Submissions by Risen777
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to read and look into a mixture of subjects that will keep me on the move. I enjoy fantasy a lot fast paced and filled with the up most action that is full of plots, climaxes fighting etc.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2015 6:07pm
10th Mar 2015 6:07pm
Liverfix
Is death so scares, dreary and opaque? An omnipotent scythe that carries fear, pain from the depths of a crystal glance that realms into the despair, mystery and chaos.
Life with no meaning is a living corps, valued only by solitude for the essence of the subtle things. Reading a philosophical book that rights all the wrongs into a single sentence.
Burden...Neatly tied in on my stance...morals...values. It fucks me, literally fucks me cold...The frost bite of its touch solidifies my fears and transfixes my desire onto the despair.
I weep, for I have no cure for the...
Life with no meaning is a living corps, valued only by solitude for the essence of the subtle things. Reading a philosophical book that rights all the wrongs into a single sentence.
Burden...Neatly tied in on my stance...morals...values. It fucks me, literally fucks me cold...The frost bite of its touch solidifies my fears and transfixes my desire onto the despair.
I weep, for I have no cure for the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 9:46pm
4th Feb 2015 9:46pm
A cluster of thoughts
What is right from wrong? right being the soul of knowledge, self awareness, self gratitude but why does ones content for self obsession of right balance the freedom of speech, happiness and morality.
To be wrong is unethical in the eyes of the perceived for they do not bring knowledge to fulfill ones self, there isn't any lesson to be learn't.
The actions of each individual that fortifies their defenses into the transient of an actors domain essentially defies their understanding on each and every person.
They have battled the lions as gladiators and received...
To be wrong is unethical in the eyes of the perceived for they do not bring knowledge to fulfill ones self, there isn't any lesson to be learn't.
The actions of each individual that fortifies their defenses into the transient of an actors domain essentially defies their understanding on each and every person.
They have battled the lions as gladiators and received...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 00:57am
4th Jan 2015 00:57am
The Sin of Trust?
This life I live has changed, crossing the volcanic embers into the fireflies soothing dance that plays its taunts on our emotions. As it passes it mesmerizes us into a transfixed trance permitting our souls true and foretold as they were feelings for the death of a loved one or a decision that cannot be diverse in its nature.
I have lived this life on the cliffs edge and now the gods have favored me. Why I ask? Why has it been a long and arduous time spiral of ups and downs!
I ask myself this for I am in content. I have achieved! I have succumb the apex of fruition,fulfillment...
I have lived this life on the cliffs edge and now the gods have favored me. Why I ask? Why has it been a long and arduous time spiral of ups and downs!
I ask myself this for I am in content. I have achieved! I have succumb the apex of fruition,fulfillment...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 11:37pm
20th Nov 2014 11:37pm
Death is only the being
You know... I live this life everyday wondering, pondering every thought on the surroundings to normality is this me? is this my destiny? Do I walk the shadow in an every day apathetic person to grieve a nonsensical appearance. I feel the flowers that blossom and flow into the cascade being that echoes its virtue but this is not me.
For I am damned. The very essence of well being is dead gone I have succumb death despair and grief. I wish I could over come these very day occurrences but they will overcome me. The fruitless growth of transparency is evanescent in my hour glass. I'm dead...
For I am damned. The very essence of well being is dead gone I have succumb death despair and grief. I wish I could over come these very day occurrences but they will overcome me. The fruitless growth of transparency is evanescent in my hour glass. I'm dead...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 11:28pm
9th Nov 2014 11:28pm
Destiny of Time
Just because, we choose a path that makes us vain doesn't mean, we won't forte in the essences of solitude.
It merely portrays growth in the void of success single handily, when reality is fortuitous in our nature.
The conceptual being of ones self cannot be weighed down... for satisfaction is a hair breath of triumph in the realm of the believer.
Glory rides true in an infinite parallel decision that only becomes self aware as age persists. Truly time has its regard for time heals and transpires all
It merely portrays growth in the void of success single handily, when reality is fortuitous in our nature.
The conceptual being of ones self cannot be weighed down... for satisfaction is a hair breath of triumph in the realm of the believer.
Glory rides true in an infinite parallel decision that only becomes self aware as age persists. Truly time has its regard for time heals and transpires all
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 7:31pm
11th Aug 2014 7:31pm
Envy proclaims confidence
I died again today...
Original, truth, understanding, kindness, acceptance. These seem to be the pure no goes for driving forward for my surroundings.
Denial, shame, belittled, miss-understood are my attributes through and through. Maybe reality isn't my socialism, popularity or area I thrive in.
What highly contrived act is suspended in a none fictional fashion? Must I force a humorous outrageous spectacle of myself to be for scene as a higher being to attract and enlighten to aide or permit the knowledge I so grasp definitely onto each and every person.
I am...
Original, truth, understanding, kindness, acceptance. These seem to be the pure no goes for driving forward for my surroundings.
Denial, shame, belittled, miss-understood are my attributes through and through. Maybe reality isn't my socialism, popularity or area I thrive in.
What highly contrived act is suspended in a none fictional fashion? Must I force a humorous outrageous spectacle of myself to be for scene as a higher being to attract and enlighten to aide or permit the knowledge I so grasp definitely onto each and every person.
I am...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 2:52pm
2nd Aug 2014 2:52pm
The want is deadly
Today I have cleanse myself into the very apex of a black putrid essence. This has become upon an obsession of want that has transpired its glory selfishly triggered from past inconsistencies prolonged by a foolish vision of ecstasy.
All that has been accomplished will forever be transfixed in memory like a scar that never heals. I cannot and will not bare these scars for any longer for my soul, conscience and pride are but bitter tangled strings unwinding piece by piece over a period of time for them to succumb back to their rightful stances on my aura.
Integrity, courage,...
All that has been accomplished will forever be transfixed in memory like a scar that never heals. I cannot and will not bare these scars for any longer for my soul, conscience and pride are but bitter tangled strings unwinding piece by piece over a period of time for them to succumb back to their rightful stances on my aura.
Integrity, courage,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2014 1:36am
29th May 2014 1:36am
Half Being
This person I see forms belonging, crustal pure blue, calm and yet fierce red with the fire that is tamed to coalesce as one. She smiles a sincere grin that fills the essence of serenity always and true. Her thoughts are a picture painted tapestry that unwinds its gentle thoroughly thought giving as she follows her soul with her heart.Words cannot be bestowed easily as they do not hold meaning of all she stands for.
If I cry, she cries, if I laugh, she laughs. If I portray the very moral of being, there will be no hostility malice or verbal persistence to change ones view. Only the...
If I cry, she cries, if I laugh, she laughs. If I portray the very moral of being, there will be no hostility malice or verbal persistence to change ones view. Only the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Jan 2014 10:02pm
11th Jan 2014 10:02pm
Holy of horror
I see a dark envy that grievously devours a hatred that flares the ashes into a cocoon to be reborn into; a fire heated, sparsely conspiring vendetta, corrupting my every nerve.
What I have witnessed this day is a pearl of gold transformed into the leching societies left overs that breath the clean air mother earth has bestowed on us only to be exhaled ferociously, savagely fucking killing everything in its path.
Words...ha...There are no words, to hear to speak to allow ones self satisfaction. Only dyer emotion reckless like the ocean sea as it draws an off shore storm...
What I have witnessed this day is a pearl of gold transformed into the leching societies left overs that breath the clean air mother earth has bestowed on us only to be exhaled ferociously, savagely fucking killing everything in its path.
Words...ha...There are no words, to hear to speak to allow ones self satisfaction. Only dyer emotion reckless like the ocean sea as it draws an off shore storm...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2013 10:49pm
24th Dec 2013 10:49pm
Value for Simplicity
She sits and stares frozen in her nostalgia warmth days, crisp to the touch of a memory that presents her a smile, a sense of glamour, possessions, comfort and prosperity. idolising her frequently happy times that ravish over her performing its simplicity so elegantly. She pounders herself relax, transformed from what once was into her wine shaped glass a crystal image staring transfix in her opaque eyes, glaring, questioning her obsessions.
The shallow shadow whimpers from her feelings drowning her, swarming the echo's virtues swiftly snatching at her soul. A snap sound vibrates...
The shallow shadow whimpers from her feelings drowning her, swarming the echo's virtues swiftly snatching at her soul. A snap sound vibrates...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2013 10:32pm
2nd Nov 2013 10:32pm
Fear or Rage
I’m swollen in this red mass flared projectile forcefully fallen forgotten rotting in a bizarre twist of nonsensical acumen's, I thought but this is a lie.
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang,...
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang,...
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