Submissions by PhantomPoet (Zoe..)
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Apr 2013 11:17pm
6th Apr 2013 11:17pm
The Devils' Little Assistances
My mother always says:
Where there is One, there is a Ton
and they are truly not very Fun;
Where there are Two, there is a Few,
But when you see them, you are Screwed;
Where there are Three, let them Be
But come morning light, you will be up in a Tree.
They come in many different shapes
And many different sises;
They come in many different colours
And have many different Brothers.
They Bite and they crawl
And you sometimes see them on your bra.
4/6/13
Where there is One, there is a Ton
and they are truly not very Fun;
Where there are Two, there is a Few,
But when you see them, you are Screwed;
Where there are Three, let them Be
But come morning light, you will be up in a Tree.
They come in many different shapes
And many different sises;
They come in many different colours
And have many different Brothers.
They Bite and they crawl
And you sometimes see them on your bra.
4/6/13
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 10:45pm
18th Feb 2013 10:45pm
Dead To You
I feel that I am invisible to you.
It's as if I do not exist in your perception;
That I am too constant, like the eye color blue;
Or even a boring AP US. History Lesson.
That I only exist for a millisecond.
You never great me when we intercept;
Not even a simple smile to let me know
that you acknowledge my presence-
It's as if you do not appreciate me,
That I am Nothing.
I have written many poems of affection,
but this is by far the most complicated;
For you are a Dream, a Fantasy:...
It's as if I do not exist in your perception;
That I am too constant, like the eye color blue;
Or even a boring AP US. History Lesson.
That I only exist for a millisecond.
You never great me when we intercept;
Not even a simple smile to let me know
that you acknowledge my presence-
It's as if you do not appreciate me,
That I am Nothing.
I have written many poems of affection,
but this is by far the most complicated;
For you are a Dream, a Fantasy:...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 10:37pm
10th Feb 2013 10:37pm
My Attraction
The Cerulean blue of his eyes sends every feeling of pain to the sky.
The depth of gold upon his hair is a sight of Beauty that lies with care.
The kindness and joy of his smile is a sight that makes my heart fragile.
The set of his emotions set fire and passion to all devotions.
The beauty of his laugh is the music of my past.
But most of all, the strength of his compassion and love,
Will be remembered from depth and above.
2/4/13
The depth of gold upon his hair is a sight of Beauty that lies with care.
The kindness and joy of his smile is a sight that makes my heart fragile.
The set of his emotions set fire and passion to all devotions.
The beauty of his laugh is the music of my past.
But most of all, the strength of his compassion and love,
Will be remembered from depth and above.
2/4/13
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 8:28pm
3rd Feb 2013 8:28pm
Chambers
Hair, as golden as the last remains
of the sun, before night has fallen.
The color of those final specks of dust
that shimmer like an abditive secret in the sky.
That golden hair that my fingers
so desperately yearn to caress.
Eyes blue as the flames of icy fire
that was caused by the reaction of sulfur.
Those blue eyes of Compassion.
Those eyes of Cerulean kindness.
Skin, the mystical color of a foggy pearl
that has been covered in ocean mist.
The glowing color of a cloud after a...
of the sun, before night has fallen.
The color of those final specks of dust
that shimmer like an abditive secret in the sky.
That golden hair that my fingers
so desperately yearn to caress.
Eyes blue as the flames of icy fire
that was caused by the reaction of sulfur.
Those blue eyes of Compassion.
Those eyes of Cerulean kindness.
Skin, the mystical color of a foggy pearl
that has been covered in ocean mist.
The glowing color of a cloud after a...
#kindness
#romantic
#beauty #nature
#beauty #nature
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 00:23am
3rd Jan 2013 00:23am
Comburent Labefaction
Scar tissue torn apart- the abditive secrets now visible.
Achroous ashes begin to advesperate a conticent soul.
Deprehend the Demon and dilaniate its menalic mind.
Send the ashes asunder into the universe of amaranthine time.
Drain all the stolen light and happiness from its mind.
Then, return them to their lost and Dioptric owners;
And watch, as they begin to vesuviate a lachrymose of joy.
12/31/12
Achroous ashes begin to advesperate a conticent soul.
Deprehend the Demon and dilaniate its menalic mind.
Send the ashes asunder into the universe of amaranthine time.
Drain all the stolen light and happiness from its mind.
Then, return them to their lost and Dioptric owners;
And watch, as they begin to vesuviate a lachrymose of joy.
12/31/12
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 4:50am
19th Dec 2012 4:50am
Vaccine
I have now realized that I am
becoming immune to your presence.
That I must accept the fact that you will
never be free from my mind.
That the only time when I feel Fear's exsistance,
is when I see you
I want to feel fear again:
For it is the only sense that I obtain
that makes me feel Alive.
That I own the ability to Die;
to Love
to Trust.
12/18/12
becoming immune to your presence.
That I must accept the fact that you will
never be free from my mind.
That the only time when I feel Fear's exsistance,
is when I see you
I want to feel fear again:
For it is the only sense that I obtain
that makes me feel Alive.
That I own the ability to Die;
to Love
to Trust.
12/18/12
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 6:54am
16th Dec 2012 6:54am
Grey Snow
He flowed into my view two days ago-
Yet, I felt nothing. No fear. No treachery.
Why?
Why did I not feel His presence.
Were my veins too full with distraction
to even so much as sense His virose existence?
Why must you torment my soul
into thinking that it is free.
To allow my happiness to explode;
To forget all that you did to me?
I own no emotion left to write
beyond this point.
The visions of your face, in my mind,
remain to evaporate my light.
Beyond the gates of coal,
lies...
Yet, I felt nothing. No fear. No treachery.
Why?
Why did I not feel His presence.
Were my veins too full with distraction
to even so much as sense His virose existence?
Why must you torment my soul
into thinking that it is free.
To allow my happiness to explode;
To forget all that you did to me?
I own no emotion left to write
beyond this point.
The visions of your face, in my mind,
remain to evaporate my light.
Beyond the gates of coal,
lies...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 2:39am
8th Dec 2012 2:39am
Arise
As vines twine through the gaps of the fence,
I hear the sobs of chimes that cry in the distance.
I see reflections in the water that respire-
For they will not look the same
when the gale of morning expires.
The Glycerine enhances the past
reflections of Pale lost Souls
As the virtues of the darkness
distance themselves from the
shimmering lights that glow.
The clock ticks as it lies upon my wrist;
Putrefied quartz that scatters atoms dust
across the lands of reddened rust;
Compel me, if you may; ...
I hear the sobs of chimes that cry in the distance.
I see reflections in the water that respire-
For they will not look the same
when the gale of morning expires.
The Glycerine enhances the past
reflections of Pale lost Souls
As the virtues of the darkness
distance themselves from the
shimmering lights that glow.
The clock ticks as it lies upon my wrist;
Putrefied quartz that scatters atoms dust
across the lands of reddened rust;
Compel me, if you may; ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 00:12am
19th Nov 2012 00:12am
My Achroous Reflection
For my Literature class, we had to write a reflective essay. After I finished mine, I decided to transform it into a poem- and here it is!!
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The past is what defines and shapes who we are
no matter how cafard or painful it may be.
We know, that without its occurrance,
we would not be who we are today-
We would not have the ability to see
the pure truth in others' eyes-
to see true beauty behind a caliginous disguise.
The memories of mine that bring true...
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The past is what defines and shapes who we are
no matter how cafard or painful it may be.
We know, that without its occurrance,
we would not be who we are today-
We would not have the ability to see
the pure truth in others' eyes-
to see true beauty behind a caliginous disguise.
The memories of mine that bring true...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 4:18am
25th Oct 2012 4:18am
Mind And Body;Guilty And Innocent
They say that the guilty commit suicide
For they can no longer live with what the have done.
That only the guilty sleep when locked inside
For, when they are in slumber, they begin to form a lie.
I believe this to not be true;
The guilty, when confronted, remains calm in mind
Yet, to deceive the audience, they position their body
in the form of the innocent.
They say that the guilty commit suicide-
I believe this to be incorrect;
I believe that the innocent(some) commit suicide,
For no one believes them.
For they...
For they can no longer live with what the have done.
That only the guilty sleep when locked inside
For, when they are in slumber, they begin to form a lie.
I believe this to not be true;
The guilty, when confronted, remains calm in mind
Yet, to deceive the audience, they position their body
in the form of the innocent.
They say that the guilty commit suicide-
I believe this to be incorrect;
I believe that the innocent(some) commit suicide,
For no one believes them.
For they...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 1:32am
25th Oct 2012 1:32am
Demon of the Rain
The clouds are white, yet it is raining;
The sun is visible and bright, yet the weather is freezing.
Yesterday, perhaps, should have been the most grotesque day of my existance.
For the Demon of which I have not viewed in months, appeared by my side.
The Wind shattered the windows and suddenly froze me to death;
The Rain became silent, and black became my breath.
The wind is cold, yet the falling rain is hotter than the pits of hell.
The pits of hell, which bore my Demon in a Sulfur cell.
Thunder breaks as the Demon begins to speak. ...
The sun is visible and bright, yet the weather is freezing.
Yesterday, perhaps, should have been the most grotesque day of my existance.
For the Demon of which I have not viewed in months, appeared by my side.
The Wind shattered the windows and suddenly froze me to death;
The Rain became silent, and black became my breath.
The wind is cold, yet the falling rain is hotter than the pits of hell.
The pits of hell, which bore my Demon in a Sulfur cell.
Thunder breaks as the Demon begins to speak. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 2:01am
18th Oct 2012 2:01am
Hearts Hell
Darkness cloaks the midnight sky; Stars bleed in the center of time.
A hearts' hell is full of destruction; A hearts' hell is formed of deception.
No one knows the true color of sulfur; No one knows the term of its structure.
A hearts hell is not to be disturbed; A hearts hell is meant to be cured.
Cured by love, cured by passion; To be cured from the tumultous malestorm of destruction.
Rings of fire which the heart wishes to see; The desire to soon be free.
The heart thumps when blood rushes through its veins; When music portrays its reins. ...
A hearts' hell is full of destruction; A hearts' hell is formed of deception.
No one knows the true color of sulfur; No one knows the term of its structure.
A hearts hell is not to be disturbed; A hearts hell is meant to be cured.
Cured by love, cured by passion; To be cured from the tumultous malestorm of destruction.
Rings of fire which the heart wishes to see; The desire to soon be free.
The heart thumps when blood rushes through its veins; When music portrays its reins. ...
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