Submissions by TheFallenAngelist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi and welcome to my little world in which the dead are the living, and the living are the dead....
DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2013 6:26pm
21st May 2013 6:26pm
Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum.
Rise the giants of the dead to dominate this world of the living hell in which a spreading disease known as humanity lives in.
While climbing up from the world of the dead prepare yourselves to kill whilst spreading your wretched purification of the never ending curse of the un-dead.
While climbing up from the world of the dead prepare yourselves to kill whilst spreading your wretched purification of the never ending curse of the un-dead.
1485 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Apr 2013 11:49pm
12th Apr 2013 11:49pm
Diary of the Fallen, Day 1.
The drop by drop is filling the puddle, the puddle of broken dreams.
Each night I fantasize of the killing spree conducted by a group of savages in bloody dreams of animals sacrificed for someones foggy illusions of perfection.
Each night a young maiden is praying on her knees for forgiveness to be cast among the humanity so they shall not parish in the eternal darkness and fire of hell. The screams of the un-dead kept Her lady awake during long, cold and freezing winter nights.
Children screaming 'cause of the terror in front of their eyes. Their families butchered by...
Each night I fantasize of the killing spree conducted by a group of savages in bloody dreams of animals sacrificed for someones foggy illusions of perfection.
Each night a young maiden is praying on her knees for forgiveness to be cast among the humanity so they shall not parish in the eternal darkness and fire of hell. The screams of the un-dead kept Her lady awake during long, cold and freezing winter nights.
Children screaming 'cause of the terror in front of their eyes. Their families butchered by...
699 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 9:28pm
9th Apr 2013 9:28pm
For the guy who won my heart in so many ways...
You've been there for me when I had a crisis with my ex, you've been there for me when him and I broke up.
Whenever I was feeling down you were there to comfort me.
You didn't leave me after I made that stupid mistake and gave me a second chance.
You never forced me into doing anything I didn't want to do.
You never lied to me and you never ignored me.
You've been nothing more than a perfect guy to me.
You've accepted me the way I am, with all of my faults, errors and mistakes.
Not once have you forced me into doing something I don't...
Whenever I was feeling down you were there to comfort me.
You didn't leave me after I made that stupid mistake and gave me a second chance.
You never forced me into doing anything I didn't want to do.
You never lied to me and you never ignored me.
You've been nothing more than a perfect guy to me.
You've accepted me the way I am, with all of my faults, errors and mistakes.
Not once have you forced me into doing something I don't...
634 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 4:23pm
5th Mar 2013 4:23pm
Are we the ones to decide?
765 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 7:38pm
19th Feb 2013 7:38pm
Just a thought...
Isn't life funny?
When we finally think we got it all figured out, something decides to come in front of us and just kick us in the stomach.
It's funny how you think you'll stay with someone forever but, they end up leaving you 'cause they got bored, or tired. Or, an angel with blood in its eyes, black wings and blood stained dress took the person, whom you love, away from you.
It's funny how at the exact moment you're feeling happy something punches you in the stomach and takes away that happiness, which leaves you only with sadness, hatred and sorrow.
When we finally think we got it all figured out, something decides to come in front of us and just kick us in the stomach.
It's funny how you think you'll stay with someone forever but, they end up leaving you 'cause they got bored, or tired. Or, an angel with blood in its eyes, black wings and blood stained dress took the person, whom you love, away from you.
It's funny how at the exact moment you're feeling happy something punches you in the stomach and takes away that happiness, which leaves you only with sadness, hatred and sorrow.
619 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 4:26pm
24th Dec 2012 4:26pm
My Dear World
I look upon
heaven and stars
to find the answers
for the questions
I am yet to ask.
Looking around me
observing the stars,
trying to understand
all the human lies.
‘Cause of their lies
my soul is grifing
causing my heart
to start bleeding
My heart
is crying out
'cause it's being
torn inside out.
'cause of
all the fears
in the children’s tears
who are crying out
hoping humankind
will find mercy
in their hearts
which are slowly
being torn into...
heaven and stars
to find the answers
for the questions
I am yet to ask.
Looking around me
observing the stars,
trying to understand
all the human lies.
‘Cause of their lies
my soul is grifing
causing my heart
to start bleeding
My heart
is crying out
'cause it's being
torn inside out.
'cause of
all the fears
in the children’s tears
who are crying out
hoping humankind
will find mercy
in their hearts
which are slowly
being torn into...
700 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 10:25am
3rd Jul 2012 10:25am
a Samurai
Covered in blood he lays on the ground,
wind is blowing as the heaven weeps
for his sorrow and loss.
Wind is calling out his name thus
carrying the sent of his blood through
the air to the village where he lived.
In the village, blossoms stopped blooming,
children started screaming,
women raped and men slaughtered.
Everything and everyone were dying,
sent of the blood was carried to the world of the dead,
he sensed it and came back as
the undead in order to slaughter
all those who destroyed his village.
When he was...
wind is blowing as the heaven weeps
for his sorrow and loss.
Wind is calling out his name thus
carrying the sent of his blood through
the air to the village where he lived.
In the village, blossoms stopped blooming,
children started screaming,
women raped and men slaughtered.
Everything and everyone were dying,
sent of the blood was carried to the world of the dead,
he sensed it and came back as
the undead in order to slaughter
all those who destroyed his village.
When he was...
654 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th May 2012 9:17pm
14th May 2012 9:17pm
Hardship of Life
In the war in Bosnia many people died and among them was my mothers mom. Because of her death my mom got very ill,
and she as well had almost died.
Her heart failed and
she was dead for 20 minutes.
She was greatly ill and all the doctors
have given up on her,
and all of the family were getting ready for the final farewell, when my dad came into her life and
turned it over for the better.
He held her hand and told her that
everything is going to be alright.
Her health suddenly started improving,
she started to eat and to,
little by...
and she as well had almost died.
Her heart failed and
she was dead for 20 minutes.
She was greatly ill and all the doctors
have given up on her,
and all of the family were getting ready for the final farewell, when my dad came into her life and
turned it over for the better.
He held her hand and told her that
everything is going to be alright.
Her health suddenly started improving,
she started to eat and to,
little by...
734 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2012 10:53pm
13th May 2012 10:53pm
A poem?
Look there,
upon a hill,
is it a horse?
Is it a man?
Is it a ghost?
Every night I open my eyes,
and go to see the lair,
so I can glare upon this beautiful figure
of a mysterious fair man.
Can my poem just be,
several rhyming words on a piece
of paper, or something more,
that, my dear readers, is up to you
to decide...
upon a hill,
is it a horse?
Is it a man?
Is it a ghost?
Every night I open my eyes,
and go to see the lair,
so I can glare upon this beautiful figure
of a mysterious fair man.
Can my poem just be,
several rhyming words on a piece
of paper, or something more,
that, my dear readers, is up to you
to decide...
613 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2012 7:44pm
8th May 2012 7:44pm
My Lover
Your words are sweet,
your eyes so deep
you make me feel uneasy,
well I think I sound a lil' cheesy,
but your words mean so much to me,
there is no way I can express it
but only to tell you 'HI',
and leave my wonderful angel of mine.
your eyes so deep
you make me feel uneasy,
well I think I sound a lil' cheesy,
but your words mean so much to me,
there is no way I can express it
but only to tell you 'HI',
and leave my wonderful angel of mine.
667 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2012 7:18pm
8th May 2012 7:18pm
Am I only a pawn?
Where had those
special moments
gone to,
where
is my last kiss
which you promised me...
Shall I wait 'till
you come back or am I
just another pawn
in your sick and twisted
little game?
special moments
gone to,
where
is my last kiss
which you promised me...
Shall I wait 'till
you come back or am I
just another pawn
in your sick and twisted
little game?
710 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 11:12am
3rd May 2012 11:12am
Only one
With each tender touch
I'm missing you so much,
another man holding me in
his arms,
but I still miss your kiss
my only one.
I'm missing you so much,
another man holding me in
his arms,
but I still miss your kiss
my only one.
753 reads
3 Comments
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