Submissions by PhantomPoet (Zoe..)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2012 4:19am
1st Oct 2012 4:19am
Compassion
i]I do not care about the consequences of my deeds,
All I care for is the blood that all innocent bleed;
And the tears that I shed for those without a home,
And the blood that my heart bleeds for those with crushed souls.
I do not care if I'm whipped or branded,
All I care for are those who are stranded.
For those with lost souls- Stolen, demolished by thieves.
For the Corrupt and Damaged, who no longer can grieve.
That, thus, it is said, during time,
Our deepest wounds will mend.
I am one who holds this untrue; ...
All I care for is the blood that all innocent bleed;
And the tears that I shed for those without a home,
And the blood that my heart bleeds for those with crushed souls.
I do not care if I'm whipped or branded,
All I care for are those who are stranded.
For those with lost souls- Stolen, demolished by thieves.
For the Corrupt and Damaged, who no longer can grieve.
That, thus, it is said, during time,
Our deepest wounds will mend.
I am one who holds this untrue; ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 1:11am
29th Sep 2012 1:11am
Sulphur
i]Alkeline metals of burning brimstone;
Endless depths of abysses where no one longs to go.
Love is as endless as no other;
As endless as the words of a letter.
My passionate feelings twords you have faded away
Because I no longer see your presence.
I've tried so hard to keep you in time,
For you are the only one who understands my mind.
Yet, when I unknowingly run into you,
Those feeling reappear, and there is Nothing I can do
to vanish their heartbreaking presence;
For you are the...
Endless depths of abysses where no one longs to go.
Love is as endless as no other;
As endless as the words of a letter.
My passionate feelings twords you have faded away
Because I no longer see your presence.
I've tried so hard to keep you in time,
For you are the only one who understands my mind.
Yet, when I unknowingly run into you,
Those feeling reappear, and there is Nothing I can do
to vanish their heartbreaking presence;
For you are the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 9:22pm
14th Sep 2012 9:22pm
The Beauty of Love
The Earth stands still when I watch you from a'far
The sun repents to evolve, and my entire body becomes numb-
Its rays never cast down to form that golden crown upon the Earth.
Its sparks have faded and I'm left silent and unrelated
to the human race.
The moon shines when I look into your eyes;
Its silver rays casting upon my darkend days.
Its vibrant glow caresing my heart of snow-
Causing it to warm like fire with the unision
of all that is unknown.
A bomb explodes...
The sun repents to evolve, and my entire body becomes numb-
Its rays never cast down to form that golden crown upon the Earth.
Its sparks have faded and I'm left silent and unrelated
to the human race.
The moon shines when I look into your eyes;
Its silver rays casting upon my darkend days.
Its vibrant glow caresing my heart of snow-
Causing it to warm like fire with the unision
of all that is unknown.
A bomb explodes...
937 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 2:28am
6th Sep 2012 2:28am
Reoccurring Events of Confusion
When I thought my day would not become worse,
I ran into my one and only curse.
I cannot comprehend what is incorrect with me-
But when ever I see you now, I feel relived.
Perhaps because you are the one who demolished my innocence,
Or that when you leave, I feel as if I'm imagining your existence.
From the first day that I recognized your face,
I felt my entire body explode with torching ice.
I knew I knew you from somewhere-
And where that Somewhere was.
But I refused to believe it-that is-
Until I heard your...
I ran into my one and only curse.
I cannot comprehend what is incorrect with me-
But when ever I see you now, I feel relived.
Perhaps because you are the one who demolished my innocence,
Or that when you leave, I feel as if I'm imagining your existence.
From the first day that I recognized your face,
I felt my entire body explode with torching ice.
I knew I knew you from somewhere-
And where that Somewhere was.
But I refused to believe it-that is-
Until I heard your...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 3:46am
30th Aug 2012 3:46am
Rusinat De Memorie
This is the last day that I will ever see the reflection of your face.
The last day that I will ever hear your voice; Though it will always leave a trace.
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I do not know what this feeling is-
When you are near me, or when you look at me,
I feel vulnerable and full of fear.
For what you did upon me was cruel and inhumane-
But what I do not understand is
when you leave, I want you to return.
I want to hear your voice.
For owning this confusing...
The last day that I will ever hear your voice; Though it will always leave a trace.
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I do not know what this feeling is-
When you are near me, or when you look at me,
I feel vulnerable and full of fear.
For what you did upon me was cruel and inhumane-
But what I do not understand is
when you leave, I want you to return.
I want to hear your voice.
For owning this confusing...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2012 10:42pm
26th Aug 2012 10:42pm
Nothing Is Impossible
Is it hard to believe that hearts are ment to be broken?
To be left, bleeding, in the depths of the ocean.
Is it hard to believe that tears are ment to be shed?
From pain or joy, or even sorrow or dread.
Is it hard to believe that roses do not appear in just red?
That the single carnation of flowers, symbolize one who is dead.
Is it hard to believe that violets are not blue, but in fact Violet?
Only a simple shade away from the palest hue.
Is it hard to believe that a single act of pain, is truly meant to bring joy?
To own a...
To be left, bleeding, in the depths of the ocean.
Is it hard to believe that tears are ment to be shed?
From pain or joy, or even sorrow or dread.
Is it hard to believe that roses do not appear in just red?
That the single carnation of flowers, symbolize one who is dead.
Is it hard to believe that violets are not blue, but in fact Violet?
Only a simple shade away from the palest hue.
Is it hard to believe that a single act of pain, is truly meant to bring joy?
To own a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 3:16am
17th Aug 2012 3:16am
Everyone Has A Secret
I remember times in my life
of which have branded me from all the pain and strife.
From every act of cruelty;
I hold a secret so dear-
Which is why I hide it; From fear
of what others may say.
Aspects of my life are a secret
that holds all truths in disguise.
Everything I do and say is a surprise.
All I wish to do is escape
from this virose maze;
To live in Happiness.
But not everyone receives their
deepest wishes and desires.
Which is why some commit crimes that conspire
The truth and demolish...
of which have branded me from all the pain and strife.
From every act of cruelty;
I hold a secret so dear-
Which is why I hide it; From fear
of what others may say.
Aspects of my life are a secret
that holds all truths in disguise.
Everything I do and say is a surprise.
All I wish to do is escape
from this virose maze;
To live in Happiness.
But not everyone receives their
deepest wishes and desires.
Which is why some commit crimes that conspire
The truth and demolish...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 00:50am
15th Aug 2012 00:50am
Black Paint Of An Impure Saint
You always find your way to me.
And every time I sense
even your presense,
I feel like a black rose on snow.
So vulnerable and afraid of your existence.
I wish I could forgive you
for the vetand actions you caused upon me.
But I know that what you did is Unforgivable,
And to be forgiven of what action you hath compelled,
Thou shalt be a Saint.
But to be a Saint, one shall be pure
of the black paint that disrupts the soul.
And I do not contain a soul of purity
that religion doth explain.
But a...
And every time I sense
even your presense,
I feel like a black rose on snow.
So vulnerable and afraid of your existence.
I wish I could forgive you
for the vetand actions you caused upon me.
But I know that what you did is Unforgivable,
And to be forgiven of what action you hath compelled,
Thou shalt be a Saint.
But to be a Saint, one shall be pure
of the black paint that disrupts the soul.
And I do not contain a soul of purity
that religion doth explain.
But a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 11:04pm
9th Aug 2012 11:04pm
Black TieDye
This poem may or may not make sense to some of you, but at least you chose to read it. I chose the title "Black TieDye" because I was confused and thinking while writing it-which I never do. The only aspect that I dislike about it is that it sounds similar to a stereotypical teenage diary.
It's as if a massive black hole is filling in my chest.
And no matter how or what I try, it will not let me truly rest.
my mind is blank, there is Nothing inside.
No thoughts, no memories. It's as if they are trying to hide.
I watch movies to clear the darkness in my...
It's as if a massive black hole is filling in my chest.
And no matter how or what I try, it will not let me truly rest.
my mind is blank, there is Nothing inside.
No thoughts, no memories. It's as if they are trying to hide.
I watch movies to clear the darkness in my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 10:32pm
9th Aug 2012 10:32pm
I Remember
I have not seen you in a while;
And now that I look back upon our past;
Though we never spoke;
I feel that we had a connection.
That the connection was that we were
victims of the same crime.
But I must ask you this:
Even though you Know what He
did to you, why do make yourself suffer
by being by His Side?
I know the saying:
" The longer you hide from your fear,
The more terrifying it becomes. So stand up
and face it".
But it does not apply to what He
has done to us.
If you own the courage...
And now that I look back upon our past;
Though we never spoke;
I feel that we had a connection.
That the connection was that we were
victims of the same crime.
But I must ask you this:
Even though you Know what He
did to you, why do make yourself suffer
by being by His Side?
I know the saying:
" The longer you hide from your fear,
The more terrifying it becomes. So stand up
and face it".
But it does not apply to what He
has done to us.
If you own the courage...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 1:47am
25th Jul 2012 1:47am
Oh 41 Chevy
Oh 41 chevy How I love you so dearly,
Oh 41 Chevy, you are not so heavy,
and if I could keep you, I will take care of you yearly.
Oh 41 chevy, you are very old,
But to me, you have a history so very bold.
You will help me with work, and where I need to go,
And leave me memories that I will cherish So.
Oh 41 Chevy, though your windows are cracked
and crusted with mold,
I will fix them soon, and will always "Wash" your back.
Oh 41 Chevy, I know you lack self esteem,
But I do not care what your appearance is
For you are my "...
Oh 41 Chevy, you are not so heavy,
and if I could keep you, I will take care of you yearly.
Oh 41 chevy, you are very old,
But to me, you have a history so very bold.
You will help me with work, and where I need to go,
And leave me memories that I will cherish So.
Oh 41 Chevy, though your windows are cracked
and crusted with mold,
I will fix them soon, and will always "Wash" your back.
Oh 41 Chevy, I know you lack self esteem,
But I do not care what your appearance is
For you are my "...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 5:57am
14th Jul 2012 5:57am
Scarlet Snow
I see His exposed torso; no longer wearing that white cloth.
And when I glance at Him from a'far, I cannot bare to face
the innocence that I have lost.
When people hear me speak my thoughts,
They look into my eyes and laugh, "You are a Saint".
I do not reply, for all I can do to truly answer, is Paint.
Others see Him as a beauty that brings no harm;
But all I see is a deadly black rose with virose thorns.
For they do not know what He has done in His past.
Nor the amount of strength I must grasp
when I see Him.
...
And when I glance at Him from a'far, I cannot bare to face
the innocence that I have lost.
When people hear me speak my thoughts,
They look into my eyes and laugh, "You are a Saint".
I do not reply, for all I can do to truly answer, is Paint.
Others see Him as a beauty that brings no harm;
But all I see is a deadly black rose with virose thorns.
For they do not know what He has done in His past.
Nor the amount of strength I must grasp
when I see Him.
...
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