Submissions by Rocky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I do what I do and I do it because this world needs me to.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 8:24pm
3rd Aug 2012 8:24pm
GOD, BE MY SHIELD
Be with me in this trial god;
be my shield and lift the burdens from my shoulders,
take away everything in my life that seems to be so dead.
Be with me as I suffer,
as I cry,
and as I hang my head.
Wipe each tear that fall from my eyes;
be the assuredness in my heart that reminds me that everything will be alright.
Bring me to a reason in knowing what is, but also remind me of the things that I will never be able to change.
See through me, oh god, as I stand before you in
trouble,
doubt and pain.
Be my crutch that I can always lean of, and...
be my shield and lift the burdens from my shoulders,
take away everything in my life that seems to be so dead.
Be with me as I suffer,
as I cry,
and as I hang my head.
Wipe each tear that fall from my eyes;
be the assuredness in my heart that reminds me that everything will be alright.
Bring me to a reason in knowing what is, but also remind me of the things that I will never be able to change.
See through me, oh god, as I stand before you in
trouble,
doubt and pain.
Be my crutch that I can always lean of, and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 9:17pm
1st Aug 2012 9:17pm
SPIRIT
We go far beyond flesh and bone; we aren’t only human.
We can help what we do and what we say to others; for we are not possed, we simply act stupid on our own.
We could save the world if we tried.
We are spirits, we always have been, and always will be spirits.
We cry, tears do fall from our eyes but it’s really the spirit that feels the sorrow.
Our flesh bleeds, but it’s the spirit that feels the pain.
Our ears pass sound waves through to our brain but it’s the spirit that understands.
Our hearts pump blood through our bodies, but it is the spirit that feels the...
We can help what we do and what we say to others; for we are not possed, we simply act stupid on our own.
We could save the world if we tried.
We are spirits, we always have been, and always will be spirits.
We cry, tears do fall from our eyes but it’s really the spirit that feels the sorrow.
Our flesh bleeds, but it’s the spirit that feels the pain.
Our ears pass sound waves through to our brain but it’s the spirit that understands.
Our hearts pump blood through our bodies, but it is the spirit that feels the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 9:09pm
1st Aug 2012 9:09pm
OCTOBER TEARS
I have been dreading the day when I would see you cry…
I have listened to you cry now everyday for all of my life, and for everyday I cry too.
I cry as my tears are falling from my eyes; but not one time did you tell me that all would to be left unspoken, not one time did you ever warn me that my heart would ever be broken; not one time have you swore to me a lie, not one time.
But I have found it to be that nothing is ever brought up at the right moment because that perfect moment came to a halt the minute you picked up that bottle of liquid courage.
Your courageous mouth, so...
I have listened to you cry now everyday for all of my life, and for everyday I cry too.
I cry as my tears are falling from my eyes; but not one time did you tell me that all would to be left unspoken, not one time did you ever warn me that my heart would ever be broken; not one time have you swore to me a lie, not one time.
But I have found it to be that nothing is ever brought up at the right moment because that perfect moment came to a halt the minute you picked up that bottle of liquid courage.
Your courageous mouth, so...
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 9:28pm
30th Jul 2012 9:28pm
OPEN SCARS
Are you happy now daddy? You took something as beautiful as I once was and you trashed it.
You’re left me with these open wounds, these scars that I have to see every day of my life, the scars that are in my mind. You left without me one day…..
But you left me these scars and they are all that I really have to remember you by, these scars that renew and bust open like they did when you first put them in my mind.
It seems to hurt a little more each time that your face flashes in my mind, like it did when you told me that you hated me. I still haven’t forgotten any of that and I...
You’re left me with these open wounds, these scars that I have to see every day of my life, the scars that are in my mind. You left without me one day…..
But you left me these scars and they are all that I really have to remember you by, these scars that renew and bust open like they did when you first put them in my mind.
It seems to hurt a little more each time that your face flashes in my mind, like it did when you told me that you hated me. I still haven’t forgotten any of that and I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jul 2012 9:15pm
30th Jul 2012 9:15pm
WHAT HAS BEEN MISSING ALL ALONG
How do you like them apples? Someone asked me today, and then I smiled before I looked away.
I rested my eyes as I lay beneath an apple tree, I roamed in a garden and I was given no choice but to leave.
I leave behind a garden of fruit ripe and succulent at the core, grape vines twisted all has vanished evermore.
There on after I have traveled alone, long gone from the place I claimed as home.
I journey through exile one step at a time and this journey has been mine.
It has been mine alone because I travel alone, life is strange and twisted like a falling dream, voices...
I rested my eyes as I lay beneath an apple tree, I roamed in a garden and I was given no choice but to leave.
I leave behind a garden of fruit ripe and succulent at the core, grape vines twisted all has vanished evermore.
There on after I have traveled alone, long gone from the place I claimed as home.
I journey through exile one step at a time and this journey has been mine.
It has been mine alone because I travel alone, life is strange and twisted like a falling dream, voices...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 9:02pm
25th Jul 2012 9:02pm
THE ANGEL WITH THE BROKEN WINGS
He holds her halo over her head because it brings her spirit to a shatter.
He plucks away her wings, feather by feather, he has tainted her mind, she used to be a good girl, a really, really good girl that some might have called an angel at one point.
She was perfect, she was the most beautiful angel as he was, but now her life is cursed because her destiny is to die.
Her destiny is to die because he struck her as a mortal at once.
She didn’t have anything worth living for, so she turned to him, for only he held the greatest of offers, but now she knows the only thing she...
He plucks away her wings, feather by feather, he has tainted her mind, she used to be a good girl, a really, really good girl that some might have called an angel at one point.
She was perfect, she was the most beautiful angel as he was, but now her life is cursed because her destiny is to die.
Her destiny is to die because he struck her as a mortal at once.
She didn’t have anything worth living for, so she turned to him, for only he held the greatest of offers, but now she knows the only thing she...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 8:32pm
25th Jul 2012 8:32pm
LAVA IN MY VEINS
Something beneath the surface boiling to come out;
Something red,
Something thicker than water
The more she screams this something gets hotter….
Until I am alone, and all by myself.
Years have passed; she’ll repeat the same words
Years ago I should have gotten help
Years have brought me to this very day
Too familiar, it still hurts
Too familiar but it’s gotten worse.
Blood is thicker than water,
But lava is thicker than blood
This is my antidote; the one that conquers my own fears
Yet she still frightens me the very same
Everything will...
Something red,
Something thicker than water
The more she screams this something gets hotter….
Until I am alone, and all by myself.
Years have passed; she’ll repeat the same words
Years ago I should have gotten help
Years have brought me to this very day
Too familiar, it still hurts
Too familiar but it’s gotten worse.
Blood is thicker than water,
But lava is thicker than blood
This is my antidote; the one that conquers my own fears
Yet she still frightens me the very same
Everything will...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 8:55pm
23rd Jul 2012 8:55pm
THE STUCK IN MY HEAD @ 12 IN THE MORNING POEM
Alone inside,
Numb inside,
Feelings that I cannot hide.
Lost inside,
scarred inside,
All of this is frame of mind.
Forgotten about,
Because I have been living without....
Anyone there to take my hand.
I am so scared;
Yet I must not be,
For whenever it comes to fighting my own battles in life....
All I have is me.
And whenever it comes to loneliness....
Why, fear is my cup of tea.
Numb inside,
Feelings that I cannot hide.
Lost inside,
scarred inside,
All of this is frame of mind.
Forgotten about,
Because I have been living without....
Anyone there to take my hand.
I am so scared;
Yet I must not be,
For whenever it comes to fighting my own battles in life....
All I have is me.
And whenever it comes to loneliness....
Why, fear is my cup of tea.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 8:46pm
23rd Jul 2012 8:46pm
THE OUTLOOK
THE OUTLOOK OF BEING.....
Alone I stand...
As I walk through this world taking my life into my own two hands.
Alone I fall....
As I fall into the trap of....
Pain,
The trap of....
Sorrow,
And the trap of....
Regret.
Forever? I wonder.
Forever am I going to feel this way?
Is it going to be this same exact cycle of loneliness
Day by day by day?
I wonder sometimes if I am the only mortal that really feels this way.
I wonder if I should speak up, or if I really have anything worth to say.
And as I look up at the starless sky;
I...
Alone I stand...
As I walk through this world taking my life into my own two hands.
Alone I fall....
As I fall into the trap of....
Pain,
The trap of....
Sorrow,
And the trap of....
Regret.
Forever? I wonder.
Forever am I going to feel this way?
Is it going to be this same exact cycle of loneliness
Day by day by day?
I wonder sometimes if I am the only mortal that really feels this way.
I wonder if I should speak up, or if I really have anything worth to say.
And as I look up at the starless sky;
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 9:11pm
18th Jul 2012 9:11pm
THE DAY I DID NOT CRY
The first day I bled, but I did not cry.
Second day cuts sting like hell.
Third day I wonder, Will these scar? but I cannot tell.
Fourth day, blood begins to flake as cuts have come to be well passed dry.
Fifth day I look down at these cuts and I find myself stronger as I remember day number one.... the day I did not cry.
The sixth day I look down at my wrists, I am no longer hurting....
They remind me that day number one was certain....
Day number six I am no longer hurting.
And by day number seven I know that these scars will remain certain....
These...
Second day cuts sting like hell.
Third day I wonder, Will these scar? but I cannot tell.
Fourth day, blood begins to flake as cuts have come to be well passed dry.
Fifth day I look down at these cuts and I find myself stronger as I remember day number one.... the day I did not cry.
The sixth day I look down at my wrists, I am no longer hurting....
They remind me that day number one was certain....
Day number six I am no longer hurting.
And by day number seven I know that these scars will remain certain....
These...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 9:00pm
18th Jul 2012 9:00pm
THE BACKSTABBERS
We are killing eachother more and more each day, we just aren't realizing it.
We burry our feelings and we burry our lies....
Then we burry eachother after we have stabbed eachother in the back for the final time.
No one is perfect in a world like this, no.
And no one is a saint at a time like this.
We are all hypocrites, we just don't see it.
To put down one serial killer, and then turning right back around and stabbing someone else in the back.
Never underestimate the serial killer....
And never, under any means should you ever underestimate the mind of a...
We burry our feelings and we burry our lies....
Then we burry eachother after we have stabbed eachother in the back for the final time.
No one is perfect in a world like this, no.
And no one is a saint at a time like this.
We are all hypocrites, we just don't see it.
To put down one serial killer, and then turning right back around and stabbing someone else in the back.
Never underestimate the serial killer....
And never, under any means should you ever underestimate the mind of a...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 9:52pm
13th Jul 2012 9:52pm
IN MEMORY OF THE DEAD ROSE
Petal after petal falls before this night;
I watch as my memories shatter,
dreams die before my sight.
Dreams for unknown reasons are dying down before this scene....
all plans of gratifiaction seem to only vanish in the haze,
as the dead rose still stands here,
tall, and in this vase.
The rose symbolizes memory, but that I could never tell...
Because all these nightmares mean to me will only be left behind just as well.
In memory of the dead rose....
Black and crumbled;
I see no signs of life anywhere,
as I tend to find my enemies to be my...
I watch as my memories shatter,
dreams die before my sight.
Dreams for unknown reasons are dying down before this scene....
all plans of gratifiaction seem to only vanish in the haze,
as the dead rose still stands here,
tall, and in this vase.
The rose symbolizes memory, but that I could never tell...
Because all these nightmares mean to me will only be left behind just as well.
In memory of the dead rose....
Black and crumbled;
I see no signs of life anywhere,
as I tend to find my enemies to be my...
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