Submissions by Sound
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
To write is to express. To express is to live. In living, one either makes noise or remains silent, but silence is also a sound.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 9:17pm
21st Dec 2017 9:17pm
To Be a Ghost
A ghost
To be a ghost
That’s what I’ve always wanted
Invisible
To the eye
With only ephemeral moments of presence
Feared
Yet respected
By those knowing of my existence
Able
To project
My will upon my dominion
But a phantom
Is confined
To the place that which it haunts
Not free of
But imprisoned by
The moments and places from life
Death
Cannot take
All memory from the mortal coil
Perhaps
To be a ghost
Is not all it’s cracked up to be
To be a ghost
That’s what I’ve always wanted
Invisible
To the eye
With only ephemeral moments of presence
Feared
Yet respected
By those knowing of my existence
Able
To project
My will upon my dominion
But a phantom
Is confined
To the place that which it haunts
Not free of
But imprisoned by
The moments and places from life
Death
Cannot take
All memory from the mortal coil
Perhaps
To be a ghost
Is not all it’s cracked up to be
#ghosts
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 00:34am
21st Dec 2017 00:34am
Empty
Cold
Biting cold
Flowing through you as you stand at the precipice of the void
Staring down at that black hole of energy
Where motivation, dreams and life go to die
As you freeze, you’re left yearning, grasping for
Warmth
Phantom warmth
Can you even remember that sensation?
The mere concept is fading, seems so far away
You clutch that abstract concept, given form as it’s dragged towards the void
You seek substance, it should have it, yet you find that it’s only
Hollow
Oh, so hollow
You try to let go of it,...
Biting cold
Flowing through you as you stand at the precipice of the void
Staring down at that black hole of energy
Where motivation, dreams and life go to die
As you freeze, you’re left yearning, grasping for
Warmth
Phantom warmth
Can you even remember that sensation?
The mere concept is fading, seems so far away
You clutch that abstract concept, given form as it’s dragged towards the void
You seek substance, it should have it, yet you find that it’s only
Hollow
Oh, so hollow
You try to let go of it,...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2017 10:53am
20th Dec 2017 10:53am
Parts
Who are you?
Who am I?
You asked me that? Why?
It almost makes me want to cry
You know who I am
You would give me such a slam?
This must be a sham
No, who are you?
I haven’t a clue
You seem to have come from out of the blue
I don’t want to be predatory
But this is my territory
Not your own personal dormitory
Well, excuse me for encroaching
And for on your land poaching
But I saw no harm in approaching
For you see I’m here
Because this situation’s quite queer
I thought I’d be given a...
Who am I?
You asked me that? Why?
It almost makes me want to cry
You know who I am
You would give me such a slam?
This must be a sham
No, who are you?
I haven’t a clue
You seem to have come from out of the blue
I don’t want to be predatory
But this is my territory
Not your own personal dormitory
Well, excuse me for encroaching
And for on your land poaching
But I saw no harm in approaching
For you see I’m here
Because this situation’s quite queer
I thought I’d be given a...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2017 00:19am
20th Dec 2017 00:19am
Reality
Can you keep up this masquerade?
Why don’t you give up this big charade?
You can only dig so deep with that overused spade
Until the difference between what’s real and what’s not begins to fade
Is it really worth it, this big façade?
Don’t you think that it’s rather odd
That this pitiful act would be necessary, if there truly is a God?
But, for such an entertaining show as this, I can give you nothing but laud.
How is it that you can trick reality
With such synthetic congeniality?
It brings me to swiftly question your depraved,...
Why don’t you give up this big charade?
You can only dig so deep with that overused spade
Until the difference between what’s real and what’s not begins to fade
Is it really worth it, this big façade?
Don’t you think that it’s rather odd
That this pitiful act would be necessary, if there truly is a God?
But, for such an entertaining show as this, I can give you nothing but laud.
How is it that you can trick reality
With such synthetic congeniality?
It brings me to swiftly question your depraved,...
#God
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2017 1:14am
19th Dec 2017 1:14am
Heart
What is this heart
That compels us to do
Things no one ever asked us to?
And why does it ache
When someone you love
Flies away, as if they were a dove?
Where is this heart?
If I opened up my chest, would it be there?
Or is it something that has no particular lair?
Does this heart lie
Not in a place
But with a specific body or face?
How does this heart work?
Is it simply the pumping of blood?
And why is it so often prone to a flash flood?
Those who can’t see it probably live under the...
That compels us to do
Things no one ever asked us to?
And why does it ache
When someone you love
Flies away, as if they were a dove?
Where is this heart?
If I opened up my chest, would it be there?
Or is it something that has no particular lair?
Does this heart lie
Not in a place
But with a specific body or face?
How does this heart work?
Is it simply the pumping of blood?
And why is it so often prone to a flash flood?
Those who can’t see it probably live under the...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#despair
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2017 5:42pm
18th Dec 2017 5:42pm
Dreams
Who is the cruelest being of all?
You may pick only one
I wager one might think of Attila the Hun
And, at any rate
It would be impossible not to discuss Blackbeard the pirate
But if you’d like
You could probably convince me that it was Hitler and his Reich
And you wouldn’t be insane
If you were to say it had been Saddam Hussein
I hope, however, that you wouldn’t find it a massive leap
To claim that the cruelest being of all is none other than Sleep.
Sleep, a cruel and unfeeling mistress?
She who cures all, with her soothing...
You may pick only one
I wager one might think of Attila the Hun
And, at any rate
It would be impossible not to discuss Blackbeard the pirate
But if you’d like
You could probably convince me that it was Hitler and his Reich
And you wouldn’t be insane
If you were to say it had been Saddam Hussein
I hope, however, that you wouldn’t find it a massive leap
To claim that the cruelest being of all is none other than Sleep.
Sleep, a cruel and unfeeling mistress?
She who cures all, with her soothing...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2017 9:45am
18th Dec 2017 9:45am
Gravity
Can I handle this situation?
The tension I'm feeling is such a strange sensation
All eyes are on me, screaming for affirmation
I'm being crushed by the gravity.
There's no room for levity
No time to think for any longevity
I'll have to make a choice with brevity
Under this oppressive gravity.
Why am I, of all people, in the spotlight?
What reason do they have to indict
An anxious, wary man like me. What a slight!
Ah! This overwhelming gravity!
Should my answer be wise and full of logic?
Should it stem from...
The tension I'm feeling is such a strange sensation
All eyes are on me, screaming for affirmation
I'm being crushed by the gravity.
There's no room for levity
No time to think for any longevity
I'll have to make a choice with brevity
Under this oppressive gravity.
Why am I, of all people, in the spotlight?
What reason do they have to indict
An anxious, wary man like me. What a slight!
Ah! This overwhelming gravity!
Should my answer be wise and full of logic?
Should it stem from...
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2017 9:58pm
17th Dec 2017 9:58pm
Message for Madmen
A poet?
A poet?
A crazy man, that’s who’s a poet
He writes down his dreams
Until all of the seams
Jump! Right out of his skull
I know it
You know it
We all know that he’s but a misfit
Who opens his heart
So his feelings impart
Upon those that he hopes feel the same
For what purpose?
What purpose?
Why does he put on this circus?
And acts like a clown
With a taciturn frown
Drowning in an ocean of sentiment
Attention?
For attention?
Why no, it’s to craft an invention
One...
A poet?
A crazy man, that’s who’s a poet
He writes down his dreams
Until all of the seams
Jump! Right out of his skull
I know it
You know it
We all know that he’s but a misfit
Who opens his heart
So his feelings impart
Upon those that he hopes feel the same
For what purpose?
What purpose?
Why does he put on this circus?
And acts like a clown
With a taciturn frown
Drowning in an ocean of sentiment
Attention?
For attention?
Why no, it’s to craft an invention
One...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2017 9:52pm
17th Dec 2017 9:52pm
The Summit
Is it not every man’s dream to be at the top?
To be remembered as nothing less than the cream of the crop?
Well currently, there sits a man on that much sought after summit
And although it is blasphemous to think he’d ever fall from it
I can’t help but dream to take his crown from him
But, I admit, while my chances aren't none, they’re quite slim
Nevertheless, I will attempt with all my might
Whilst channeling all of my anger and spite
To force our hallowed king down from his seat
And attain nothing less than sweet victory, make him know the bitter...
To be remembered as nothing less than the cream of the crop?
Well currently, there sits a man on that much sought after summit
And although it is blasphemous to think he’d ever fall from it
I can’t help but dream to take his crown from him
But, I admit, while my chances aren't none, they’re quite slim
Nevertheless, I will attempt with all my might
Whilst channeling all of my anger and spite
To force our hallowed king down from his seat
And attain nothing less than sweet victory, make him know the bitter...
#regret
#dark
#dreams
#shadows
#disappointment
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