Submissions by RosaVelt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 7:06pm
18th Jan 2011 7:06pm
Smoldered sulpher
pillow, pillow
upon my wall
call theparamedics
again once more
To thy deathshall you part
ravaged in feathers
blatant stabbed farts
upon my wall
call theparamedics
again once more
To thy deathshall you part
ravaged in feathers
blatant stabbed farts
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Aug 2010 9:49pm
14th Aug 2010 9:49pm
Self expectation
Does it look like i want the attention
The free alternative love?
Is it your conclusion for my dissapointment
You were "a friend", what are you now
A note of anguish done all in one
Or just another coloned hate for one another
Do you not care to obligate to the dissection
Or have you given up already
Compressed to an utter word, "hi"
Do you expect an answer to the unconditional love
Your not inconsiderably cold, but why
Do you loathe to care
To leave and to never come back
Then you do know, your just...
The free alternative love?
Is it your conclusion for my dissapointment
You were "a friend", what are you now
A note of anguish done all in one
Or just another coloned hate for one another
Do you not care to obligate to the dissection
Or have you given up already
Compressed to an utter word, "hi"
Do you expect an answer to the unconditional love
Your not inconsiderably cold, but why
Do you loathe to care
To leave and to never come back
Then you do know, your just...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2010 9:05pm
3rd Aug 2010 9:05pm
My soul is cracked
My soul is cracked
Is broken
Like the glass pane of my door
That the shadow that clung to me
Violated with a roar
The life I knew I can’t hold onto
Desiccated memories
Under the feet
of That shadow
My soul is cracked
Is broken
And when the fissures dig too deep
The monster asleep inside of me
Reveals his shiny teeth.
There will be blood
As there has been before
And my soul is cracked once more.
Is broken
Like the glass pane of my door
That the shadow that clung to me
Violated with a roar
The life I knew I can’t hold onto
Desiccated memories
Under the feet
of That shadow
My soul is cracked
Is broken
And when the fissures dig too deep
The monster asleep inside of me
Reveals his shiny teeth.
There will be blood
As there has been before
And my soul is cracked once more.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2010 12:42pm
30th Jun 2010 12:42pm
Varied
deceased, i see
looking on
whatever is the calling
cant castrate the song
And only like a ping pong ball
the ping only hits the pong
wherever dirty waters lie
the rest cannot return
Although i could
i would
but do
much to mess along
looking on
whatever is the calling
cant castrate the song
And only like a ping pong ball
the ping only hits the pong
wherever dirty waters lie
the rest cannot return
Although i could
i would
but do
much to mess along
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2010 10:27pm
11th Jun 2010 10:27pm
insignificance
walking one aside
on a long congested road
crystalized in the essence
for only one to walk alone
stumble on a rock
fall between graves
the dead have come to welcome us
with their tumbling pains
why risk it all
if all were one question
the power to be different
is only more of a correction
on a long congested road
crystalized in the essence
for only one to walk alone
stumble on a rock
fall between graves
the dead have come to welcome us
with their tumbling pains
why risk it all
if all were one question
the power to be different
is only more of a correction
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2010 3:31pm
25th May 2010 3:31pm
Liabilities.
Love a constraint of
merciful pain.
It contains a contingent
source of standing on vital cords.
It has no source of availability
but shows signs of infinite hope
for one another
Each time a memory dilutes itself,
constraining me to no more me,
but you, as a need.
What is the impeccability of love?
merciful pain.
It contains a contingent
source of standing on vital cords.
It has no source of availability
but shows signs of infinite hope
for one another
Each time a memory dilutes itself,
constraining me to no more me,
but you, as a need.
What is the impeccability of love?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2010 9:16am
23rd May 2010 9:16am
deadly fun.
Lead a killing spree off
off the coast of mars
snapping on each others foreheads
crapping on the stars
Do the dead a failure
Incriminate writing
like a true einstein
Puke in the distance
on each others heads
But love to hate
like a true satanist
off the coast of mars
snapping on each others foreheads
crapping on the stars
Do the dead a failure
Incriminate writing
like a true einstein
Puke in the distance
on each others heads
But love to hate
like a true satanist
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2010 9:58pm
17th May 2010 9:58pm
No sense in imaginary world
I suggest the common fate
of all who are to see
what curiosity they all possess in moments turned toglee.
But what for art thou purpose?
Should one be only one.
what ignorance for who i see
is only what I consider thee to be.
of all who are to see
what curiosity they all possess in moments turned toglee.
But what for art thou purpose?
Should one be only one.
what ignorance for who i see
is only what I consider thee to be.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 4:39pm
11th Mar 2010 4:39pm
Love...the bullshit in a glass bottle
This life was what words could describe as pure happiness
awww poor baby, did i mess up your hypothesis
surely you can take anything i give to you, and bounce it back.
but one by and by knew how to short circuit that.
You werent different or decisive, you werent even my type
but knowing my types was what called a waste of time.
Was I selfish or ignorant for not mentioning the importance of "you"
For how perfect and beautiful was my view of thee
But you were bullshit in a glass bottle
with markings on the label, stay away, caution, dont...
awww poor baby, did i mess up your hypothesis
surely you can take anything i give to you, and bounce it back.
but one by and by knew how to short circuit that.
You werent different or decisive, you werent even my type
but knowing my types was what called a waste of time.
Was I selfish or ignorant for not mentioning the importance of "you"
For how perfect and beautiful was my view of thee
But you were bullshit in a glass bottle
with markings on the label, stay away, caution, dont...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jan 2010 10:25pm
8th Jan 2010 10:25pm
Much of a Muchness
Why am I not surprised, that’s all you are
Our god, Oh no almighty
A abstract lie in my head.
With manmade inventions
To determine your scripture
How nice of you, to reveal yourself.
When all are just beliefs.
Apparently, I was born to hate god
From cross to cross
Explaining shit, when right’s not right
And wrong’s not wrong.
What is your formality of assumptions
Your pompous events
Why is all, just “God”?
Why don’t we ever ask
How stupidly selfish he is.
Our god, Oh no almighty
A abstract lie in my head.
With manmade inventions
To determine your scripture
How nice of you, to reveal yourself.
When all are just beliefs.
Apparently, I was born to hate god
From cross to cross
Explaining shit, when right’s not right
And wrong’s not wrong.
What is your formality of assumptions
Your pompous events
Why is all, just “God”?
Why don’t we ever ask
How stupidly selfish he is.
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