Submissions by SilverSoul
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
THE DREAM CHRONICLES PART ONE: It was all.... a dream?
Intro:
OMG…it felt so REAAAALL…but it really wasn’t ..was it ? Although I felt every pain, saw every stain …
it was some seriously trippy stuff man, im telling you, every detail was outlined , specific to a timeline, at the same time out of nowhere came these words, these lyrics ..i guess??…I swear to you I wasnt high….and I dreamed about this girl…but I swear to you she wasnt me….but i gotta tell you….before It goes away :
My Dream:
Last night I dreamt the streets were nothin but fucking Gory,
scraping nickles and dimes together to make a story....
OMG…it felt so REAAAALL…but it really wasn’t ..was it ? Although I felt every pain, saw every stain …
it was some seriously trippy stuff man, im telling you, every detail was outlined , specific to a timeline, at the same time out of nowhere came these words, these lyrics ..i guess??…I swear to you I wasnt high….and I dreamed about this girl…but I swear to you she wasnt me….but i gotta tell you….before It goes away :
My Dream:
Last night I dreamt the streets were nothin but fucking Gory,
scraping nickles and dimes together to make a story....
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To Start off...
K, well here it goes then,
just tell me when to stop when.
Give me your desire, Ill give you the passion,
do it up like the latest fashion.
I am beginning again with a new reality,
strike you down with my own mentality.
This serenity feels like an impossible reach,
trying to figure out the wrongs of it all.
Take as I am in the quiet of the night,
the solitude sets in like a monster with a bite.
You see sin was my number,
kicked me in deep with a slumber.
Redemption was the answer of the eternal soul
Salvation is my only solution, my lost...
just tell me when to stop when.
Give me your desire, Ill give you the passion,
do it up like the latest fashion.
I am beginning again with a new reality,
strike you down with my own mentality.
This serenity feels like an impossible reach,
trying to figure out the wrongs of it all.
Take as I am in the quiet of the night,
the solitude sets in like a monster with a bite.
You see sin was my number,
kicked me in deep with a slumber.
Redemption was the answer of the eternal soul
Salvation is my only solution, my lost...
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Could this be Lust?
You increase my curiousity, in the silence of the darkness around me,
Empty pockets, forgotten words , not sure what to make sense of the irony of my dreams.
perhaps you have become the polar opposite of my reality...we'll see.
The components of my personality have been a blur, mirrored exactly where it landed.
Taking what I build, now its tearing at the seams...
You brought me in, talked me out, got me thinking, but left me stranded.
The depth of my perspective is more than just a gratification of my desire, lust, and passion....its what beyond that, its...
Empty pockets, forgotten words , not sure what to make sense of the irony of my dreams.
perhaps you have become the polar opposite of my reality...we'll see.
The components of my personality have been a blur, mirrored exactly where it landed.
Taking what I build, now its tearing at the seams...
You brought me in, talked me out, got me thinking, but left me stranded.
The depth of my perspective is more than just a gratification of my desire, lust, and passion....its what beyond that, its...
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HIS GAMES
He cries in hope for another player
for the one who opposes, would she dare?
The game play would be insufficient as my predication.
Shame, to this day between us there is so much friction.
Time can only tell the answer.
He let loose, pulled back in anger.
letters,words,whispers,smiles.
seems far away, gone for miles.
His energy wasted,
his thoughts misguided,
to lead to believe the lies, the accusations, judgement.
The truth lies in reach, if only he would bother.
The rules to his game,
have always been the...
for the one who opposes, would she dare?
The game play would be insufficient as my predication.
Shame, to this day between us there is so much friction.
Time can only tell the answer.
He let loose, pulled back in anger.
letters,words,whispers,smiles.
seems far away, gone for miles.
His energy wasted,
his thoughts misguided,
to lead to believe the lies, the accusations, judgement.
The truth lies in reach, if only he would bother.
The rules to his game,
have always been the...
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The Evolution of the Subconscious
Well, this piece is a spoken word that I am starting off with:
The Evolution of the Subconscious
Darwin concluded that we are an evolutionary concept
but reading the word, I find that to be complete nonsense.
In fact, on the contrary we are the biological plan to a spiritual contract.
And while this generation has no value of their true impact,
I'm just in rebellion, a renegade against the cultural abstract.
I mean really, when did we lose the capacity for the basics?
And I'm not talking just about...
The Evolution of the Subconscious
Darwin concluded that we are an evolutionary concept
but reading the word, I find that to be complete nonsense.
In fact, on the contrary we are the biological plan to a spiritual contract.
And while this generation has no value of their true impact,
I'm just in rebellion, a renegade against the cultural abstract.
I mean really, when did we lose the capacity for the basics?
And I'm not talking just about...
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