Submissions by NightWriter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 2:22pm
11th Jan 2013 2:22pm
This flying rock, is a dying rock.
This flying rock, is a dying rock'
The ones who don't deserve it, always get it. How can give what we love, and get what we hate, if the world continues to feed us mistakes?
If you close your legs, and open your eyes. You will start to see through the lies.
You seem to hear, only what you wish to believe. When have been fed lies all of lives, when does a lie really start?
To conform, and to be informed, is all that the world wishes to push upon us. Our views are not our own, persuasion comes from the depths of our words, and the lies are usually hidden within the...
The ones who don't deserve it, always get it. How can give what we love, and get what we hate, if the world continues to feed us mistakes?
If you close your legs, and open your eyes. You will start to see through the lies.
You seem to hear, only what you wish to believe. When have been fed lies all of lives, when does a lie really start?
To conform, and to be informed, is all that the world wishes to push upon us. Our views are not our own, persuasion comes from the depths of our words, and the lies are usually hidden within the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 2:06am
11th Jan 2013 2:06am
Youth discusts me.
Youth discusts me.'
Youth discusts me.
You breed more than adults, and you can't even shave.
Where are the parents when they need to be taught how to behave?
The blind leading the blind, through the tunnels of life.
No wonder why we see the world plummeting.
Are we here to serve, here to love live and die? Yet our youth are lazy, weak and sly. Violence poors through the doors of society. The smell of ignorance fumes the sidewalks through the night.
When will you admit you are still just a child? You're born into a civilised world, not the wild. So stand...
Youth discusts me.
You breed more than adults, and you can't even shave.
Where are the parents when they need to be taught how to behave?
The blind leading the blind, through the tunnels of life.
No wonder why we see the world plummeting.
Are we here to serve, here to love live and die? Yet our youth are lazy, weak and sly. Violence poors through the doors of society. The smell of ignorance fumes the sidewalks through the night.
When will you admit you are still just a child? You're born into a civilised world, not the wild. So stand...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 6:59am
16th Dec 2012 6:59am
'Blood becomes stains. The very life, lying in our veins'
Blood becomes stains. The very life, lying in our veins'
You can hold a gun to my ear.
But a shot wont be the last thing I hear.
I refuse to be killed by the democrats.
The decleration of rights, will take my life. Your laws are flawed and the death of me shall come right from the heart of your country.
I can't breath, as I choke on the air.
I can't breath, as my words are lost.
I can't feel, as I am numb.
Is this the end?
Shaped steel, will steal my life.
Many have been lost to a world full of lies. Who can stop the madness, when the...
You can hold a gun to my ear.
But a shot wont be the last thing I hear.
I refuse to be killed by the democrats.
The decleration of rights, will take my life. Your laws are flawed and the death of me shall come right from the heart of your country.
I can't breath, as I choke on the air.
I can't breath, as my words are lost.
I can't feel, as I am numb.
Is this the end?
Shaped steel, will steal my life.
Many have been lost to a world full of lies. Who can stop the madness, when the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 1:21pm
6th Dec 2012 1:21pm
'A thousand years of growing young.'
A thousand years of growing young.'
A thousand years apart, but time still draws us nearer.
I've seen your face now for the first time and my futures never been clearer.
My hearts set in stone, and it's been peirced by a frozen solid sword.
When you can pull the cold wrath from my heart, we will never fall a part.
Because in the end, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how we fought, how we loved and how we have lost.
How we came to be who we are.
If you and I are happy together, that's what I call love.
Can two souls really intertwine?...
A thousand years apart, but time still draws us nearer.
I've seen your face now for the first time and my futures never been clearer.
My hearts set in stone, and it's been peirced by a frozen solid sword.
When you can pull the cold wrath from my heart, we will never fall a part.
Because in the end, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how we fought, how we loved and how we have lost.
How we came to be who we are.
If you and I are happy together, that's what I call love.
Can two souls really intertwine?...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 11:10am
20th Nov 2012 11:10am
Heavy Hearts, Hold Heavy Tears.
Heavy Hearts
Hold Heavy Tears.
A heavy weight is placed on my shoulders. I'm given a question with a million fathomable answers. Where is my future heading? All of these questions betray me eventually.
Pen and paper, I can't do it at all.
A bat and a ball, I can't do that either.
Words never come together.
It makes as much sense as fashion.
But here i write my words down.
Because this is my true passion.
Imagine if I shared all of these things with anyone else. Imagine a world without doubt, or if we knew what it was about. Why are we...
Hold Heavy Tears.
A heavy weight is placed on my shoulders. I'm given a question with a million fathomable answers. Where is my future heading? All of these questions betray me eventually.
Pen and paper, I can't do it at all.
A bat and a ball, I can't do that either.
Words never come together.
It makes as much sense as fashion.
But here i write my words down.
Because this is my true passion.
Imagine if I shared all of these things with anyone else. Imagine a world without doubt, or if we knew what it was about. Why are we...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 11:08am
20th Nov 2012 11:08am
Carpe Diem.
I once walked down to a lake.
A beautiful song was sung here. It was sung by the birds, by the wind, and by the slow rippling water. This lake was peace. It was the calm before a storm. It was peaceful and the reflection of the sky in the rippling lake, made me feel warm.
I found a coin here. A coin I had never seen before, a millimetre thick, outlined by words. 'Trust is in your hands, i trust you to bring me home'. With latin traced marked words entombed to the symbollic metal. But, the birds. The wind. The ripples. They all stopped as I looked at the young face I could see. An...
A beautiful song was sung here. It was sung by the birds, by the wind, and by the slow rippling water. This lake was peace. It was the calm before a storm. It was peaceful and the reflection of the sky in the rippling lake, made me feel warm.
I found a coin here. A coin I had never seen before, a millimetre thick, outlined by words. 'Trust is in your hands, i trust you to bring me home'. With latin traced marked words entombed to the symbollic metal. But, the birds. The wind. The ripples. They all stopped as I looked at the young face I could see. An...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 9:40am
20th Oct 2012 9:40am
My World
My world'
Take a seat. Look around and tell me what you see. From here it seems you think the world revolves around you. Like you're the only one who cries tears and you're not the only one who can't sleep because of all the darkest fears.
The only world revolving around you, is the small figment of imagination, you hold inside your head. All of the words that have been said, and all of the things you dread. They are in, your head.
Don't run from all these things.
Face what you fear. Don't shed a tear and grab what you want. Lifes not a present and you wont be...
Take a seat. Look around and tell me what you see. From here it seems you think the world revolves around you. Like you're the only one who cries tears and you're not the only one who can't sleep because of all the darkest fears.
The only world revolving around you, is the small figment of imagination, you hold inside your head. All of the words that have been said, and all of the things you dread. They are in, your head.
Don't run from all these things.
Face what you fear. Don't shed a tear and grab what you want. Lifes not a present and you wont be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2012 11:10am
17th Sep 2012 11:10am
'Hell or high waters, we have nothing to lose'
Don't regret anything from here, It's hell or high waters, the end is only clouded by minorities and fear.
We can make it through the fog and whisper our dreams into the drying river of hopes. Or we can scream it to the mountains who yell it back, we can throw a bottle of hopes and wishes into the ocean that carry our dreams with every wave.
Even if the whistle of the wind, is a cry for help, and no ones ever come to it's aid, even if a waves crash is a cry of lonliness, we are here. The dawn of time damned us to this rock, so lets stop building up and start building...
We can make it through the fog and whisper our dreams into the drying river of hopes. Or we can scream it to the mountains who yell it back, we can throw a bottle of hopes and wishes into the ocean that carry our dreams with every wave.
Even if the whistle of the wind, is a cry for help, and no ones ever come to it's aid, even if a waves crash is a cry of lonliness, we are here. The dawn of time damned us to this rock, so lets stop building up and start building...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 2:04pm
11th Aug 2012 2:04pm
'If the end could have been with anyone else, i'd still be standing here.'
The smell of burning fumes, and the sound of crumbling rocks, falling from my surrounding walls, are nothing compared to the sound of your sweet voice and the beautiful eroma that you present. It's like i'm standing in hell, and down from heaven you where sent.
I hear annother deep crack below. The ground swells and violently shakes as I take your hand and pull it around my waist and your other to the back of my neck. I pull your head closer to me and whisper into your ear 'If the end could have been with anyone else, i'd still be standing here.'
A smile appears, and the...
I hear annother deep crack below. The ground swells and violently shakes as I take your hand and pull it around my waist and your other to the back of my neck. I pull your head closer to me and whisper into your ear 'If the end could have been with anyone else, i'd still be standing here.'
A smile appears, and the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 2:04pm
30th Jul 2012 2:04pm
Read it, I don't want to give away the plot here.
So i peel away your shell,
To see that hell, and look deep inside.
The insecurities uncover and show.
They stick out the more you try to hide.
You're seen for what you really are.
Stop asking yourself what people think.
This has gone to far. You're breaking down, and are seeking refuge inside a soul who understands. I guess it's fate.
I spent all my life searching for my soul mate.
When was your first voyage held?
When you're alone at night?
Would you even fight for what you believe is right? Or chuck a temper and rage till first sunlight, with...
To see that hell, and look deep inside.
The insecurities uncover and show.
They stick out the more you try to hide.
You're seen for what you really are.
Stop asking yourself what people think.
This has gone to far. You're breaking down, and are seeking refuge inside a soul who understands. I guess it's fate.
I spent all my life searching for my soul mate.
When was your first voyage held?
When you're alone at night?
Would you even fight for what you believe is right? Or chuck a temper and rage till first sunlight, with...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 2:04pm
30th Jul 2012 2:04pm
Read it, I don't want to give away the plot here.
So i peel away your shell,
To see that hell, and look deep inside.
The insecurities uncover and show.
They stick out the more you try to hide.
You're seen for what you really are.
Stop asking yourself what people think.
This has gone to far. You're breaking down, and are seeking refuge inside a soul who understands. I guess it's fate.
I spent all my life searching for my soul mate.
When was your first voyage held?
When you're alone at night?
Would you even fight for what you believe is right? Or chuck a temper and rage till first sunlight, with...
To see that hell, and look deep inside.
The insecurities uncover and show.
They stick out the more you try to hide.
You're seen for what you really are.
Stop asking yourself what people think.
This has gone to far. You're breaking down, and are seeking refuge inside a soul who understands. I guess it's fate.
I spent all my life searching for my soul mate.
When was your first voyage held?
When you're alone at night?
Would you even fight for what you believe is right? Or chuck a temper and rage till first sunlight, with...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 1:51pm
18th Jul 2012 1:51pm
'Don't look under the bed'
Last time i force myself to care.
I fell neck deep in a nightmare.
I was alone, i was scared.
Like a child's monster under his bed.
Will you ever learn to care.
Learn to love like I loved you?
The moments I cherished where the ones you forgot, and now are the ones I wish I could forget.
With a finger under your chin,
I stare with a slight grin.
The bugs in my stomach, fly high and low. Because this is the moment that I don't want to let go.
If you have no intention to stay,
I don't want you to be a part of my life in any way.
...
I fell neck deep in a nightmare.
I was alone, i was scared.
Like a child's monster under his bed.
Will you ever learn to care.
Learn to love like I loved you?
The moments I cherished where the ones you forgot, and now are the ones I wish I could forget.
With a finger under your chin,
I stare with a slight grin.
The bugs in my stomach, fly high and low. Because this is the moment that I don't want to let go.
If you have no intention to stay,
I don't want you to be a part of my life in any way.
...
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