Submissions by PhantomPoet (Zoe..)
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2012 5:58pm
21st Jan 2012 5:58pm
Fallen Glass
Fallen shards of endless glass
shatter the truth, that our love will last.
If the glass breaks through
the heart,
then that will show that we are apart.
Z.L.H
shatter the truth, that our love will last.
If the glass breaks through
the heart,
then that will show that we are apart.
Z.L.H
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2012 00:45am
21st Jan 2012 00:45am
Petals
This love I cannot hide,
Nor the feelings that it provides;
With less truth and more despair
disrupting my life, I cannot bare.
I have too much to deny-
Too much regret, and I don't know why.
So much darkness in my mind,
Incarcerated like fallen petals of flowers that died.
Zoe:
Nor the feelings that it provides;
With less truth and more despair
disrupting my life, I cannot bare.
I have too much to deny-
Too much regret, and I don't know why.
So much darkness in my mind,
Incarcerated like fallen petals of flowers that died.
Zoe:
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2012 00:42am
21st Jan 2012 00:42am
Questions
Why is there Life
if there is Death;
Why is there Happiness-joy-
If there is Pain-grief
and Stealth?
Why is there Love
if there is Hate;
Why do others believe
in the stars above
or Fate?
Why is there a word such as Peace,
when there lies a constant action such as War?
To keep something you must release;
to send it back where it was before.
Why is there Trust
if there is Deception or Lies;
Why must there be Dusk
if the sun will always rise?
Why is there Loyalty
if there is Dis-honour.
Why must...
if there is Death;
Why is there Happiness-joy-
If there is Pain-grief
and Stealth?
Why is there Love
if there is Hate;
Why do others believe
in the stars above
or Fate?
Why is there a word such as Peace,
when there lies a constant action such as War?
To keep something you must release;
to send it back where it was before.
Why is there Trust
if there is Deception or Lies;
Why must there be Dusk
if the sun will always rise?
Why is there Loyalty
if there is Dis-honour.
Why must...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 8:37pm
15th Jan 2012 8:37pm
Flames of Love and Death
Touch the fire
and be touched
by the fire;
We will never know
What our heart truly
desires.
Maybe Love;
maybe Hate,
But no one knows
whats theirs to take.
Maybe Death
is what Love needs.
Everyone knows that
Love is what Death
feeds off of.
and be touched
by the fire;
We will never know
What our heart truly
desires.
Maybe Love;
maybe Hate,
But no one knows
whats theirs to take.
Maybe Death
is what Love needs.
Everyone knows that
Love is what Death
feeds off of.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 1:16am
13th Jan 2012 1:16am
this
It hurt too much
to tell them what
"He" did to me-
But I knew I had to do it
Because I wanted to be Free.
I tell myself that I'm free,
But mostly that is a lie,
because I don't want
them to See
or look at me me with pity.
I only meant for
one peson to know
what He made me do.
But there are more than I expected.
What He did to me, He knows,
And only telling them makes me
feel like a fool.
Even though I don't
see Him anymore,
I still feel His presence ...
to tell them what
"He" did to me-
But I knew I had to do it
Because I wanted to be Free.
I tell myself that I'm free,
But mostly that is a lie,
because I don't want
them to See
or look at me me with pity.
I only meant for
one peson to know
what He made me do.
But there are more than I expected.
What He did to me, He knows,
And only telling them makes me
feel like a fool.
Even though I don't
see Him anymore,
I still feel His presence ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 1:11am
13th Jan 2012 1:11am
so many questions
Do not ask questions
do not answer.
I must control my lack of adhession-
it is the only way.
They know what I am
But do not feel the pain.
I don't carry scars on my wrists;
They are only buried inside
my mind.
I told them what happened,
I can't stop shaking.
My mind is blank-
Panic and fear escaping.
My fear is behind me-
Not literally speaking.
"He" sits to the back of me,
And I feel His presence combining.
Off every bone in my shaking body.
Every breath he...
do not answer.
I must control my lack of adhession-
it is the only way.
They know what I am
But do not feel the pain.
I don't carry scars on my wrists;
They are only buried inside
my mind.
I told them what happened,
I can't stop shaking.
My mind is blank-
Panic and fear escaping.
My fear is behind me-
Not literally speaking.
"He" sits to the back of me,
And I feel His presence combining.
Off every bone in my shaking body.
Every breath he...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 11:41pm
23rd Dec 2011 11:41pm
The End
I thought of this poem after I finished one of my favorite movies, City of Ember.
If there comes a day
When the sun does not set
All we must say and do
Is hope for the best.
That there will still be light
Provided by the stars and moon
That we will still own "sight"
Even though Darkness will disrupt very soon.
If there comes a day
When the sun does not set
All we must say and do
Is hope for the best.
That there will still be light
Provided by the stars and moon
That we will still own "sight"
Even though Darkness will disrupt very soon.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 7:09am
23rd Dec 2011 7:09am
My Secret Continued.
Through the glass of His presence,
All that remains is vanished
from resistance.
With Regrets deeper than the sea
And Memories that will Never be free.
Or Painless emotions that never set Fire
To all devotions without regretful desire.
Every action that he causes,
Every word He chooses;
All that replies is the emotion of Fear
And actions that the Victim refuses.
Again, this is not a poem of heartbreak or once love, it is more distant. Some of you might understand- I hope.
All that remains is vanished
from resistance.
With Regrets deeper than the sea
And Memories that will Never be free.
Or Painless emotions that never set Fire
To all devotions without regretful desire.
Every action that he causes,
Every word He chooses;
All that replies is the emotion of Fear
And actions that the Victim refuses.
Again, this is not a poem of heartbreak or once love, it is more distant. Some of you might understand- I hope.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 3:00am
22nd Dec 2011 3:00am
Keep the Secret
I don't want anyone to know
What He did to me.
But then again- I do,
Because then I would be free.
More free then a graceful bird,
More free then the stormy wind,
Than ever before.
I want His lifeless soul
to break into invisible
fragments of glass.
And realize what He did take
And know it will never last.
What He took from an innocent soul.
What He thought would be gold;
But instead turned to burn't coal.
I don't seek vengeance,
Nor do I want revenge.
I only want His...
What He did to me.
But then again- I do,
Because then I would be free.
More free then a graceful bird,
More free then the stormy wind,
Than ever before.
I want His lifeless soul
to break into invisible
fragments of glass.
And realize what He did take
And know it will never last.
What He took from an innocent soul.
What He thought would be gold;
But instead turned to burn't coal.
I don't seek vengeance,
Nor do I want revenge.
I only want His...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 2:45am
22nd Dec 2011 2:45am
Not The Same
Once again
"He" came too close,
But I did not feel Pain,
or hide like a ghost.
Even though I kept my head down
and clenched my jaws,
I still saw Him,
Still heard Him,
And identified His Only flaw.
Drifting into silence
as I write this down,
My only realization is-
What if He's changed?
Like an object that once made sound.
I'm trying so hard
to accept the truth- That
maybe Dark ones have the ability to change.
But I can't bring myself
to believe
That there can be...
"He" came too close,
But I did not feel Pain,
or hide like a ghost.
Even though I kept my head down
and clenched my jaws,
I still saw Him,
Still heard Him,
And identified His Only flaw.
Drifting into silence
as I write this down,
My only realization is-
What if He's changed?
Like an object that once made sound.
I'm trying so hard
to accept the truth- That
maybe Dark ones have the ability to change.
But I can't bring myself
to believe
That there can be...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 00:15am
3rd Dec 2011 00:15am
Memories
Unlike always when I hear His voice
I chose to listen, and I made my choice.
His voice replies differently to me-
More childlike, deeper and free.
I may never bring myself
To believe the truth-
But I know, in my memories-
of pain and stealth,
That it is Him- because
"His" voice is the same
as I remember.
Nothing creates sense,
All fades from resistance.
Most life that causes Pain
Is Never forgotten,
Only drained
But still remains Incarcerated.
I chose to listen, and I made my choice.
His voice replies differently to me-
More childlike, deeper and free.
I may never bring myself
To believe the truth-
But I know, in my memories-
of pain and stealth,
That it is Him- because
"His" voice is the same
as I remember.
Nothing creates sense,
All fades from resistance.
Most life that causes Pain
Is Never forgotten,
Only drained
But still remains Incarcerated.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 11:55pm
2nd Dec 2011 11:55pm
Poisonous Flowers
Poisonous flowers
of envious fog
made me see
what Nothing's become.
Walls white as snow,
Blood darker than red
I think I know
what fills me with Dread.
Your repulsive stare-
as I should know,
I cannot bare-
Like the burning of snow.
I rely on myself
to except the truth
that I have executed
beyond belief.
But come the rain and thunder,
I will realize that all those dreadful thoughts
descend under.
of envious fog
made me see
what Nothing's become.
Walls white as snow,
Blood darker than red
I think I know
what fills me with Dread.
Your repulsive stare-
as I should know,
I cannot bare-
Like the burning of snow.
I rely on myself
to except the truth
that I have executed
beyond belief.
But come the rain and thunder,
I will realize that all those dreadful thoughts
descend under.
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