Submissions by Silence_DoGood1009
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"COME, SAID MY SOUL, SUCH VERSES FOR MY BODY LET US WRITE (FOR WE ARE ONE)..."
STORY POEM
Published
31st Oct 2015 8:56pm
31st Oct 2015 8:56pm
Start-Down
I used to be on fire.
The red dry erase splattered our guts onto the incubator white board.
We've failed now.
No one's to blame though
Everyone's to blame.
A stroke, the distance, our ignorance.
I'm waiting for the brush to light again to paint the future
I have dreamed.
The red dry erase splattered our guts onto the incubator white board.
We've failed now.
No one's to blame though
Everyone's to blame.
A stroke, the distance, our ignorance.
I'm waiting for the brush to light again to paint the future
I have dreamed.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 2:27am
1st Jul 2015 2:27am
Vedere
I think I saw You today
I think I saw You when I looked in her eyes
and she slid her soft hand into the spaces in mine
I think I saw You when I looked in her eyes
and she slid her soft hand into the spaces in mine
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 3:14pm
27th Jan 2015 3:14pm
Imperfection's Exposé
Slip out the scalpel
the skin is cold
and ready for my mind to mold the person who I wish to be.
This person is not one I care to see
any longer.
The longing is what kills
I wish in short for simple pills
Doctor! Fix this defect in my DNA
and carve out a much more simple way
to cure this ailment of my being
it's hard enough
my eyes are seeing
this vacant space within my chest
filled with doubt and purposeless.
Guilt for who I am in front of you.
Its you and I which makes us two
different people in this world adjacent.
My...
the skin is cold
and ready for my mind to mold the person who I wish to be.
This person is not one I care to see
any longer.
The longing is what kills
I wish in short for simple pills
Doctor! Fix this defect in my DNA
and carve out a much more simple way
to cure this ailment of my being
it's hard enough
my eyes are seeing
this vacant space within my chest
filled with doubt and purposeless.
Guilt for who I am in front of you.
Its you and I which makes us two
different people in this world adjacent.
My...
551 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2015 9:50pm
10th Jan 2015 9:50pm
Reveille
Sit down History, we need to talk
Of the millions lay wasted across your battlefields.
Their stories have been told,
Chronicled in detail upon tongues, papers, paintings, and carved walls.
Yet history, your accounts have missed, it seems,
The everyday battles waged inside ALL of those you’ve laid to rest.
Wars of pride, guilt, expectation, longing, regret, grief, addiction, greed, fury, faith, and neglect.
None were exempt,
each drafted by number, one time or another,
Issued pedestrian fatigues and a pamphlet to read.
For your unborn child,...
Of the millions lay wasted across your battlefields.
Their stories have been told,
Chronicled in detail upon tongues, papers, paintings, and carved walls.
Yet history, your accounts have missed, it seems,
The everyday battles waged inside ALL of those you’ve laid to rest.
Wars of pride, guilt, expectation, longing, regret, grief, addiction, greed, fury, faith, and neglect.
None were exempt,
each drafted by number, one time or another,
Issued pedestrian fatigues and a pamphlet to read.
For your unborn child,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 4:20am
23rd Aug 2014 4:20am
Visions
I saw a vision of a man
Clad stiffly in a pinstripe suit
He stood behind two smiling sons
And a wife dressed in purple plaid
His face was calm with a mild smirk
He looked at me with hollowed eyes
He turned away and then I saw,
The scar that laid upon his cheek
This scar was red and burning bright
He looked again at the camera’s view
The picture grey with clear cold white
This man I saw was none but me
Yet none was he, unknown to me
Twas I before my soul was free
“Disturb” he shouted at the lens
Do not conform for thIs will die...
Clad stiffly in a pinstripe suit
He stood behind two smiling sons
And a wife dressed in purple plaid
His face was calm with a mild smirk
He looked at me with hollowed eyes
He turned away and then I saw,
The scar that laid upon his cheek
This scar was red and burning bright
He looked again at the camera’s view
The picture grey with clear cold white
This man I saw was none but me
Yet none was he, unknown to me
Twas I before my soul was free
“Disturb” he shouted at the lens
Do not conform for thIs will die...
540 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 3:20am
29th Jul 2014 3:20am
Sonrise
Father always says make hay while the sun shines.
But what do we make when the sun don’t shine?
In the coldest nights.
In the darkest times.
We’ll build an empire.
By sunrise
Father’ll watch his sons rise.
But what do we make when the sun don’t shine?
In the coldest nights.
In the darkest times.
We’ll build an empire.
By sunrise
Father’ll watch his sons rise.
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 2:16am
17th Jul 2014 2:16am
The Space Between
You terrify me.
Your quiet voice,
your subtle beauty,
your modest manner.
Perfected Imperfections.
I never would have thought to look in the places where you’d be found.
The art rooms and
Quiet labs late at night,
now sheltered homes mentally designed.
You scare me more than I fear myself.
As delicate as a taped, cracked, glass figurine.
Could I begin to dismantle the space in between?
Would the weighted atmosphere dissolve with just one fatal kiss or shifted embrace?
It would mean validation of emotions not yet fully...
Your quiet voice,
your subtle beauty,
your modest manner.
Perfected Imperfections.
I never would have thought to look in the places where you’d be found.
The art rooms and
Quiet labs late at night,
now sheltered homes mentally designed.
You scare me more than I fear myself.
As delicate as a taped, cracked, glass figurine.
Could I begin to dismantle the space in between?
Would the weighted atmosphere dissolve with just one fatal kiss or shifted embrace?
It would mean validation of emotions not yet fully...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 1:33pm
15th Jul 2014 1:33pm
Little Firefly
Little firefly crawling without haste upon my shower mat.
You seem so lost.
How did you come to be in this place of awkward encounter?
I sit upon the porcelain throne monitoring your every move.
You stare at me while unfurling your wings as if to fly;
There is nowhere to go.
We sit, facing each other,
both confused.
Some come from far away and marvel at your light shows upon open fields and grassy meadows.
I see your mating calls across the land in mid-summer’s evening heat.
I once played lightsabers with your ancestors,
Pasting them with...
You seem so lost.
How did you come to be in this place of awkward encounter?
I sit upon the porcelain throne monitoring your every move.
You stare at me while unfurling your wings as if to fly;
There is nowhere to go.
We sit, facing each other,
both confused.
Some come from far away and marvel at your light shows upon open fields and grassy meadows.
I see your mating calls across the land in mid-summer’s evening heat.
I once played lightsabers with your ancestors,
Pasting them with...
589 reads
4 Comments
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