snow covered tracks
lead the lost to see
The iced over lakes
distort my reflection
No sun is rising
Moon maps direction
A tideless stale land
Growthless of beauty
Soils rich in sorrow
No wind pays duty
In me, a haunt
Days gobbled by night
I sleep to return where
Shadow chases light
(Competition poem)
in the deepest valley
Snow covered tracks
lead the lost to see
The iced over lakes
distort my reflection
No sun is rising
Moon maps direction
A tideless stale land
Growthless of beauty
Soils rich in sorrow
No wind pays duty
In me, a haunt
Days gobbled by night
I sleep to return where
Shadow chases light
(Competition poem)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 5:18pm
7th Feb 2012 5:18pm
Mother
Mother, dear mother
I should thank you for birth
But all the years of absence
Left me questioning my gratitude
Mother, induced mother
Why do you sleep for eighteen hours?
Are you ill or not so well?
And what's that smokey smell of dirt?
Mother, angry mother
You didn't sleep much today
You painted me with bruises
While i laughed them speedily away
Mother, goodbye mother
Your priorities pushed me away
The addiction was too strong
A boy left to wander and stray
Mother, O lost mother
I do not hate, nor...
I should thank you for birth
But all the years of absence
Left me questioning my gratitude
Mother, induced mother
Why do you sleep for eighteen hours?
Are you ill or not so well?
And what's that smokey smell of dirt?
Mother, angry mother
You didn't sleep much today
You painted me with bruises
While i laughed them speedily away
Mother, goodbye mother
Your priorities pushed me away
The addiction was too strong
A boy left to wander and stray
Mother, O lost mother
I do not hate, nor...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 4:45pm
6th Feb 2012 4:45pm
Song of the lost
Our toes are all missing
We shuffle to nowhere
We mimic the living
Can't talk but we listen
We walk the dark valley
The plants here can't grow
It is endless as we see
The ground dies while we be
We appear as on earth
We rot with the clock
The invert of birth
Without mother with girth
Our skulls rattle as we fall
When our limbs limp their last
The shattered bones of all
Sign the ground with their scrawl
We utter not a word
But muster many groans
A wail for this world
Our song is never heard
We shuffle to nowhere
We mimic the living
Can't talk but we listen
We walk the dark valley
The plants here can't grow
It is endless as we see
The ground dies while we be
We appear as on earth
We rot with the clock
The invert of birth
Without mother with girth
Our skulls rattle as we fall
When our limbs limp their last
The shattered bones of all
Sign the ground with their scrawl
We utter not a word
But muster many groans
A wail for this world
Our song is never heard
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 5:30pm
5th Feb 2012 5:30pm
Watching the light
I use to sit there, every morning
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask...
Waiting for the sun to silently slither
As i watched the shadows grow
a horrid epiphany slid through me
A manifestation that cut my air
A blinking light of immateriality
The days will consecutively arrive,
and the nights will follow unconditional
Before me,
through me
and with a melancholic ease
After me
You may ask me of such mysteries
like love or death,
and all other insignificants
I am discontent in the acts of man
Bewildered and undone
by a theatre more superior
Ask...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 5:29pm
1st Feb 2012 5:29pm
Winter through the panes
As the dark grows in late
Afternoon dealt its last hand
The frost begins its reign
My fingers hesitantly hang
Over a page that is blank and waiting
An eye and a half paired
With the vocals of my thoughts
Peered beyond the window panes
The trees holding tight against
The bites of the coming night
Hanging moss like witch's hair
Clinging like a marsupiul
Above this frozen frame of still
An empty sky of navy dawning
Starless rolling fields of night
Illude to deliver the sense of cloud
The moon is weak with...
Afternoon dealt its last hand
The frost begins its reign
My fingers hesitantly hang
Over a page that is blank and waiting
An eye and a half paired
With the vocals of my thoughts
Peered beyond the window panes
The trees holding tight against
The bites of the coming night
Hanging moss like witch's hair
Clinging like a marsupiul
Above this frozen frame of still
An empty sky of navy dawning
Starless rolling fields of night
Illude to deliver the sense of cloud
The moon is weak with...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 1:46pm
31st Jan 2012 1:46pm
Curse of time
She had the face of an angel
A smile that transcends
An unearthly air
She had the heart of a lion
Courages and brave
with a ravenous hunger
She had the body of an hourglass
Curved to perfection
Timeless, for a time
Time had definately been unjust
Time had only done its duty
Rusts and breaks hardest steel
Corodes the patience and its virtue
She has the skin of an old paperback
Worn and torn
The edges all curled
She has the mind of a pine marten
Alone and foraging
Not by choice or will
She...
A smile that transcends
An unearthly air
She had the heart of a lion
Courages and brave
with a ravenous hunger
She had the body of an hourglass
Curved to perfection
Timeless, for a time
Time had definately been unjust
Time had only done its duty
Rusts and breaks hardest steel
Corodes the patience and its virtue
She has the skin of an old paperback
Worn and torn
The edges all curled
She has the mind of a pine marten
Alone and foraging
Not by choice or will
She...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 9:09pm
30th Jan 2012 9:09pm
Home of the nomad
Tore my flesh to steal my sanity
Left me dazed and restless
Always wishing, wanting and hoping
Never sure, never expecting
Sitting here
with thoughts that ponder
Questioning me of my integrity
How dare the conscience dare defy
The core of my stability
I stand before the honest mirror,
but clarity's gone out shopping
I hope to buy a gift for me
A gift of true reflection
I fail to recognise, however hard i look
The fractures in myself
I sink a bottle
I sink seven more
I sunk beyond the lowest ...
Left me dazed and restless
Always wishing, wanting and hoping
Never sure, never expecting
Sitting here
with thoughts that ponder
Questioning me of my integrity
How dare the conscience dare defy
The core of my stability
I stand before the honest mirror,
but clarity's gone out shopping
I hope to buy a gift for me
A gift of true reflection
I fail to recognise, however hard i look
The fractures in myself
I sink a bottle
I sink seven more
I sunk beyond the lowest ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 11:52am
29th Jan 2012 11:52am
Owls
Even after the long bitter nights
The sun still burst over the frozen canvas
Flowering of butterflies
Stretch and twists of the willow
In the speedy travel of light
Our emptiness is illuminated
The less fortunate belong to the night
A shelter for the unwanted sights
The freedom of dark captured by a star
The torture of the day restrained
by its revolving reign of light
The balance is fair but brutal
We learn to adapt, to avoid
To venture when necessity becons
The wisdom of the owl
Nocturnal solitudes of bliss
The sun still burst over the frozen canvas
Flowering of butterflies
Stretch and twists of the willow
In the speedy travel of light
Our emptiness is illuminated
The less fortunate belong to the night
A shelter for the unwanted sights
The freedom of dark captured by a star
The torture of the day restrained
by its revolving reign of light
The balance is fair but brutal
We learn to adapt, to avoid
To venture when necessity becons
The wisdom of the owl
Nocturnal solitudes of bliss
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 6:56pm
27th Jan 2012 6:56pm
Reckoning
If only i could leave this bed
Could i escape him then?
The silhouette of a hooded head
stares and waits for when
I never see a movement made
Motionless presence glares
No face, no eyes, a black cascade
Needles replacing my hairs
Every day when i awake
He's crept a deathly tread
The more i stare the less i fear
Left humbled by the dead
A scythe so huge, so nonsensical
A sickle would be apt
An easy harvest to bring my fall
My bleak thoughts have him rapt
I wake to see at a hairs distance
Reckoning arrived...
Could i escape him then?
The silhouette of a hooded head
stares and waits for when
I never see a movement made
Motionless presence glares
No face, no eyes, a black cascade
Needles replacing my hairs
Every day when i awake
He's crept a deathly tread
The more i stare the less i fear
Left humbled by the dead
A scythe so huge, so nonsensical
A sickle would be apt
An easy harvest to bring my fall
My bleak thoughts have him rapt
I wake to see at a hairs distance
Reckoning arrived...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 3:45pm
26th Jan 2012 3:45pm
I once lived a dream
I was the dreamer
You were the dream
I was the rain cloud
You, the sun-beam
We were the dream
I dreamt no more
Come rain or sun
I had you to adore
I am the dreamer
You are the dream
Lost you forever,
forever i'll dream
You were the dream
I was the rain cloud
You, the sun-beam
We were the dream
I dreamt no more
Come rain or sun
I had you to adore
I am the dreamer
You are the dream
Lost you forever,
forever i'll dream
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 6:12pm
25th Jan 2012 6:12pm
The cost to touch and be touched
What use is the river that i can't touch, or
the rain that never lands on me?
A muse for eyes to lay upon
and feast a meal not whole
I am the hungered, starved alive
Feeding on admirations
Is beauty more when observed or
to be a part and disappointed
A blend of both feeds all but few
Unnoticed in the selfless
Can this be studied, moulded and learned
For i fear i sit with no substance
To be famed for brilliance, and be modest
To want for nothing more
What is fame in brilliance without
recognition, a greed for the meek
the rain that never lands on me?
A muse for eyes to lay upon
and feast a meal not whole
I am the hungered, starved alive
Feeding on admirations
Is beauty more when observed or
to be a part and disappointed
A blend of both feeds all but few
Unnoticed in the selfless
Can this be studied, moulded and learned
For i fear i sit with no substance
To be famed for brilliance, and be modest
To want for nothing more
What is fame in brilliance without
recognition, a greed for the meek
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