Submissions by MythsComeAlive
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2012 7:22pm
13th Sep 2012 7:22pm
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I was nine years old the first time I saw the woman.
She was old, her hair a wispy grayish white that floated loosely about her head. She wore a plain yellow dress that must have had some tinting beneath it, because it seemed to change colors when I wasn’t looking, though was always normal when I turned to look. Her legs were barely visible beneath the long dress, and what you could see was covered in soft-looking veins, but she stood like her legs were beautiful. The dress was such a bright color that it distracted from the brilliant blue of her eyes.
I was on my way to go...
She was old, her hair a wispy grayish white that floated loosely about her head. She wore a plain yellow dress that must have had some tinting beneath it, because it seemed to change colors when I wasn’t looking, though was always normal when I turned to look. Her legs were barely visible beneath the long dress, and what you could see was covered in soft-looking veins, but she stood like her legs were beautiful. The dress was such a bright color that it distracted from the brilliant blue of her eyes.
I was on my way to go...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Jun 2012 8:31pm
30th Jun 2012 8:31pm
Free
There were plastic covers on the chair
The cobweb of memories in her hair
And I wondered if she'd ever be free.
There were stars shining in the sky
Reflecting off of tired eyes
And she wondered if she'd ever be free.
Learning to fly,
Learning to run,
And wondering if freedom will come.
A song was ending on the radio
The curtains falling on a living show
And she wondered if she'd ever be free.
An empty threat in an empty home
A forgotten hope with a lonely gun
And I wondered if she'd ever be free.
Learning to...
The cobweb of memories in her hair
And I wondered if she'd ever be free.
There were stars shining in the sky
Reflecting off of tired eyes
And she wondered if she'd ever be free.
Learning to fly,
Learning to run,
And wondering if freedom will come.
A song was ending on the radio
The curtains falling on a living show
And she wondered if she'd ever be free.
An empty threat in an empty home
A forgotten hope with a lonely gun
And I wondered if she'd ever be free.
Learning to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2012 2:11am
2nd Jun 2012 2:11am
Raise My Glass
The clouds taste like nostalgia
And the food looks like memories
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s gone.
The future smells like promise
And the music feels like opportunity
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s coming.
Our laughter feels like hope
And our hopes feel like reality
So I’ll raise my glass to what is.
But sooner or later
Our glasses stand empty
Our chairs pulled out at our sides.
A final goodbye
A final farewell
And friendships that linger in silence.
Quiet departures from remembering
All the good...
And the food looks like memories
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s gone.
The future smells like promise
And the music feels like opportunity
So I’ll raise my glass to what’s coming.
Our laughter feels like hope
And our hopes feel like reality
So I’ll raise my glass to what is.
But sooner or later
Our glasses stand empty
Our chairs pulled out at our sides.
A final goodbye
A final farewell
And friendships that linger in silence.
Quiet departures from remembering
All the good...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2012 1:06am
6th May 2012 1:06am
Untitled
I won’t tell you
Freedom’s not sweet
If you’re alone.
I won’t tell you
Joy isn’t real
If there’s no one
To share it.
I won’t tell you
That I dislike solitude
Or wish for constant
Attention.
I won’t tell you
That I prefer company
Over solitude.
I won’t tell you
I prefer solitude
Over company.
I won’t tell you
That love
Or lack of it
Shapes my actions
Or thoughts.
I won’t tell you
That it really affects me
At all.
I won’t tell you
That I need someone.
...
Freedom’s not sweet
If you’re alone.
I won’t tell you
Joy isn’t real
If there’s no one
To share it.
I won’t tell you
That I dislike solitude
Or wish for constant
Attention.
I won’t tell you
That I prefer company
Over solitude.
I won’t tell you
I prefer solitude
Over company.
I won’t tell you
That love
Or lack of it
Shapes my actions
Or thoughts.
I won’t tell you
That it really affects me
At all.
I won’t tell you
That I need someone.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 10:18pm
13th Mar 2012 10:18pm
Modern Heretics
Don't ignore the world
Around you
In favor of one
Above-
Life is
What we have
And it's everywhere-
If you'd look
From the clouds
And see.
Our Saviours are hung
On chain-link fences-
But they save us
All the same.
Their lives are laid down
Day to day
And their gospels fall
On deaf ears.
Our disciples gather
In night clubs,
And alley
Littered with trash.
But they still talk
About love,
And hopes and dreams
And triumphs.
Our Samaritans are just
People on the...
Around you
In favor of one
Above-
Life is
What we have
And it's everywhere-
If you'd look
From the clouds
And see.
Our Saviours are hung
On chain-link fences-
But they save us
All the same.
Their lives are laid down
Day to day
And their gospels fall
On deaf ears.
Our disciples gather
In night clubs,
And alley
Littered with trash.
But they still talk
About love,
And hopes and dreams
And triumphs.
Our Samaritans are just
People on the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2012 10:48pm
28th Jan 2012 10:48pm
Untitled
Nightmares
Are what remind us
That Evil doesn't need
A face.
Dreams
Are what remind us
That Goodness doesn't need
A cause.
Oh,
People of the world,
Do you remember
How to Dream?
Are what remind us
That Evil doesn't need
A face.
Dreams
Are what remind us
That Goodness doesn't need
A cause.
Oh,
People of the world,
Do you remember
How to Dream?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 2:31am
13th Jan 2012 2:31am
Answer To Serenity
I need no prayer for serenity,
Nor courage,
Nor wisdom,
Nor change.
I already know to accept the unchangeable,
And to not fight
What I know
To be real.
And you, O Force,
Be you karma or cosmos or King,
You have been here from the beginning-
Before me
And after me
And in me.
You are eternal,
And cannot be changed.
So I do not try.
But you are not my master.
I may be a slave to reality,
And I may not fight what is true,
But I will not be a slave to circumstance.
You may rule the...
Nor courage,
Nor wisdom,
Nor change.
I already know to accept the unchangeable,
And to not fight
What I know
To be real.
And you, O Force,
Be you karma or cosmos or King,
You have been here from the beginning-
Before me
And after me
And in me.
You are eternal,
And cannot be changed.
So I do not try.
But you are not my master.
I may be a slave to reality,
And I may not fight what is true,
But I will not be a slave to circumstance.
You may rule the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2011 3:13pm
17th Dec 2011 3:13pm
Dance
I look down
I look all around
I press my ear to the shaking ground
But shadows can dance without a sound.
Black leaves upon the earth
Green ones in the sky
The black ones flutter
Like birds in the air-
But the green ones are still.
I look down
I look all around
I press my ear to the shaking ground
But shadows can dance without a sound.
The solid blackness of buildings
The fluttering darkness of birds
Unaffected
And unadorned
And solidly intangible.
I look down
I look all around
I press my ear...
I look all around
I press my ear to the shaking ground
But shadows can dance without a sound.
Black leaves upon the earth
Green ones in the sky
The black ones flutter
Like birds in the air-
But the green ones are still.
I look down
I look all around
I press my ear to the shaking ground
But shadows can dance without a sound.
The solid blackness of buildings
The fluttering darkness of birds
Unaffected
And unadorned
And solidly intangible.
I look down
I look all around
I press my ear...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 5:35pm
3rd Dec 2011 5:35pm
The Battlefield of Reality
Tis done, 'tis done, though once, 'twas all but won-
The battle laid, the troops had gathered 'round-
Weapons shining in the rising sun,
When all at once there came a deadly sound:
Footsteps and armor clanking with the beat
Revealed, they were, our plans so carefully made
They came a'running, shining in the heat
A battle- no! A slaughter it became!
We had no hope, my weary troops and I-
Our one advantage lost with secrets said.
And so, it is, with one last weary sigh,
That I lay my long plans at last to bed.
'Tis done, 'tis done, though...
The battle laid, the troops had gathered 'round-
Weapons shining in the rising sun,
When all at once there came a deadly sound:
Footsteps and armor clanking with the beat
Revealed, they were, our plans so carefully made
They came a'running, shining in the heat
A battle- no! A slaughter it became!
We had no hope, my weary troops and I-
Our one advantage lost with secrets said.
And so, it is, with one last weary sigh,
That I lay my long plans at last to bed.
'Tis done, 'tis done, though...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 5:34pm
3rd Dec 2011 5:34pm
The Light
In thorns and ash I find myself reborn
A phoenix rising from its weary grave
But who in this world of hatred and scorn
Would see me and know that I'm not the same?
My reflection has long been left behind
My soul has since exploded from its shell
A light that grows the longer it has shined
Drinking deeply from life's endless well.
But you, your smile like everything is right,
Your eyes, so dark and oh, so far away
Couldn't you ever look upon my light
And maybe ever hear these words I say?
I look at you and wonder if it's true- ...
A phoenix rising from its weary grave
But who in this world of hatred and scorn
Would see me and know that I'm not the same?
My reflection has long been left behind
My soul has since exploded from its shell
A light that grows the longer it has shined
Drinking deeply from life's endless well.
But you, your smile like everything is right,
Your eyes, so dark and oh, so far away
Couldn't you ever look upon my light
And maybe ever hear these words I say?
I look at you and wonder if it's true- ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2011 00:35am
4th Oct 2011 00:35am
Sunlit Shadow
Shadowed trees
And shadowed leaves.
Blackness where
Once there was detail.
Sunset skies
Light up the shadows
And make it only too clear
Just how much we’re missing.
Reality?
Illusion?
Some fantasy between?
Invisible in the light
The trees are blacker
Than the night to come,
And the sun
Too bright for stars-
How can you see
The world
When the sun
Overshadows it all?
Isn’t there
More to see?
Isn’t there
More to be?
And isn’t there
A star
Just waiting for me?
And shadowed leaves.
Blackness where
Once there was detail.
Sunset skies
Light up the shadows
And make it only too clear
Just how much we’re missing.
Reality?
Illusion?
Some fantasy between?
Invisible in the light
The trees are blacker
Than the night to come,
And the sun
Too bright for stars-
How can you see
The world
When the sun
Overshadows it all?
Isn’t there
More to see?
Isn’t there
More to be?
And isn’t there
A star
Just waiting for me?
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Oct 2011 00:09am
4th Oct 2011 00:09am
The Watcher
I am the watcher.
Cold and alone
I drift
In this house
No longer
My own.
A family here-
I've known them for years-
They live in this house
Of mine.
The daughter,
She feels me sometimes,
So it is on her
I set my sights.
Cold and alone
For so long,
I long to be seen
Even once.
Cannot the watcher
Become the watched?
Here-
She's alone tonight.
Her breath echoes
In a house
So absent of
My own.
I must be careful-
I can't scare her too much
Or she'll run....
Cold and alone
I drift
In this house
No longer
My own.
A family here-
I've known them for years-
They live in this house
Of mine.
The daughter,
She feels me sometimes,
So it is on her
I set my sights.
Cold and alone
For so long,
I long to be seen
Even once.
Cannot the watcher
Become the watched?
Here-
She's alone tonight.
Her breath echoes
In a house
So absent of
My own.
I must be careful-
I can't scare her too much
Or she'll run....
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