Submissions by MythsComeAlive
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Mar 2011 4:52pm
30th Mar 2011 4:52pm
Wolf-Eyed Girl
-VERSE1-
Yellow eyes shining from the dark
Watching me from across the park
Luring me from the shallow light
And into the night!
Yellow eyes 'midst the heaving crowd
Wearing the darkness like a fluttering shroud
I reach for you through the waves of sound
But then you turned around!
-PRECHORUS-
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for the night.
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for your light!
-CHORUS-
Wolf-eyed girl, won't you show me the way,
And teach me to run like you.
We'll run through the trees, ...
Yellow eyes shining from the dark
Watching me from across the park
Luring me from the shallow light
And into the night!
Yellow eyes 'midst the heaving crowd
Wearing the darkness like a fluttering shroud
I reach for you through the waves of sound
But then you turned around!
-PRECHORUS-
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for the night.
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for your light!
-CHORUS-
Wolf-eyed girl, won't you show me the way,
And teach me to run like you.
We'll run through the trees, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2011 1:56am
29th Mar 2011 1:56am
Burn With Me
The world is aflame.
I twirl
Within the fire,
Delighting in the feel
Of my flesh
Burning.
Won't you join me?
Won't you dance with me
In this fire
Until we both
Are nothing but
Ash?
One day,
We shall burn away.
But today,
We burn gladly,
Laughing with glee
As we
Blaze.
Burn with me-
It feels so nice.
Burn with me-
Forget about tomorrow,
So you can live for today.
Burn with me-
It's no fun
To burn alone.
Burn with me-
And I will teach you to live.
I twirl
Within the fire,
Delighting in the feel
Of my flesh
Burning.
Won't you join me?
Won't you dance with me
In this fire
Until we both
Are nothing but
Ash?
One day,
We shall burn away.
But today,
We burn gladly,
Laughing with glee
As we
Blaze.
Burn with me-
It feels so nice.
Burn with me-
Forget about tomorrow,
So you can live for today.
Burn with me-
It's no fun
To burn alone.
Burn with me-
And I will teach you to live.
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Mar 2011 1:54am
29th Mar 2011 1:54am
The Wanderer
Sit down by the fireside
And listen to my tale.
Now many a night has passed
On these long and lonely hills.
But no one has seen more of them
Than the Wanderer.
Who is he, you ask?
No one knows.
Hell, I don't think he does.
But he's always been here.
Sometimes at night,
When you're layin' awake,
Tired and restless,
You see him walking,
Just beyond the ring of light
From your fire.
You can call to him,
Invite him to join you,
But he'll just turn his head
And you'll see those sad, sad eyes,
And he'll...
And listen to my tale.
Now many a night has passed
On these long and lonely hills.
But no one has seen more of them
Than the Wanderer.
Who is he, you ask?
No one knows.
Hell, I don't think he does.
But he's always been here.
Sometimes at night,
When you're layin' awake,
Tired and restless,
You see him walking,
Just beyond the ring of light
From your fire.
You can call to him,
Invite him to join you,
But he'll just turn his head
And you'll see those sad, sad eyes,
And he'll...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Mar 2011 3:02pm
28th Mar 2011 3:02pm
Afraid
I am cold.
I do not open my eyes- my eyes are too cold to open. Rather, I drift into awareness. It is dark. My cellmates have gone. The blood splattering the ground has long since dried and turned brown. How long have I been asleep?
Or have I been asleep? I feel no warmth, no movement, no breath. Could I be... Dead? And if so, where am I? For I know that this place, this cold, empty room, could not be Heaven. So, is this Hell? Or some twisted form of purgatory?
No. In my core, in the part of my consciousness that linger still, I know where I am. I am in my cell, the room of the...
I do not open my eyes- my eyes are too cold to open. Rather, I drift into awareness. It is dark. My cellmates have gone. The blood splattering the ground has long since dried and turned brown. How long have I been asleep?
Or have I been asleep? I feel no warmth, no movement, no breath. Could I be... Dead? And if so, where am I? For I know that this place, this cold, empty room, could not be Heaven. So, is this Hell? Or some twisted form of purgatory?
No. In my core, in the part of my consciousness that linger still, I know where I am. I am in my cell, the room of the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2011 12:38pm
26th Mar 2011 12:38pm
Unsere Ella
Walking alone
Amidst the graves
Feeling the residual sadness around me,
With the flowers given
In attempts to alleviate the pain
Brought by visits to
This horrible place
Shining with spots of color
That seem out of place.
My grandmother is here,
Buried in the ground.
In a box,
Safe from the elements.
She has a stone over her head,
With beautifully done carvings
Showing who she was.
My mother and sister are here
Above the ground,
Attempting to make
Cheerful conversation,
Thinking I'm afraid.
But...
Amidst the graves
Feeling the residual sadness around me,
With the flowers given
In attempts to alleviate the pain
Brought by visits to
This horrible place
Shining with spots of color
That seem out of place.
My grandmother is here,
Buried in the ground.
In a box,
Safe from the elements.
She has a stone over her head,
With beautifully done carvings
Showing who she was.
My mother and sister are here
Above the ground,
Attempting to make
Cheerful conversation,
Thinking I'm afraid.
But...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2011 12:36pm
26th Mar 2011 12:36pm
What Makes A Home?
Crashing waves
Upon the sand.
Stars in the sky above,
Shining on the endless
Sea.
Home is where
Your treasure is.
But what makes a home?
Decisions
And choices
And actions
And hopes.
These are a life,
These are the world.
And as each evolves
So does their bearer.
Home is where
Your loved ones are.
But where can they be safe?
Gunfire and crunching wheels,
Shouts and screams and
Laughter and snores.
Surrounded by people
Whose names you shall never know,
And yet with them you share...
Upon the sand.
Stars in the sky above,
Shining on the endless
Sea.
Home is where
Your treasure is.
But what makes a home?
Decisions
And choices
And actions
And hopes.
These are a life,
These are the world.
And as each evolves
So does their bearer.
Home is where
Your loved ones are.
But where can they be safe?
Gunfire and crunching wheels,
Shouts and screams and
Laughter and snores.
Surrounded by people
Whose names you shall never know,
And yet with them you share...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2011 10:39pm
25th Mar 2011 10:39pm
Spiderweb Cage
Holding on to a butterfly’s wings
Holding my heart on tattered strings
Holding your breath amidst fragile things
I see you, do you see me?
Calling a name through the growing night
Hiding my face from the dimming light
Yelling and screaming with all my might
I am the door, will you be my key?
Smiles reflected on the falling tears
Watching them splash on the coming years
Running away as happiness nears
I know who you are, but who will I be?
Identities shatter on the stolen glass
The shell that remains shines like polished brass...
Holding my heart on tattered strings
Holding your breath amidst fragile things
I see you, do you see me?
Calling a name through the growing night
Hiding my face from the dimming light
Yelling and screaming with all my might
I am the door, will you be my key?
Smiles reflected on the falling tears
Watching them splash on the coming years
Running away as happiness nears
I know who you are, but who will I be?
Identities shatter on the stolen glass
The shell that remains shines like polished brass...
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