Submissions by Ninevite (Ed)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Futility
Sitting here is pointless,
a head full of nothing.
What do I have to say?
Still, I can try
to fake this with feeling.
An empty, dead heart won't stand in my way.
Chorus:
And you can sit and wonder.
Sometimes I do myself.
It's like building a snowman in the summer.
He always melts.
And maybe I can brighten tomorrow, if I try...
Or maybe just let it pass me by.
Again.
I got me some smoke,
and like my ambition,
it burns away to ashes, and leaves me with dust.
And you'll say that it's too much,
and I'll...
a head full of nothing.
What do I have to say?
Still, I can try
to fake this with feeling.
An empty, dead heart won't stand in my way.
Chorus:
And you can sit and wonder.
Sometimes I do myself.
It's like building a snowman in the summer.
He always melts.
And maybe I can brighten tomorrow, if I try...
Or maybe just let it pass me by.
Again.
I got me some smoke,
and like my ambition,
it burns away to ashes, and leaves me with dust.
And you'll say that it's too much,
and I'll...
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Of Bridges and Embers
I represent a darker dream.
It seems a little strange.
There's something seeping out my seams,
but that has never changed.
Whoever finds this, mark my words,
there was nothing I could do.
I waited for fullness, and got two-thirds,
and nothing would ring true.
Expectations are needs that are rarely met.
Parts of me recall what the centre forgets.
Chorus:
My edges remember painting me blood-red,
so you could find me, to restore me.
Bridges and embers, falling behind me,
and before me. (Like so much rain...) ...
It seems a little strange.
There's something seeping out my seams,
but that has never changed.
Whoever finds this, mark my words,
there was nothing I could do.
I waited for fullness, and got two-thirds,
and nothing would ring true.
Expectations are needs that are rarely met.
Parts of me recall what the centre forgets.
Chorus:
My edges remember painting me blood-red,
so you could find me, to restore me.
Bridges and embers, falling behind me,
and before me. (Like so much rain...) ...
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Nothing
Nothing comes from nothing,
or so they'd have you think.
Just sign right here, and all your fears
will vanish in a wink.
And did they neglect to mention
the way they came to power?
Like breaking toes, and crushing foes,
while taking what was ours?
So while we marched to the chamber,
I cut the cord, and ran.
Now I find I left behind
what they now call a man.
And so they use it as ballast,
to see our brothers sink.
But as I've decreed, some men are freed
by rusty broken links.
Just to become the prey of progress,...
or so they'd have you think.
Just sign right here, and all your fears
will vanish in a wink.
And did they neglect to mention
the way they came to power?
Like breaking toes, and crushing foes,
while taking what was ours?
So while we marched to the chamber,
I cut the cord, and ran.
Now I find I left behind
what they now call a man.
And so they use it as ballast,
to see our brothers sink.
But as I've decreed, some men are freed
by rusty broken links.
Just to become the prey of progress,...
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The Ballad of Joe the Schmoe
This is the ballad of Joe, the Schmoe,
the guy who invented the wheel.
A caveman who lived in caveman times
who just wanted a decent meal.
Oh, Joe the Schmoe lived high on a hill,
in a cave with his dog and wife fair.
And every day he had to walk
down the hill, 'cause he had no way there.
Joe had to hunt, as every man did
for his food and bring it back home.
But it took him so long to return to the cave
that his wife made him sleep alone.
"It takes you so long", his wife would complain,
"for the meat to get up...
the guy who invented the wheel.
A caveman who lived in caveman times
who just wanted a decent meal.
Oh, Joe the Schmoe lived high on a hill,
in a cave with his dog and wife fair.
And every day he had to walk
down the hill, 'cause he had no way there.
Joe had to hunt, as every man did
for his food and bring it back home.
But it took him so long to return to the cave
that his wife made him sleep alone.
"It takes you so long", his wife would complain,
"for the meat to get up...
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Nineveh
Don't be fooled by the smiles, and the lies...
Those lazy clouds in that pale blue sky...
For under the surface, we're all the same.
It's so hard to run, when you're right in the thick of it.
This emptiness frustrates me; the odor, the stink of it...
Permeates me...
Eviscerates me...
Nineveh is falling
down on those that love her name.
She's falling.
Don't be hurt by the things they say.
Don't be a pawn in the games they play.
'Cause under the surface, we're all the same.
We're all the same.
Nineveh is falling...
Those lazy clouds in that pale blue sky...
For under the surface, we're all the same.
It's so hard to run, when you're right in the thick of it.
This emptiness frustrates me; the odor, the stink of it...
Permeates me...
Eviscerates me...
Nineveh is falling
down on those that love her name.
She's falling.
Don't be hurt by the things they say.
Don't be a pawn in the games they play.
'Cause under the surface, we're all the same.
We're all the same.
Nineveh is falling...
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Irrelevant (Feed the Need)
I guess that you could say
that I'm a little insecure...
And you could tell your truth,
but you'd much rather be obscure.
And is it really fair of you
to keep these things inside?
I have hidden nothing from you,
and Lord knows, I tried
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to hold you up,
though I could barely stand on my own.
It's a sea of guilt,
and I'm sinking like a stone.
Who failed who, and how,
seems irrelevant now.
Maybe you should call me when you've grown.
I'd like to say that through this
I've been purified by fire.
I'd...
that I'm a little insecure...
And you could tell your truth,
but you'd much rather be obscure.
And is it really fair of you
to keep these things inside?
I have hidden nothing from you,
and Lord knows, I tried
Chorus:
to hold you up,
though I could barely stand on my own.
It's a sea of guilt,
and I'm sinking like a stone.
Who failed who, and how,
seems irrelevant now.
Maybe you should call me when you've grown.
I'd like to say that through this
I've been purified by fire.
I'd...
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Learning to Swim
Maybe it's time
to stop these games.
To pay for my crimes,
to stop passing blame.
I'm looking for answers
in all the wrong places.
I'm choking on the sin
that pollutes my sea of faces.
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And this ocean rages
and I still can't swim.
You can pull me out,
or you can push me back in.
This water's cold,
but it's all I know.
You can pull me out, or push me in.
Let me sink here, below.
I don't care.
There is so little time.
There is so much to say.
It's been so many years
and yet it haunts...
to stop these games.
To pay for my crimes,
to stop passing blame.
I'm looking for answers
in all the wrong places.
I'm choking on the sin
that pollutes my sea of faces.
Chorus 1:
And this ocean rages
and I still can't swim.
You can pull me out,
or you can push me back in.
This water's cold,
but it's all I know.
You can pull me out, or push me in.
Let me sink here, below.
I don't care.
There is so little time.
There is so much to say.
It's been so many years
and yet it haunts...
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