Submissions by Ross1986
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2016 2:25pm
4th Jul 2016 2:25pm
The Prophetic Minds of the Devout.
In love I cherish thee; from the plight of illness I grow wings, and from the fervent moments: the illusion of time standing still, and still, I wait for the days of age. And of those days of age, I rage that life's page hasn't flown forward to forgotten memories for nostalgic's mellifluent embrace.
But for now, the incipit: my obstinate oxygen, moon to the oceans, raison d'etre to perspicasity; how I watch you, get lost in you, find you then reveal you. And hence, I cherish a journey of knowing, of mirth, even your blessed re-birth. Come upon the sill, fill your eyes' desire until...
But for now, the incipit: my obstinate oxygen, moon to the oceans, raison d'etre to perspicasity; how I watch you, get lost in you, find you then reveal you. And hence, I cherish a journey of knowing, of mirth, even your blessed re-birth. Come upon the sill, fill your eyes' desire until...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 3:01am
7th Jun 2016 3:01am
Great Soare Falling Asunder: The Rotten Earth of Chthonic Rebirth.
Darkest days dowsed in fire and blasphemous smog that saunters to displace the old town beauty - the old town charm. The isolated sun charged down by the glistening moon as if it disgraced the sky. Vagrant upon this isle, he hath no dreams, but one of debauched gratification: southern harlot confined to the pebbled streets for the feats of salacious requests. Surrounded by children falling by the fallen as the rain washes the soot off their abhorrent faces, the clock tower strikes and the stench of cholera followeth as he flees from his knees in search of solace: a way out of this atrophic...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2016 4:16am
30th May 2016 4:16am
Stalker
(Wrote this a while ago but didn't know where to post it until now. I kept writing and thought it was sort of funny)
He's walking, he's walking, forward thinking, forward talking. Keep on walking, keep on stalking Christopher Walken, and talking. Like a spider wall king, a surreptitious falcon, keep on stalking Christopher Walken walking, and talking. Never fallen, sometimes falling, always unorthodoxly talking as if forgetting and remembering something.
I think I'm obsessed with Christopher Walken and rhyming, or spend too much time doing nothing. He's an actor, that's the...
He's walking, he's walking, forward thinking, forward talking. Keep on walking, keep on stalking Christopher Walken, and talking. Like a spider wall king, a surreptitious falcon, keep on stalking Christopher Walken walking, and talking. Never fallen, sometimes falling, always unorthodoxly talking as if forgetting and remembering something.
I think I'm obsessed with Christopher Walken and rhyming, or spend too much time doing nothing. He's an actor, that's the...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2016 8:06pm
29th May 2016 8:06pm
AMAUNET
Wrote this poem for my girlfriend about 2-3 years ago. Hope you guys like it.
As I start alone across the sand, I ran upon it, and it did tumble as my humble foot did sample the grains of yellow land: this barren ocean of insidious sand that plays jester to my subservient slave; a slave to desire the winds of Amaunet.
Aghast, a storm beguiles me: it renders me in awe, with my eyes telling my brain what it saw. And my brain, it responds by dropping my knees to saunter closer to the vortex of beautiful abrogation: the height of incredulity. I'll confide in nature's...
As I start alone across the sand, I ran upon it, and it did tumble as my humble foot did sample the grains of yellow land: this barren ocean of insidious sand that plays jester to my subservient slave; a slave to desire the winds of Amaunet.
Aghast, a storm beguiles me: it renders me in awe, with my eyes telling my brain what it saw. And my brain, it responds by dropping my knees to saunter closer to the vortex of beautiful abrogation: the height of incredulity. I'll confide in nature's...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2016 7:23pm
28th May 2016 7:23pm
The Juxtaposition of the Sailor and the Siren.
Like the sun in Winter, like the snow in Spring, like the early morning songbird and the queen beside the king, she is a vision of beauty that evokes my soul; the reason cradles my heart, my ever bleeding heart that renders me helpless from the rambunctious seas and untiring winds. Hell on high water and beauty by the shore, this love I adore where eyes never glanced afore; I am beholden to nature.
My marionette vessel drenched over the wet wheel - this tortured wreck. I watch these tears hit the deck as my body follows suit into destruction's gate. Abrogation as my witness, I...
My marionette vessel drenched over the wet wheel - this tortured wreck. I watch these tears hit the deck as my body follows suit into destruction's gate. Abrogation as my witness, I...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2016 10:43pm
21st May 2016 10:43pm
Blood Lady of Cachtice.
(Just a wee poem about Elizabeth Bathory)
Noble stature of a countess possessed, wrecking and ruining the flesh of the submissive. Gold in their pockets and smiles of joy, lashes of red for fragile minds so coy; deprivation and degradation, the result of sadomasochism and mindless molestation.
Girl by girl, limb by limb, life to lifeless in the castle of darkness. In a place of noble etiquette, such monstrosities, these atrocities of witchcraft.
Blood soaked brutalisation of Carpathian walkways, a trail to the barren prison of sixteen ten, where the blood...
Noble stature of a countess possessed, wrecking and ruining the flesh of the submissive. Gold in their pockets and smiles of joy, lashes of red for fragile minds so coy; deprivation and degradation, the result of sadomasochism and mindless molestation.
Girl by girl, limb by limb, life to lifeless in the castle of darkness. In a place of noble etiquette, such monstrosities, these atrocities of witchcraft.
Blood soaked brutalisation of Carpathian walkways, a trail to the barren prison of sixteen ten, where the blood...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2016 11:31pm
19th May 2016 11:31pm
Ode to a Seraph.
Lonely is the heart when a loved seraph is near; my dearest angel, what is it that you fear? For I, one built in fear, hear the tearing; because of this silence, you winged beast, you rip my heart asunder; you castigate paradise and all it holds. There is decay, my beauteous blossom, and we are the largest jewel in its crown.
Your altruism stands tall, locking your status in stone, something I'll never bemoan, something natural, never planted to be grown. And then the insidiousness, the less than pleasant monster, grows, and it bears its claws so I see its flaws. Is my home in your...
Your altruism stands tall, locking your status in stone, something I'll never bemoan, something natural, never planted to be grown. And then the insidiousness, the less than pleasant monster, grows, and it bears its claws so I see its flaws. Is my home in your...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2016 4:53pm
18th May 2016 4:53pm
Untitled.
Deafening, defeating, this silence of lament, it dents my world of incompletion. And for the morrow, the sorrow of regret and the borrowing of emotion, because fear of loss is simple: nothing lasts forever - but for a wish to heaven that my life can be complete, but for the morrow, the sorrow of regret. I've put the final nail in the coffin, so keep shut that casket, light the candle and say your words of comfort; speak a pretty rhyme for me because death is broken, spoken upon the altar of tears, tears of contrition; but for the morrow, the sorrow of regret, so keep that casket shut.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2016 1:43pm
18th May 2016 1:43pm
Allegoria: Madame Messiah.
My soul, a thousand tectonic plates converge, masticating and regurgitating, leaving blackened hope and withered woes from those that chose with ease, but to endeavour - I speak: a chant, a hymn upon a prayer, fluent, as if a tome had been opened and incipit spoken. Hear me at the altar, my second father, I reject you and all your nefarious ways. In tow with a modicum of hope, I promise to falter to the end of days.
And into the shadows where chaos reigns: profane, sin and pain. I tremble before you, fighting not for light but for when dawn breaks and fire hits a spire; like a...
And into the shadows where chaos reigns: profane, sin and pain. I tremble before you, fighting not for light but for when dawn breaks and fire hits a spire; like a...
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