Submissions by MrBuchanan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2016 6:09pm
29th Nov 2016 6:09pm
Battle Plan
The burdened backs
of the faithful Crack,
When put against you god,
They fracture under lack.
What with Worn out eyes
That might as well be blind,
you think they could they see fit
To lead this human kind?
We'll bring a better tale
Of glory and entrails,
We'll make them all believe,
It's what is meant to be.
God
It's what the people need
God
It's what we wanna see
God
He's only in our dreams
God
His plan never helped me
When the sun goes down
the lost children pray
When the morning...
of the faithful Crack,
When put against you god,
They fracture under lack.
What with Worn out eyes
That might as well be blind,
you think they could they see fit
To lead this human kind?
We'll bring a better tale
Of glory and entrails,
We'll make them all believe,
It's what is meant to be.
God
It's what the people need
God
It's what we wanna see
God
He's only in our dreams
God
His plan never helped me
When the sun goes down
the lost children pray
When the morning...
561 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2016 10:23pm
23rd Nov 2016 10:23pm
Old Soul
Desperate, down, and destitute,
Falling without parachute,
A little boy who hurts inside,
Searches for what in him died.
He used to laugh and dance and sing,
And during pain, he'd feel the sting-
But now he feels completely hollow,
Aside from the numbing sorrow.
What he can't feel, how could he share?
He hears no voice that says to care.
Now and then, he cries in anger,
Sometimes, madly laughs at danger.
He can't wrap his head around
Where his joy could now be found.
He can't tell disdain from laughter,
Nor does he...
Falling without parachute,
A little boy who hurts inside,
Searches for what in him died.
He used to laugh and dance and sing,
And during pain, he'd feel the sting-
But now he feels completely hollow,
Aside from the numbing sorrow.
What he can't feel, how could he share?
He hears no voice that says to care.
Now and then, he cries in anger,
Sometimes, madly laughs at danger.
He can't wrap his head around
Where his joy could now be found.
He can't tell disdain from laughter,
Nor does he...
671 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 5:25am
16th Nov 2016 5:25am
Illusions
He loved her so. He let her know,
He just couldn't let her go.
Young, they met, but love, they let
Last for years without regret.
He cared for her, through mostly worse,
But never once became deterred.
He studied her, her planes and curves,
He loved the more that he observed.
They walked through life devoid of strife,
He never even felt the knife..
She cried for him, the night grew dim,
She saw their chances growing slim.
He loved her so. He held her close,
He just couldn't let her go.
Decades went...
He just couldn't let her go.
Young, they met, but love, they let
Last for years without regret.
He cared for her, through mostly worse,
But never once became deterred.
He studied her, her planes and curves,
He loved the more that he observed.
They walked through life devoid of strife,
He never even felt the knife..
She cried for him, the night grew dim,
She saw their chances growing slim.
He loved her so. He held her close,
He just couldn't let her go.
Decades went...
498 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 4:47am
16th Nov 2016 4:47am
Perhaps
Perhaps you've never shed a tear
near someone that you hold dear;
and your resolve is made of stone,
but we all cry when we're alone.
Perhaps your pain is self induced
because you fear a single noose,
and your happiness is postponed
because you only cry alone.
Perhaps you've never given in
to feelings that won't let you win,
and love is what you can't condone,
so now I cry when I'm alone.
Perhaps there is a middle ground,
Dangerously safe and sound,
That you ache for in your bones,
But you'd rather cry alone....
near someone that you hold dear;
and your resolve is made of stone,
but we all cry when we're alone.
Perhaps your pain is self induced
because you fear a single noose,
and your happiness is postponed
because you only cry alone.
Perhaps you've never given in
to feelings that won't let you win,
and love is what you can't condone,
so now I cry when I'm alone.
Perhaps there is a middle ground,
Dangerously safe and sound,
That you ache for in your bones,
But you'd rather cry alone....
492 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 9:20pm
15th Nov 2016 9:20pm
Entropy Entity
What are you, Entity?
You give this life to me,
Then pick it right apart,
from the start of things,
Say lift my head up,
and then I should believe,
But you would let me burn,
so casually,
What are you, entity?
Are you a foe or friend?
Is my purpose to deserve this,
By bleeding for kin?
But tell me entity,
when have you bled for me?
What are you, entity?
Have you any blood at all?
is there a spine in your design,
Has your skin ever crawled?
Is there a conscience,
To which you...
You give this life to me,
Then pick it right apart,
from the start of things,
Say lift my head up,
and then I should believe,
But you would let me burn,
so casually,
What are you, entity?
Are you a foe or friend?
Is my purpose to deserve this,
By bleeding for kin?
But tell me entity,
when have you bled for me?
What are you, entity?
Have you any blood at all?
is there a spine in your design,
Has your skin ever crawled?
Is there a conscience,
To which you...
506 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2016 8:08pm
30th Oct 2016 8:08pm
Skin Walker
Skin walker
I've met someone I think I could love;
she brandishes what joy is made of-
I lose myself in thoughts about her,
And how I would love to surround her;
The way she talks is hypnotizing,
The way she walks is mesmerizing-
but how do I know if the love is true,
or if she just reminds me of you?
I cannot help but vainly wonder,
If, toward you, I still will plunder;
For even in my lovers trance,
The thoughts of you scantily dance.
Loving her leaves impressions of sin,
When your shadow walks upon...
I've met someone I think I could love;
she brandishes what joy is made of-
I lose myself in thoughts about her,
And how I would love to surround her;
The way she talks is hypnotizing,
The way she walks is mesmerizing-
but how do I know if the love is true,
or if she just reminds me of you?
I cannot help but vainly wonder,
If, toward you, I still will plunder;
For even in my lovers trance,
The thoughts of you scantily dance.
Loving her leaves impressions of sin,
When your shadow walks upon...
633 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2016 11:26am
2nd Oct 2016 11:26am
Wash Out
Stumbling in the trophy room,
Frozen faces, free of gloom,
Forever Hang, but what's their doom?
Thoughts of loss, betrothed to loom.
He dries his eyes and lips on sleeve,
Then washes down his last reprieve.
Ever grateful for the chance,
To get a final moment's glance.
Frozen faces, free of gloom,
Forever Hang, but what's their doom?
Thoughts of loss, betrothed to loom.
He dries his eyes and lips on sleeve,
Then washes down his last reprieve.
Ever grateful for the chance,
To get a final moment's glance.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2016 5:54am
29th Sep 2016 5:54am
High on Life
If life were a drug, and I imagined all these stunts,
I can honestly say that I'd only try it once.
If I woke up to find an easier existence,
I would praise the gods, and take haste to make recompense.
If getting out of line weren't so easy to do,
I'd probably be fine with thinking everything through.
But morals do not dictate all the actions we take,
Or none of us would lay waste while so many breed hate.
What good is genius, when everyone thinks you're insane?
Why don't I find it grievous when I'm feeling inane?
Why is that when I find someone to...
I can honestly say that I'd only try it once.
If I woke up to find an easier existence,
I would praise the gods, and take haste to make recompense.
If getting out of line weren't so easy to do,
I'd probably be fine with thinking everything through.
But morals do not dictate all the actions we take,
Or none of us would lay waste while so many breed hate.
What good is genius, when everyone thinks you're insane?
Why don't I find it grievous when I'm feeling inane?
Why is that when I find someone to...
510 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Sep 2016 4:31am
1st Sep 2016 4:31am
The Human Instrument Part 3
Satan's favorite messenger
Approaches with the news he's heard:
The world has become Hell on Earth,
Countless corpses caress dirt.
Severed heads litter the streets,
arms and legs, hands and feet.
Once every six hours now,
The people cut each other down,
In attempt, as God's creation,
To bless each with condemnation.
All in favor of you, savior,
Your name blesses lips with flavor.
Satan-God, Demon-Lord,
Lead this flock, guide this horde.
Help us offend Jesus Christ,
The self-serving Poltergeist.
...
Approaches with the news he's heard:
The world has become Hell on Earth,
Countless corpses caress dirt.
Severed heads litter the streets,
arms and legs, hands and feet.
Once every six hours now,
The people cut each other down,
In attempt, as God's creation,
To bless each with condemnation.
All in favor of you, savior,
Your name blesses lips with flavor.
Satan-God, Demon-Lord,
Lead this flock, guide this horde.
Help us offend Jesus Christ,
The self-serving Poltergeist.
...
544 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2016 3:54am
1st Sep 2016 3:54am
Muse
Infinitely I long for
Someone to write a song for.
Dismally I claim to be
Content with being lonely.
Pitifully I fake my glee
While my sorrow wallows slyly.
Regretfully the truth is:
I think I have lost my bliss.
But how, I pray, does one retrieve,
Thoughts they now cannot believe?
How can I regain my joy,
If my heart is not employed?
How can I avoid the noose
If I've lost my only muse?
Someone to write a song for.
Dismally I claim to be
Content with being lonely.
Pitifully I fake my glee
While my sorrow wallows slyly.
Regretfully the truth is:
I think I have lost my bliss.
But how, I pray, does one retrieve,
Thoughts they now cannot believe?
How can I regain my joy,
If my heart is not employed?
How can I avoid the noose
If I've lost my only muse?
521 reads
2 Comments
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