Submissions by PhantomPoet (Zoe..)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2012 1:16am
18th May 2012 1:16am
Sigil (Rune)
I will not see you for a while
and I will not see your smile.
I will not hear your laugh,
and I will not feel your grasp.
We will be apart for what seems to be a long time,
but I will still dream that you are mine.
As endless as these words may seem
and as frightful as my past may be,
you are the only one who I will ever see.
The only one who prevents me from being
sucked into the black hole.
The only one who I allow to look deep into my soul.
You are the only one who I trust;...
and I will not see your smile.
I will not hear your laugh,
and I will not feel your grasp.
We will be apart for what seems to be a long time,
but I will still dream that you are mine.
As endless as these words may seem
and as frightful as my past may be,
you are the only one who I will ever see.
The only one who prevents me from being
sucked into the black hole.
The only one who I allow to look deep into my soul.
You are the only one who I trust;...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2012 1:13am
6th May 2012 1:13am
Thorns and Leaves of A Secret
Hands white as snow are
now drenched with scarlet
from thorns and leaves
that damage the soul.
The thorns and leaves
create a trail of blood-
from a Rose- off the flesh
of a scret that arose;
full of dread.
A secret so deep, that not even
the sharpest thorns and leaves
could clear its path to speak.
Tipped with charcoal,
Singed with scarlet.
Burried, and cold;
Creating nothing but a verecund sonnet.
The secret was a simple word,
but the hands knew no one would...
now drenched with scarlet
from thorns and leaves
that damage the soul.
The thorns and leaves
create a trail of blood-
from a Rose- off the flesh
of a scret that arose;
full of dread.
A secret so deep, that not even
the sharpest thorns and leaves
could clear its path to speak.
Tipped with charcoal,
Singed with scarlet.
Burried, and cold;
Creating nothing but a verecund sonnet.
The secret was a simple word,
but the hands knew no one would...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2012 1:16am
4th May 2012 1:16am
Forgive?
I saw Hm again today, smiling, laughing.
And for some reason, when I heard His laugh,
I did not feel sick as I always do.
Instead, I had the sudden urge to
laugh, as well.
But it was a simple chuckle,
and my reasons for doing so are unknown.
Every night, before I fall asleep,
I've been reviewing through my mind;
finding His face. I do as so because
I am trying to search for the reason as to why
He did the things He did to me.
But every time His face begins to form,
I cannot bare it any longer;
I try to...
And for some reason, when I heard His laugh,
I did not feel sick as I always do.
Instead, I had the sudden urge to
laugh, as well.
But it was a simple chuckle,
and my reasons for doing so are unknown.
Every night, before I fall asleep,
I've been reviewing through my mind;
finding His face. I do as so because
I am trying to search for the reason as to why
He did the things He did to me.
But every time His face begins to form,
I cannot bare it any longer;
I try to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 1:03am
30th Apr 2012 1:03am
Do You Remember Me?
It's been a while since I last saw you,
What, eleven years?
I remember that time
when I claimed your innocence as mine.
OH! it was a lovely day.
I remember the first sentence
that I spoke to you:
" Do you like the color Black?"
Because that is what you will
look like when I am finished with you:
Dark
Sad
Silent
Nothing.
I remember when I first heard you scream.
Oh it was the most happiest and pathetic thing
I ever herd.
But I...
What, eleven years?
I remember that time
when I claimed your innocence as mine.
OH! it was a lovely day.
I remember the first sentence
that I spoke to you:
" Do you like the color Black?"
Because that is what you will
look like when I am finished with you:
Dark
Sad
Silent
Nothing.
I remember when I first heard you scream.
Oh it was the most happiest and pathetic thing
I ever herd.
But I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 3:31am
29th Apr 2012 3:31am
My Death Note: I Will Always Be With You.
I do not believe in Heaven,
nor do I believe in Hell.
I believe in what can be Proven
watch the green grass in the summer,
watch the flowers in the spring.
watch the coldness of the winter,
watch and hear the roaring thunder
as my heart begins to scream.
Scream your name for the days to come,
scream your name for the pain that has begun.
Dream to dream of you and all that I will do.
Dream to Dream that you are mine, and I am yours,
To be one in the sky as I watch Them put flowers on my toumb, my grave. ...
nor do I believe in Hell.
I believe in what can be Proven
watch the green grass in the summer,
watch the flowers in the spring.
watch the coldness of the winter,
watch and hear the roaring thunder
as my heart begins to scream.
Scream your name for the days to come,
scream your name for the pain that has begun.
Dream to dream of you and all that I will do.
Dream to Dream that you are mine, and I am yours,
To be one in the sky as I watch Them put flowers on my toumb, my grave. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2012 2:22am
26th Apr 2012 2:22am
Your Question Answered
I know that you
do not care much
of me,
or my pain.
But I need you more
than anything right now.
I need you to Look at me,
I need you to speak to me,
To tell me that everything will
be alright-
even though I know it wont.
I need to hear your voice,
I need to hear you say that you care
I need to hear you speak my name
like you never have before.
I need to feel your touch
Because it is the only thing in the world
that makes me forget what He did to me.
I need to hear your silence as I...
do not care much
of me,
or my pain.
But I need you more
than anything right now.
I need you to Look at me,
I need you to speak to me,
To tell me that everything will
be alright-
even though I know it wont.
I need to hear your voice,
I need to hear you say that you care
I need to hear you speak my name
like you never have before.
I need to feel your touch
Because it is the only thing in the world
that makes me forget what He did to me.
I need to hear your silence as I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 5:38am
25th Apr 2012 5:38am
Victims Question
I saw him,
while I was walking.
My eyes gave away my fear, as did my clenched jaws.
I did not know what to do.
Closer, and closer, and closer He came.
He looked into my eyes, my soul,
And I know he saw fear.
I wanted to stop, but I know that if I did,
I would have stayed frozen.
There were so many people around-
I could not cry.
When I saw him,
I could not breathe-
I struggled to find my inhaler-
He smiled at me, as if he enjoyed that I might...
while I was walking.
My eyes gave away my fear, as did my clenched jaws.
I did not know what to do.
Closer, and closer, and closer He came.
He looked into my eyes, my soul,
And I know he saw fear.
I wanted to stop, but I know that if I did,
I would have stayed frozen.
There were so many people around-
I could not cry.
When I saw him,
I could not breathe-
I struggled to find my inhaler-
He smiled at me, as if he enjoyed that I might...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 8:57pm
20th Apr 2012 8:57pm
Onomatophobia
I hear the "word", and it bleeds in my mind,
spreading virosly like dust, in frozen time.
"He's" done so much, I cannot explain,
So much damage, it puts pain to shame.
I thought I was not as affraid as I was before,
I thought my mind was free, that I, myself, was free as well.
But I am not, I'm as petrified as blown glass,
Petrefied of the next moment in which I hear "the word",
Petrified of the moment after, when I see the cause.
Never,
Never, I will feel free,
will never be truely happy unless
I'm with...
spreading virosly like dust, in frozen time.
"He's" done so much, I cannot explain,
So much damage, it puts pain to shame.
I thought I was not as affraid as I was before,
I thought my mind was free, that I, myself, was free as well.
But I am not, I'm as petrified as blown glass,
Petrefied of the next moment in which I hear "the word",
Petrified of the moment after, when I see the cause.
Never,
Never, I will feel free,
will never be truely happy unless
I'm with...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 6:09am
13th Apr 2012 6:09am
The Poet's Storm
There is a storm arriving soon.
I can feel the wind carress my pale skin.
I can see the wind carelessly blow on the rose bushes;
By morning, their soft, velvety petals will no longer exsist.
there is a storm coming soon.
I can see the coldness; how it acts upon the crimson roses as they transform into maroon.
I can see the wind snap the twigs, the braches, from a near by willow tree.
By morning, their rigidy touch will lie above the grass.
there is a storm arriving very soon.
I can...
I can feel the wind carress my pale skin.
I can see the wind carelessly blow on the rose bushes;
By morning, their soft, velvety petals will no longer exsist.
there is a storm coming soon.
I can see the coldness; how it acts upon the crimson roses as they transform into maroon.
I can see the wind snap the twigs, the braches, from a near by willow tree.
By morning, their rigidy touch will lie above the grass.
there is a storm arriving very soon.
I can...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 1:59am
31st Mar 2012 1:59am
You Will Never...
This is not a poem about love, or heartbreak.
You could not bare
to stay away,
Could you?
You had to see your
first victim. See the first soul you shattered.
To leave an imprint of Fear and Treachery.
You wanted to remind me
of what you did,
Didn't you?
Wanted to remind me of
the pain and violence You caused.
Of all the cheerful memories of mine, You ruined.
All the freedom that I owned-
To Rip it in shreds and burn it,
Until it became a lifeless mound of ash, then stone. ...
You could not bare
to stay away,
Could you?
You had to see your
first victim. See the first soul you shattered.
To leave an imprint of Fear and Treachery.
You wanted to remind me
of what you did,
Didn't you?
Wanted to remind me of
the pain and violence You caused.
Of all the cheerful memories of mine, You ruined.
All the freedom that I owned-
To Rip it in shreds and burn it,
Until it became a lifeless mound of ash, then stone. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2012 00:03am
15th Mar 2012 00:03am
Afraid To Trust More Than One.
i]I need you to protect me,
I need you to hold me.
But I know you never will,
because your emotions
do not hold strength to me,
As mine do to yours.
I feel that you know
more about me
than I do myself.
And every time I look at you,
or even hear your voice,
I feel free.
Free from all the pain others
have caused on me-
All the stealth and damage
are suddenly replaced
when I look into your eyes.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me,
the way I see you. ...
I need you to hold me.
But I know you never will,
because your emotions
do not hold strength to me,
As mine do to yours.
I feel that you know
more about me
than I do myself.
And every time I look at you,
or even hear your voice,
I feel free.
Free from all the pain others
have caused on me-
All the stealth and damage
are suddenly replaced
when I look into your eyes.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me,
the way I see you. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 4:01am
9th Mar 2012 4:01am
THE POET'S MASK
I hide behind a bright orange mask
of joyful yellow, and white happiness.
But what many do not know,
is that the person behind that mask;
with soft feathers, owns a memory of cold snow
and a true face of Sorrow, Longing, and Fear.
Her face that holds of Fear,
Is a painful memory of a
horrid past, by year.
What once was a girl who
loved to look at the sun,
has disappeared from what one
person had done.
A girl who always smiled for tomorrow,
Now cries tears of...
of joyful yellow, and white happiness.
But what many do not know,
is that the person behind that mask;
with soft feathers, owns a memory of cold snow
and a true face of Sorrow, Longing, and Fear.
Her face that holds of Fear,
Is a painful memory of a
horrid past, by year.
What once was a girl who
loved to look at the sun,
has disappeared from what one
person had done.
A girl who always smiled for tomorrow,
Now cries tears of...
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