Submissions by Sterling7147 (__)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2013 5:12am
27th Jul 2013 5:12am
Be there Soon
Constrained,
forcibly tamed in a web of responsibility.
Losing the ability to breathe,
to live and thrive freely.
Believe me when I say I will never run away,
but sometimes I feel caved, afraid to spread
my wings abroad and try to fly.
There is a huge possibility I will flounder,
founder and need help, it is inevitable.
In fact, it's ever probably
that I will come back, tail betwixt my legs,
needing a fix in life, where I have screwed up.
But with luck
and perseverance,
I know I could fly
so strongly and so high,...
forcibly tamed in a web of responsibility.
Losing the ability to breathe,
to live and thrive freely.
Believe me when I say I will never run away,
but sometimes I feel caved, afraid to spread
my wings abroad and try to fly.
There is a huge possibility I will flounder,
founder and need help, it is inevitable.
In fact, it's ever probably
that I will come back, tail betwixt my legs,
needing a fix in life, where I have screwed up.
But with luck
and perseverance,
I know I could fly
so strongly and so high,...
672 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 00:21am
26th Jul 2013 00:21am
12-10-2010
There was a girl who
shone brighter than most.
She was a host
for all the laughter and happiness in the world.
If there was an embodiment of an angel,
it was she.
She picked a friend up
in her bandwagon of heartfelt love,
and she was solid like a rock, rising above
and beyond the duty of friendship
time and time again.
She was the land that saved a drowning soul.
I was that friend she saved.
As she got older she developed a secret,
of the deepest nature.
She confided in her friend,
told her how it was...
shone brighter than most.
She was a host
for all the laughter and happiness in the world.
If there was an embodiment of an angel,
it was she.
She picked a friend up
in her bandwagon of heartfelt love,
and she was solid like a rock, rising above
and beyond the duty of friendship
time and time again.
She was the land that saved a drowning soul.
I was that friend she saved.
As she got older she developed a secret,
of the deepest nature.
She confided in her friend,
told her how it was...
755 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 00:05am
26th Jul 2013 00:05am
Stuck in the Middle
*Entered in the Racist competition**
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you...
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you...
776 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 1:57pm
25th Jul 2013 1:57pm
Symphony
Belt Snapping
Heart Stopping
Blood Vessels popping,
this is the symphony I live for.
The music to my body and soul
that I could dance with forever.
Orchestrated with the tender hands
of an ingenuous mind,
finding all kinds
of ways to inflict pain and pleasure
in a beautiful harmony.
Hair pulling
Tears falling
Heart throbbing,
this is the poison I have picked.
The deep lust that has tricked
my body into yearning for such
wild fantasies, such strange wants.
The way my...
Heart Stopping
Blood Vessels popping,
this is the symphony I live for.
The music to my body and soul
that I could dance with forever.
Orchestrated with the tender hands
of an ingenuous mind,
finding all kinds
of ways to inflict pain and pleasure
in a beautiful harmony.
Hair pulling
Tears falling
Heart throbbing,
this is the poison I have picked.
The deep lust that has tricked
my body into yearning for such
wild fantasies, such strange wants.
The way my...
842 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 1:51pm
25th Jul 2013 1:51pm
Let Go
I can't trust you,
I can’t seem to trust anyone.
They all have a gun holstered at the small of their backs,
ready for a quick draw attack.
But they don't walk the three steps like I do,
they cheat the game and go ahead and shoot,
me unaware and they don't care.
Unfair
is the name of their game,
bringers of pain.
Does no one out there still exist
that believes that when you say something,
anything,
mean it.
Believe it, breathe only the truth,
what's the use of language if it is used for deceit?
My cynical view on...
I can’t seem to trust anyone.
They all have a gun holstered at the small of their backs,
ready for a quick draw attack.
But they don't walk the three steps like I do,
they cheat the game and go ahead and shoot,
me unaware and they don't care.
Unfair
is the name of their game,
bringers of pain.
Does no one out there still exist
that believes that when you say something,
anything,
mean it.
Believe it, breathe only the truth,
what's the use of language if it is used for deceit?
My cynical view on...
934 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 2:43am
23rd Jul 2013 2:43am
What am I
I am what gives you beauty,
I am what gives you light to your day,
and dark to your night.
I am what without you would never know the sun's rise
or the night skies
twinkling alight with the stars from afar.
I am a window to your soul,
your whole being laid bare through me.
I am what gives you away in moments of sadness,
gladness, fear, anger.
I am dangerous, seductive,
I can reveal all your sensuous thoughts,
all the passion you are wrought with
spills forth from me.
You can shut me, you can close ...
I am what gives you light to your day,
and dark to your night.
I am what without you would never know the sun's rise
or the night skies
twinkling alight with the stars from afar.
I am a window to your soul,
your whole being laid bare through me.
I am what gives you away in moments of sadness,
gladness, fear, anger.
I am dangerous, seductive,
I can reveal all your sensuous thoughts,
all the passion you are wrought with
spills forth from me.
You can shut me, you can close ...
630 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 2:49pm
21st Jul 2013 2:49pm
Disconnected Thoughts of a Tired Morning Mind
*morning ramble**
Sometimes I feel a little desperate,
a little pathetic in nature
when I follow the ebb and flow of my nightly thoughts.
It costs me sleep, this loneliness,
this emptiness that at some points I want to fill,
and others I revel in.
Sometimes I will run my fingers down the body
of my violin,
get lost in the
treble notes.
It is peaceful to me, pleasing,
unceasingly so.
But once I lay down my bow, and the song ends,
back to anxious mind racing again.
I think I feel stagnant, caged,
enraged...
Sometimes I feel a little desperate,
a little pathetic in nature
when I follow the ebb and flow of my nightly thoughts.
It costs me sleep, this loneliness,
this emptiness that at some points I want to fill,
and others I revel in.
Sometimes I will run my fingers down the body
of my violin,
get lost in the
treble notes.
It is peaceful to me, pleasing,
unceasingly so.
But once I lay down my bow, and the song ends,
back to anxious mind racing again.
I think I feel stagnant, caged,
enraged...
690 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 2:33pm
21st Jul 2013 2:33pm
Reflection
My brow furrows in thought quite often,
I know I will probably have a million wrinkles
sprinkled there in my older years.
In anger, its calm as the skies before a storm,
my face goes blank,
as I try to think of a million ways
to stray from the tempest fire
waiting for the first opportunity to blow.
My eyes are not extraordinary,
plain brown, not excessively expressive.
But they are intuitive, they see so clearly,
nearly every detail, ever nuance
of what I am peering at is caught,
locked in my sights.
They tear up easily,...
I know I will probably have a million wrinkles
sprinkled there in my older years.
In anger, its calm as the skies before a storm,
my face goes blank,
as I try to think of a million ways
to stray from the tempest fire
waiting for the first opportunity to blow.
My eyes are not extraordinary,
plain brown, not excessively expressive.
But they are intuitive, they see so clearly,
nearly every detail, ever nuance
of what I am peering at is caught,
locked in my sights.
They tear up easily,...
669 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 2:38am
21st Jul 2013 2:38am
Clearer
*Entered in the Starring Role competition**
I think I need to be free
of you.
Of the hurt you inflict
when you hit me.
I am a strong girl, I always have been,
but I can't keep going to class
with these bruises.
You ride me hard, then put me away wet,
figuratively.
You don't care. You don't even seem to see it,
the dimming of the fire
lit in my eyes.
I try not to cry
in front of you,
because I know you hate it.
Loathe any weakness,
meekness is your preference.
I'm a little...
I think I need to be free
of you.
Of the hurt you inflict
when you hit me.
I am a strong girl, I always have been,
but I can't keep going to class
with these bruises.
You ride me hard, then put me away wet,
figuratively.
You don't care. You don't even seem to see it,
the dimming of the fire
lit in my eyes.
I try not to cry
in front of you,
because I know you hate it.
Loathe any weakness,
meekness is your preference.
I'm a little...
711 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 2:21am
21st Jul 2013 2:21am
Old Oak
Oops! (chagrined smile) I accidently marked this as extreme content...but its not :P enjoy!
Deep in the forest I used to run in all the time,
at the very heart stood the most magnificent oak.
It's bows of leaves stretched on forever,
it's leaves seemingly overseeing the whole world.
It was assuredly the oldest tree in the forest,
but in its age,
its magnificence only had multiplied,
intensified.
I used to cuddle up at the base,
covering my face in its side,
hiding from the world.
I was small then,
hated being home ...
Deep in the forest I used to run in all the time,
at the very heart stood the most magnificent oak.
It's bows of leaves stretched on forever,
it's leaves seemingly overseeing the whole world.
It was assuredly the oldest tree in the forest,
but in its age,
its magnificence only had multiplied,
intensified.
I used to cuddle up at the base,
covering my face in its side,
hiding from the world.
I was small then,
hated being home ...
950 reads
8 Comments
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