Submissions by Nay (NayB)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 5:22pm
28th Jul 2012 5:22pm
Storm
Halfway between dusk and dawn
A woman caught in the storm
Moments before she was to return home
On the ground, landed her limp form
The lightning pierced the curtain of a cloud
Penetrating the resistant shadow
Roaring thunder, allowed no other sound
A threat of the damage to grow
Children coward beneath their beds
A woman trapped beneath the rage
Lightning struck, stripping the trees
Unwilling to receive the voltage
The storm subsided, but the hurt wouldn’t leave
The pain, the fear, instilled
A nightmare, not real, refusal...
A woman caught in the storm
Moments before she was to return home
On the ground, landed her limp form
The lightning pierced the curtain of a cloud
Penetrating the resistant shadow
Roaring thunder, allowed no other sound
A threat of the damage to grow
Children coward beneath their beds
A woman trapped beneath the rage
Lightning struck, stripping the trees
Unwilling to receive the voltage
The storm subsided, but the hurt wouldn’t leave
The pain, the fear, instilled
A nightmare, not real, refusal...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 1:32am
23rd Jul 2012 1:32am
Dear God:
Guide my hands and my pen
Let my passion manifest
Let my talents not be wasted
Let my discontentment rest
Guide my lips and my thoughts
So that I won't put you to shame
So I will represent the beacon
of the light that is your name
Let my passion manifest
Let my talents not be wasted
Let my discontentment rest
Guide my lips and my thoughts
So that I won't put you to shame
So I will represent the beacon
of the light that is your name
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 10:53pm
21st Jul 2012 10:53pm
Better Born Bitter
For this Sin you feel pain
money was a friend of mine, needed no other lover
Wages of sin is death – is pain
‘til I found recognition, this pride I kept under cover
Repentance is the only cure
resentment was my mentor teaching me how to act
Resistance of sin is strength
transgression my affair, turned soft moonlight into thunder
these friends became my tightrope tying me down
try not to fall down as I walk
cant fight gravity - I stumble to the wall; I’m docked
cant move past
For this sin you feel pain
an event - a brute - comprised of...
money was a friend of mine, needed no other lover
Wages of sin is death – is pain
‘til I found recognition, this pride I kept under cover
Repentance is the only cure
resentment was my mentor teaching me how to act
Resistance of sin is strength
transgression my affair, turned soft moonlight into thunder
these friends became my tightrope tying me down
try not to fall down as I walk
cant fight gravity - I stumble to the wall; I’m docked
cant move past
For this sin you feel pain
an event - a brute - comprised of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 00:25am
19th Jul 2012 00:25am
Church
There are voices lifted, naked
of a string or drum
Outside, I stand with some
Had seen him once, fully naked
My eyes set on this one
Respected elder's son
Disrespect of mine for thinking
of this here and now
I should go and sit down
but he sees and knows I'm thinking
My ears know it is loud
Kids, teens, adults abound
Never a man of God, to stray for me
Never a man so strong so weak for me
Never a lie, never such sin
Never, in God's presence – forbidden
Leather binding the Word
Pretend not...
of a string or drum
Outside, I stand with some
Had seen him once, fully naked
My eyes set on this one
Respected elder's son
Disrespect of mine for thinking
of this here and now
I should go and sit down
but he sees and knows I'm thinking
My ears know it is loud
Kids, teens, adults abound
Never a man of God, to stray for me
Never a man so strong so weak for me
Never a lie, never such sin
Never, in God's presence – forbidden
Leather binding the Word
Pretend not...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 4:54pm
16th Jul 2012 4:54pm
Sin
Sin is a used syringe sitting on an alley floor
it will penetrate your skin, releasing in your vein: a cure
a cure for pain, but the side effects are endless
beg for just filthy rain to clean you of this new dependence
It's a dollar, placed on nothing but the standards of a world
it's your god, your love, your soul; when it is lost, your life is void
it is lust, it is envy, it is never-ending pain
escaping is for us to learn, like knowing water is in rain
so evident, so blatant, yet with eyes shut, we don't see
told - don't listen, touch - don't...
it will penetrate your skin, releasing in your vein: a cure
a cure for pain, but the side effects are endless
beg for just filthy rain to clean you of this new dependence
It's a dollar, placed on nothing but the standards of a world
it's your god, your love, your soul; when it is lost, your life is void
it is lust, it is envy, it is never-ending pain
escaping is for us to learn, like knowing water is in rain
so evident, so blatant, yet with eyes shut, we don't see
told - don't listen, touch - don't...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 4:51pm
16th Jul 2012 4:51pm
Expand
wake up with 10 things on your mind
I have one with a thousand components
memorized a dictionary, you’re reading books with pictures on it
try to flaunt it
a losing fighter showing off scars
waiting for the day you're knocked off? Not me
I can breathe on Mars
proudest day, be the one you're released from behind bars
Yet, the wrath of God will find you and it never sleeps
It’ll take your life, if you don't earn to keep it,
Can't run, can't hide, like a paraplegic
look down from death on your mother as she weeps
bury a child, reversed reality...
I have one with a thousand components
memorized a dictionary, you’re reading books with pictures on it
try to flaunt it
a losing fighter showing off scars
waiting for the day you're knocked off? Not me
I can breathe on Mars
proudest day, be the one you're released from behind bars
Yet, the wrath of God will find you and it never sleeps
It’ll take your life, if you don't earn to keep it,
Can't run, can't hide, like a paraplegic
look down from death on your mother as she weeps
bury a child, reversed reality...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 5:00pm
13th Jul 2012 5:00pm
A Child Not Heard
Little girls' skirts
Like petals floating on the stem
dancing in the wind
to the music of their laughs
baffles me to be given such a gift
and act as if, it's a burden you MUST have
Heart - beat
stop - sleep
The womb, a tomb
where she lives, where she dies
Her mother too confused, so she believes lies
"A daughter? No, just cells, no life."
A doctor? No, just sells, young life.
Part of her left that day
her daughter is gone, for her, she’ll pray
knowing she was led astray
too young to argue,...
Like petals floating on the stem
dancing in the wind
to the music of their laughs
baffles me to be given such a gift
and act as if, it's a burden you MUST have
Heart - beat
stop - sleep
The womb, a tomb
where she lives, where she dies
Her mother too confused, so she believes lies
"A daughter? No, just cells, no life."
A doctor? No, just sells, young life.
Part of her left that day
her daughter is gone, for her, she’ll pray
knowing she was led astray
too young to argue,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 00:13am
13th Jul 2012 00:13am
The Greatest Pain on Earth
Tidy tinsel trolling through the tree
Love and lace is lighting up
My home on Christmas Eve
Presents packaged, pretty and pale
Pastels and whites against a deepest green
The deepest green is he who loves a gift that can be held
Cookies, cakes, and cranberries
Collard greens and pie
Dancing down my gullet ‘til I think I’ll explode and die
Sifting, sorting, season’s settings
Nativity and canes
Warmth and winter – opposites
As happiness and pain
Ever erasing early embers
Of a Christmas cheer
Is looking across the table’s...
Love and lace is lighting up
My home on Christmas Eve
Presents packaged, pretty and pale
Pastels and whites against a deepest green
The deepest green is he who loves a gift that can be held
Cookies, cakes, and cranberries
Collard greens and pie
Dancing down my gullet ‘til I think I’ll explode and die
Sifting, sorting, season’s settings
Nativity and canes
Warmth and winter – opposites
As happiness and pain
Ever erasing early embers
Of a Christmas cheer
Is looking across the table’s...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 11:50pm
12th Jul 2012 11:50pm
Seeking Smoldering Sin above Spiritual Salvation
Surrounded by the flames approaching
Tortured by the screaming
of the smoke alarm in my ear
I see my flesh fall from my bones
Dissolving in a heat I cannot feel I must
be cooled by the touch of my tear
Surrounded by decay my eyes can't meet
The smoke stings them closed as
it finds my nostrils
I hold my breath to shut it out
'til finally I gasp
Again and again, my throat, it chokes
The thunder is so looming in the chaos
that called it here
The building: falling and disappearing as soon
as it hits the ground,...
Tortured by the screaming
of the smoke alarm in my ear
I see my flesh fall from my bones
Dissolving in a heat I cannot feel I must
be cooled by the touch of my tear
Surrounded by decay my eyes can't meet
The smoke stings them closed as
it finds my nostrils
I hold my breath to shut it out
'til finally I gasp
Again and again, my throat, it chokes
The thunder is so looming in the chaos
that called it here
The building: falling and disappearing as soon
as it hits the ground,...
535 reads
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