Submissions by No1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 4:01pm
19th Jun 2012 4:01pm
Dark side
Young boy scared
of himself.
To hurt animals
feels good?
Also babies, yes?
But No! It would
be so wrong!
And young boy
never did it.
Dark side forever
defeated?
Sadly, no.
of himself.
To hurt animals
feels good?
Also babies, yes?
But No! It would
be so wrong!
And young boy
never did it.
Dark side forever
defeated?
Sadly, no.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 5:05am
14th Jun 2012 5:05am
Little thing
What are you, little creature
now that I have peeled off
your skin? The thing beneath
isn't so nice. A hateful little
thing filled with thoughts of
vengeance. But no, pitiful
creature. Now that you are
mine there will be no more
of that. You may hiss, spit
and growl but it won't help.
I will lock you in this cage
and throw away the key.
So goodbye, little thing.
now that I have peeled off
your skin? The thing beneath
isn't so nice. A hateful little
thing filled with thoughts of
vengeance. But no, pitiful
creature. Now that you are
mine there will be no more
of that. You may hiss, spit
and growl but it won't help.
I will lock you in this cage
and throw away the key.
So goodbye, little thing.
711 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Jun 2012 4:41pm
13th Jun 2012 4:41pm
The Outcast
Eric kept mostly to himself. Other children didn't like to play with him, but he didn't care. Instead he used to go into the woods and collect frogs.
He never had to look for them. They came to him. He used to pretend he was their king. He imagined he looked like them. But not really like them... He was bigger and a lot more dangerous.
Eric did quite well in school even though he seemed strange to others. Occasionally someone tried to bully him but it wasn't any fun. He just stood there without any reaction.
Afterwards, he used to stand in the...
He never had to look for them. They came to him. He used to pretend he was their king. He imagined he looked like them. But not really like them... He was bigger and a lot more dangerous.
Eric did quite well in school even though he seemed strange to others. Occasionally someone tried to bully him but it wasn't any fun. He just stood there without any reaction.
Afterwards, he used to stand in the...
862 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2012 5:10am
11th Jun 2012 5:10am
Hammer and Sickle
The devil sold you
this sword. Lies to
poison the world.
Yours was the power
to shackle the masses.
To bind them forever
to this soulless realm.
Your creed of death
has slaughtered millions.
Painted the ground as
red as this tainted flag.
But now your rule of
oppression is over.
Let us burn your books
and let freedom dawn.
this sword. Lies to
poison the world.
Yours was the power
to shackle the masses.
To bind them forever
to this soulless realm.
Your creed of death
has slaughtered millions.
Painted the ground as
red as this tainted flag.
But now your rule of
oppression is over.
Let us burn your books
and let freedom dawn.
650 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 6:03pm
10th Jun 2012 6:03pm
Forest
I have found the
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
hidden place
of mysteries.
In these holy woods,
in this green and
silent place, I
bow down in
solemn worship.
In this, my church
of solitude, I
feel at home.
951 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 2:31am
7th Jun 2012 2:31am
Mad with Sunlight
My brain is on fire.
Intoxicated from
light like molten
gold.
I looked too long
into the Sun and
its madness has
now seized me.
Holy rage fills this
once mortal body.
Sun rage, joy and
obliteration.
Mad as I am I shall
burn it all. With fiery
rage I set the world
aflame.
Intoxicated from
light like molten
gold.
I looked too long
into the Sun and
its madness has
now seized me.
Holy rage fills this
once mortal body.
Sun rage, joy and
obliteration.
Mad as I am I shall
burn it all. With fiery
rage I set the world
aflame.
1070 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 1:22pm
5th Jun 2012 1:22pm
The Beholder
I'm the beholder.
The one who sees.
When I change
the world changes
with me.
The one who sees.
When I change
the world changes
with me.
712 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 3:07pm
3rd Jun 2012 3:07pm
Dead longing
Your love has slain me.
Sucked all the life from
my body.
Oh, how strong my love
is! My brittle dead bones
long for you.
My heart even beats a
little when I think of you.
Oh, my love.
If only I could hear and
see and feel, but I shall
not complain.
To be near you is worth
a thousand deaths and so
much more.
Sucked all the life from
my body.
Oh, how strong my love
is! My brittle dead bones
long for you.
My heart even beats a
little when I think of you.
Oh, my love.
If only I could hear and
see and feel, but I shall
not complain.
To be near you is worth
a thousand deaths and so
much more.
739 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Jun 2012 3:02pm
3rd Jun 2012 3:02pm
Nameless One
He walked through the city in the early night time. The sky was clear and beautifully dark blue. Nothing was open and no other person in sight. His eyes wandered across closed shops and dark windowed apartments. It struck him, that he had no idea how he got here. Suddenly the ground opened up and he felt himself falling through an endless void.
He was awoken by a terrible scream. It had been his own. His mouth was dry. The city and then the darkness. Now he was in a bed. He looked around and found himself in a small room with white walls. It occured to him he was in a mental asylum....
He was awoken by a terrible scream. It had been his own. His mouth was dry. The city and then the darkness. Now he was in a bed. He looked around and found himself in a small room with white walls. It occured to him he was in a mental asylum....
779 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 3:05am
3rd Jun 2012 3:05am
Aposte of Hopelessness
He is an apostle of
hopelessness.
His body is full of
scars.
His head is
bursting with
thoughts.
He sows his seeds
in the field of
depression.
His stillborn crops
shall never be
harvested.
His time is over.
hopelessness.
His body is full of
scars.
His head is
bursting with
thoughts.
He sows his seeds
in the field of
depression.
His stillborn crops
shall never be
harvested.
His time is over.
727 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 2:55am
3rd Jun 2012 2:55am
Unholy abortion
Tear the fetus from
the womb.
Rip the cord
of sustenance.
Unholy abortion of
abominations.
Leaving your accursed
brethren to wallow
in darkness.
Virtue is forever gone
from one like you.
To exist in despair,
without hope.
Or let yourself be
destroyed?
Annihilation of
your filthy flesh.
Dried bones that
finally crumble.
And then the lights
go out...
Forever
the womb.
Rip the cord
of sustenance.
Unholy abortion of
abominations.
Leaving your accursed
brethren to wallow
in darkness.
Virtue is forever gone
from one like you.
To exist in despair,
without hope.
Or let yourself be
destroyed?
Annihilation of
your filthy flesh.
Dried bones that
finally crumble.
And then the lights
go out...
Forever
848 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2012 4:56am
30th May 2012 4:56am
Sunset
The sun is low on the
horizon, leaving the
clouds crimson.
The sky is so beautiful
to me now. I mean I
really love it.
I am all alone except
for this wonderful sky
with its clouds of glowing
fire.
Night would never come if
I could stay in this moment
forever.
horizon, leaving the
clouds crimson.
The sky is so beautiful
to me now. I mean I
really love it.
I am all alone except
for this wonderful sky
with its clouds of glowing
fire.
Night would never come if
I could stay in this moment
forever.
703 reads
2 Comments
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