Submissions by RustySaint
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Flowers gathered in the morning, afternoon they blossom on. Still are withered by the evening, you can be me when I'm gone.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 2:00pm
21st Apr 2013 2:00pm
The true meaning of life
Along the broken road of life we crumble and decay
a meaningless journey, no point from day to day.
Hopes are raised and shattered in faith there is no trust
As all dreams of better things lie screaming in the dust.
We search in broken hearts for the meaning of this life
but the answer cuts into our soul like a jagged edged knife.
There is no reason to be found, we're here only to survive
pain and suffering must be sent to show us we're alive.
For love and joy seem fleeting whenever they're around
then the pain of losing everything tears our spirit down....
a meaningless journey, no point from day to day.
Hopes are raised and shattered in faith there is no trust
As all dreams of better things lie screaming in the dust.
We search in broken hearts for the meaning of this life
but the answer cuts into our soul like a jagged edged knife.
There is no reason to be found, we're here only to survive
pain and suffering must be sent to show us we're alive.
For love and joy seem fleeting whenever they're around
then the pain of losing everything tears our spirit down....
759 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 7:31am
21st Apr 2013 7:31am
Arrogance
You seem to think you are the best,
your ego never gets a rest.
The truth is you're a fucking pest,
you arrogant son of a bitch.
You walk around, nose in the air,
casting aspersions everywhere.
I could cut your throat without a care
and bury you in a ditch.
You think your shit doesn't stink
but let me tell you what I think.
You need to go and see a shrink
because your living an illusion.
No one thinks you are superior,
in fact your attitude makes you...
your ego never gets a rest.
The truth is you're a fucking pest,
you arrogant son of a bitch.
You walk around, nose in the air,
casting aspersions everywhere.
I could cut your throat without a care
and bury you in a ditch.
You think your shit doesn't stink
but let me tell you what I think.
You need to go and see a shrink
because your living an illusion.
No one thinks you are superior,
in fact your attitude makes you...
809 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 8:32pm
20th Apr 2013 8:32pm
Liar
I took a knife and slit your throat
and watched the lies pour out.
I thought you were an angel
but the devil is what you're about.
Your poison blood ran down your breast
and soaked you in deceit
Yet still you act all innocent,
you filthy disgusting cheat.
and watched the lies pour out.
I thought you were an angel
but the devil is what you're about.
Your poison blood ran down your breast
and soaked you in deceit
Yet still you act all innocent,
you filthy disgusting cheat.
829 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 11:35am
20th Apr 2013 11:35am
Tears
My heart feels sad and lonely
but it has no eyes to cry
and it doesn’t have a mouth
so it can’t let out a sigh.
So without the eyes to free them,
the tears well up inside
and without a mouth to speak them,
its feelings it must hide.
It doesn’t have a nose or ears,
or fingers so it can touch.
So if it has none of the senses,
Why does it hurt so much ?
but it has no eyes to cry
and it doesn’t have a mouth
so it can’t let out a sigh.
So without the eyes to free them,
the tears well up inside
and without a mouth to speak them,
its feelings it must hide.
It doesn’t have a nose or ears,
or fingers so it can touch.
So if it has none of the senses,
Why does it hurt so much ?
751 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 11:33am
20th Apr 2013 11:33am
Emptiness
I have become nothing!
I am no one
An empty shell,
A barren soul.
I am the essence
of a hole.
I am no one
An empty shell,
A barren soul.
I am the essence
of a hole.
629 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Apr 2013 1:17am
20th Apr 2013 1:17am
The Ocean and the Pool
Once, on a hill overlooking the ocean, lay a pool of water held captive by the walls of a dam, and there in it’s solitude the soul of the pool would gaze out at the ocean and marvel at her beauty and majesty.
Day after day the pool would look upon her and much love grew in the depths of his soul and he longed for the day he could join her.
One day the rains came and the spirit of the rain entered the dam and lay beside the pool and asked that it may join him,
‘I am grateful for your company’ said the pool ‘and I am much heartened by your offer to join with me, however, my only...
Day after day the pool would look upon her and much love grew in the depths of his soul and he longed for the day he could join her.
One day the rains came and the spirit of the rain entered the dam and lay beside the pool and asked that it may join him,
‘I am grateful for your company’ said the pool ‘and I am much heartened by your offer to join with me, however, my only...
783 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 1:13am
20th Apr 2013 1:13am
A Cloud
One day a cloud, floating softly on the breath of the wind, looked down upon the earth and saw a landscape lain waste by the greed of man. He witnessed all manner of creature, wandering homeless, overrun by mans unhindered growth. The cloud felt much sorrow and tears welled in his soul until he overflowed with sadness and desperation. His tears fell upon the earth and with them came hope of re-growth and new life, yet man stole the clouds tears and made them servants of his greed. Then, in time, the land below became dry and barren and all the creatures of the world disappeared - and man too...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 5:09pm
19th Apr 2013 5:09pm
Natures Dance
Darkness descends upon the land,
Armageddon is close at hand.
We will now pay the price,
for ignoring her advice.
Sickness will float in the air -
The fruits of life she will no longer bear -
As her temper flares the land will break -
Her tears will flow from a drying lake.
As she sweats in rage the waters rise -
The waves will grow to a monstrous size -
She will fume inside until the hills explode,
as we push her closer to overload.
As she takes revenge the land will glow -
She will clean the slate with one strong blow....
Armageddon is close at hand.
We will now pay the price,
for ignoring her advice.
Sickness will float in the air -
The fruits of life she will no longer bear -
As her temper flares the land will break -
Her tears will flow from a drying lake.
As she sweats in rage the waters rise -
The waves will grow to a monstrous size -
She will fume inside until the hills explode,
as we push her closer to overload.
As she takes revenge the land will glow -
She will clean the slate with one strong blow....
636 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 5:02pm
19th Apr 2013 5:02pm
A letter to my Ex and her bitch of a sister
802 reads
1 Comment
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