Submissions by RiverOfFire
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 3:59pm
23rd Jan 2018 3:59pm
Hollow Reflections
It's not the loneliness that scares me
It's the silence.
The emptiness.
The Hollow echo of my soul,
reverberating off the walls
with my every stifled breath.
It's the reflection I avoid in the mirror each morning
And the gaze that penetrates the devouring darkness of the night
Just to remind me
It's still there.
It's the silence.
The emptiness.
The Hollow echo of my soul,
reverberating off the walls
with my every stifled breath.
It's the reflection I avoid in the mirror each morning
And the gaze that penetrates the devouring darkness of the night
Just to remind me
It's still there.
479 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2017 5:02pm
15th Nov 2017 5:02pm
White Noise
Some days are just
white noise
A swirl of images
Easily forgotten
Moving
task.
to
task.
Until I miss-
a beat
Then the images revolt
And choke me with their
disgrace
disgust
distaste
Immobilized,
I close my eyes
And leave it up to fate
white noise
A swirl of images
Easily forgotten
Moving
task.
to
task.
Until I miss-
a beat
Then the images revolt
And choke me with their
disgrace
disgust
distaste
Immobilized,
I close my eyes
And leave it up to fate
638 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2017 3:57pm
15th Nov 2017 3:57pm
Ode to a Tree
Oh, to be a tree
A tall and mighty oak
Bereft of all the weight
That leaves my spirit broke
My branches would be flayed
Toward the setting sun
Even when the bough breaks
And sap begins to run
The weight of all the world
Is washed away with ease
But roots retain the spark
That light my memories
A tall and mighty oak
Bereft of all the weight
That leaves my spirit broke
My branches would be flayed
Toward the setting sun
Even when the bough breaks
And sap begins to run
The weight of all the world
Is washed away with ease
But roots retain the spark
That light my memories
608 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2016 4:46pm
25th Jul 2016 4:46pm
Unforgiven
Is it a weakness when I say
I'd rather die than live another day?
Can you really call it living
when every hint of hope
comes crashing down
and leaves you unable to cope?
When the payment of blood
is not enough to suffice
For the cost of knowledge
accrued in life
And the burden of breathing
is too much to bare
compared to the cost
of the toll keeper's fare
Should I strike up a deal
with the devil himself
in the frail hope
of uplifting myself?
From this empty shell
I thought was my own...
I'd rather die than live another day?
Can you really call it living
when every hint of hope
comes crashing down
and leaves you unable to cope?
When the payment of blood
is not enough to suffice
For the cost of knowledge
accrued in life
And the burden of breathing
is too much to bare
compared to the cost
of the toll keeper's fare
Should I strike up a deal
with the devil himself
in the frail hope
of uplifting myself?
From this empty shell
I thought was my own...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2016 5:24pm
9th Apr 2016 5:24pm
Midnight Raid
Gnawing
Nibbling
Scratching
Hissing
skulking sulking silhouette
stands stranded a singular strand
one alone illuminated
by cheap linoleum petroleum
pseudo-suburban plutonium
seeking seething
Ready to EXPLODE
with one flick
of the switch
and
I'll
drift
shrouded
clouded
compounded
back
to black
abyss
I miss
Nibbling
Scratching
Hissing
skulking sulking silhouette
stands stranded a singular strand
one alone illuminated
by cheap linoleum petroleum
pseudo-suburban plutonium
seeking seething
Ready to EXPLODE
with one flick
of the switch
and
I'll
drift
shrouded
clouded
compounded
back
to black
abyss
I miss
609 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2016 5:15pm
9th Apr 2016 5:15pm
Rinse. Spit. Repeat.
It's the Crunch.
the Big Salty Peanut Butter Crunch
that gets stuck in your teeth
and never quite leaves
no matter how many mints hints hits
you drop.
Rinse once.
Spit,
Don't Swallow.
Stuff'll kill ya.
Neighbour's friend dropped dead of the stuff last week
poor thing
She wasn't weak,
just on her last leg
out on a limb,
on a whim
in need of a crutch
Not a Crunch.
But...
the Big Salty Peanut Butter Crunch
that gets stuck in your teeth
and never quite leaves
no matter how many mints hints hits
you drop.
Rinse once.
Spit,
Don't Swallow.
Stuff'll kill ya.
Neighbour's friend dropped dead of the stuff last week
poor thing
She wasn't weak,
just on her last leg
out on a limb,
on a whim
in need of a crutch
Not a Crunch.
But...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 5:52pm
21st Jun 2015 5:52pm
Love the Sinner
Each time
the needle breaks
my skin
A sin.
A grin.
My win,
for the day.
I steal back the pain
and reclaim
control
of my soul
just to feel something
again.
the needle breaks
my skin
A sin.
A grin.
My win,
for the day.
I steal back the pain
and reclaim
control
of my soul
just to feel something
again.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 7:53pm
15th Apr 2014 7:53pm
Ding
Plug me in
I'm ready to go
Adrenalin
starting to flow
Screen flashes
Press Start
Drink potions
Gain heart
Cherry cola
running through my veins
Difficulty setting:
Select Insane
Farming drops and exp.
Owning noobs in PVP
That rush I get
when I save the day
and watch it back
on instant replay
I'm not a douche
I'm just OP
but I'll camp you the fuck out
if you disagree
I'm ready to go
Adrenalin
starting to flow
Screen flashes
Press Start
Drink potions
Gain heart
Cherry cola
running through my veins
Difficulty setting:
Select Insane
Farming drops and exp.
Owning noobs in PVP
That rush I get
when I save the day
and watch it back
on instant replay
I'm not a douche
I'm just OP
but I'll camp you the fuck out
if you disagree
767 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 4:48am
15th Apr 2014 4:48am
A Love Long Forgotten
Here is my heart
in bloodied hands.
Held out for your needs;
Your insatiable appetite.
Hounding my dreams,
my thoughts..
You're in my skin
and in my brain.
Touching every nerve ending,
exciting every neuron
and putting me under your spell
with every glance my way.
Icy blue pools pierce my heart
and crack my shell.
My casing is torn;
Undeveloped wings left broken.
You send impulses
through my brain,
stimulating every inch of me
and setting me adrift
with an empty promise
of a love
long forgotten.
in bloodied hands.
Held out for your needs;
Your insatiable appetite.
Hounding my dreams,
my thoughts..
You're in my skin
and in my brain.
Touching every nerve ending,
exciting every neuron
and putting me under your spell
with every glance my way.
Icy blue pools pierce my heart
and crack my shell.
My casing is torn;
Undeveloped wings left broken.
You send impulses
through my brain,
stimulating every inch of me
and setting me adrift
with an empty promise
of a love
long forgotten.
739 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 1:50am
25th Mar 2014 1:50am
I Am
Who am I?
A voiceless face.
An enigma among
the human race.
A perversion of God
Created through sin.
An “abomination”
that should never have been.
I am the child
that parents forsake
when they find that I
am just a mistake.
I am the shame
in my father's eyes;
the reason for
my mother's sighs.
I am the hatred
that bubbles inside
the men and the women
who force me to hide.
But who are you,
to think you can say
that I'm a mistake
just because I am gay?
A voiceless face.
An enigma among
the human race.
A perversion of God
Created through sin.
An “abomination”
that should never have been.
I am the child
that parents forsake
when they find that I
am just a mistake.
I am the shame
in my father's eyes;
the reason for
my mother's sighs.
I am the hatred
that bubbles inside
the men and the women
who force me to hide.
But who are you,
to think you can say
that I'm a mistake
just because I am gay?
783 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 6:04pm
19th Feb 2014 6:04pm
Solace in Dreams
At night I feel your silhouette
and feel your breathing on my neck.
My dreams you enter with such ease
and reenact sweet memories.
With arms wrapped 'round
my chest, my heart,
the night would see us never part.
But day is cruel and dreams must end
my broken heart will never mend.
Tears fall like razors, cutting so deep
but I'll hold you again
if only in sleep.
and feel your breathing on my neck.
My dreams you enter with such ease
and reenact sweet memories.
With arms wrapped 'round
my chest, my heart,
the night would see us never part.
But day is cruel and dreams must end
my broken heart will never mend.
Tears fall like razors, cutting so deep
but I'll hold you again
if only in sleep.
760 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 6:16pm
11th Feb 2014 6:16pm
Of Days Gone Past
I thought about you every day
but even so our love turned gray.
My mouth to yours, a kiss to start
the pounding of my ancient heart.
On cold nights you would hold me tight
but for our love, we had to fight.
The fight was long but soon you fell
and though you're gone I wish you well.
The days, too many. Our visits, too few.
I slowly grew apart from you.
Though it seemed that our love would last
it soon became memories
of days gone past.
but even so our love turned gray.
My mouth to yours, a kiss to start
the pounding of my ancient heart.
On cold nights you would hold me tight
but for our love, we had to fight.
The fight was long but soon you fell
and though you're gone I wish you well.
The days, too many. Our visits, too few.
I slowly grew apart from you.
Though it seemed that our love would last
it soon became memories
of days gone past.
686 reads
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