Submissions by Nameless_Traveler (Andrew Kerklaan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 6:22pm
17th Sep 2011 6:22pm
The Over Looked
Does it matter that it could make your day?
That it could inspire you to look further...
To "ride the spiral"?
I mean ignorance is bliss right?
Sure its amazing to the people that know you...
Thats enough right?
A small peice of yourself....
Small in its own insignificance it is meaningless to the masses..
A grain of salt
Just another post...
One more paper...
Too much effort to read...
Am I right?
Have the efforts gone to waste?
I think they might......
That it could inspire you to look further...
To "ride the spiral"?
I mean ignorance is bliss right?
Sure its amazing to the people that know you...
Thats enough right?
A small peice of yourself....
Small in its own insignificance it is meaningless to the masses..
A grain of salt
Just another post...
One more paper...
Too much effort to read...
Am I right?
Have the efforts gone to waste?
I think they might......
685 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 6:15pm
17th Sep 2011 6:15pm
Insignificant Speck of Dust
Twirling through the air
Your so careless
Meaning filled only in the creative eyes of a child
Never any more
Sunlight catches your face
This face you sheild us from
Told from such an age we are a snowflake
Another star in the sky
Philisophical writings of your mythilogical battles steak the night
Why do you mean so little?
Just a fleck of organic matter in a pit of nothingness
Why are you here?
Oh tiny insignifican speck of dust....
My...
Your so careless
Meaning filled only in the creative eyes of a child
Never any more
Sunlight catches your face
This face you sheild us from
Told from such an age we are a snowflake
Another star in the sky
Philisophical writings of your mythilogical battles steak the night
Why do you mean so little?
Just a fleck of organic matter in a pit of nothingness
Why are you here?
Oh tiny insignifican speck of dust....
My...
1004 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 8:58am
17th Sep 2011 8:58am
The Foolish Man
Living a silly life
His ideas squewed by meaningless thoughts and imaginitive images
Unserious in his own child-hearted ways
Living life solely for simplistic happiness
Totally uncaring for the bitter cold truths of the world
Oblivious in his search for happiness
Unaffected by polititians or war
Compeletly inept to violence
Existing on love for his affairs he exists behind constrained walls
Put up by himself to protect the child within
Within his affairs...
His ideas squewed by meaningless thoughts and imaginitive images
Unserious in his own child-hearted ways
Living life solely for simplistic happiness
Totally uncaring for the bitter cold truths of the world
Oblivious in his search for happiness
Unaffected by polititians or war
Compeletly inept to violence
Existing on love for his affairs he exists behind constrained walls
Put up by himself to protect the child within
Within his affairs...
749 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 8:54am
17th Sep 2011 8:54am
Slaves For Hire
Sell your life for their coins, their papers and their lies
Tell yourself the week is nearly over when climb into bed and die
Sell your soul for a cheque
Your hard earned life
An hour for a couple bucks...
Seems fair right?
Building a pyramid we will never live long enough to rest in
Breaking your back as the working class hero...
This ball and chain keeping me captive to this horror show that only plays repeats of your least favorite...
Tell yourself the week is nearly over when climb into bed and die
Sell your soul for a cheque
Your hard earned life
An hour for a couple bucks...
Seems fair right?
Building a pyramid we will never live long enough to rest in
Breaking your back as the working class hero...
This ball and chain keeping me captive to this horror show that only plays repeats of your least favorite...
935 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 11:47pm
16th Sep 2011 11:47pm
Bitter Musings of A Passerby
He decends the stairs of the porch on the house sleepily
.....He is calm
Realizing his wires are tangled he quicky unbunches them...
The sidewalk clicks by unheard to his ears...
Houses... Dark pictures from which he sees images of people -- Looking out, watching tv, talking...
He hears the sound coming from inside his ears but it does not register to him.... He remains deep in thought....
click click click
The stones pass by unnoticed
click click
Waiting
The criss-cross patterns on...
.....He is calm
Realizing his wires are tangled he quicky unbunches them...
The sidewalk clicks by unheard to his ears...
Houses... Dark pictures from which he sees images of people -- Looking out, watching tv, talking...
He hears the sound coming from inside his ears but it does not register to him.... He remains deep in thought....
click click click
The stones pass by unnoticed
click click
Waiting
The criss-cross patterns on...
717 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 11:34pm
16th Sep 2011 11:34pm
An Unspoken Gift
As the buzzing, humming, whirr was pulled towards the centrus I felt the awesome intensity of the energy that is so often perceived to be that of the colossal being Alpha and Omega. There was blinding light and ear splitting sound as this entity sensed my energy in acknowledgement. My mouth fell open and spilled words nearly silent that said "What is this plain of existence?" Like clouds of napalm the being seemed to shimmer, speaking not with words but rather through my soul itself, filling me with it's brilliant light. I felt warm but had chills from within and shaking in my feet.
...
...
748 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 4:06am
16th Sep 2011 4:06am
Hands of the Clock
One...
A moment passes me by...
Two...
Stretching into the shadows...
Three...
I bury my head into the sand...
Four...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
Five...
I am thrust into the light...
Six...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Seven...
Their eyes are now upon me...
Eight...
They carry me to their...
A moment passes me by...
Two...
Stretching into the shadows...
Three...
I bury my head into the sand...
Four...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
Five...
I am thrust into the light...
Six...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Seven...
Their eyes are now upon me...
Eight...
They carry me to their...
882 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 3:56am
16th Sep 2011 3:56am
There Is No Forgiveness
Hatred breeds temptation
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is your life!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
...
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is your life!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
...
927 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 6:26am
15th Sep 2011 6:26am
Cat
Can I sit with you?
Small cat...
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
Cat...
They look green from here
Cat...
Are you hunting in the dark now?
Cat...?
If you were would you let me come?
Cat...
Written by Samantha Kerklaan and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler
Small cat...
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
Cat...
They look green from here
Cat...
Are you hunting in the dark now?
Cat...?
If you were would you let me come?
Cat...
Written by Samantha Kerklaan and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler
952 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 6:21am
15th Sep 2011 6:21am
Drift
With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstacy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last...
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstacy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last...
725 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 5:53am
14th Sep 2011 5:53am
Amiss Without
Their eyes to the loose soil
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born...
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born...
865 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 5:42am
14th Sep 2011 5:42am
A Friend Best Forgotten
I loathe you.
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of...
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of...
988 reads
2 Comments
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