Submissions by This_is_CHRIS
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2014 10:05pm
17th Sep 2014 10:05pm
Nursery
Walking around,
Nothing that's sad
Smirk on my face
All things are glad
All that is Happy
Nothing that's bad
Going to Christ
No one is sad
All are Happy
None go to Hell
They are living
In it themselves
Go to a funeral
Everything is sad
Nothing is Happy
All besides me
Who is really any thing
But sad
Darkness plagues me
But that is not sad
If everything is Happy
sadness is left,
Left in the wallop
Of all the rain
Only to feel...
Itself.
sadness is left, left to feel all its shrouds...
Nothing that's sad
Smirk on my face
All things are glad
All that is Happy
Nothing that's bad
Going to Christ
No one is sad
All are Happy
None go to Hell
They are living
In it themselves
Go to a funeral
Everything is sad
Nothing is Happy
All besides me
Who is really any thing
But sad
Darkness plagues me
But that is not sad
If everything is Happy
sadness is left,
Left in the wallop
Of all the rain
Only to feel...
Itself.
sadness is left, left to feel all its shrouds...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2014 10:01pm
17th Sep 2014 10:01pm
Violet Sky
My query could go unanswered
Or it could be vice versa,
All is indecisive
In this delusion-full grandeur;
I am a confused person,
But at least I know I'm confused.
Or it could be vice versa,
All is indecisive
In this delusion-full grandeur;
I am a confused person,
But at least I know I'm confused.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 1:40am
16th Sep 2014 1:40am
Their minds are about as closed as this noose
"Look at your horizon,
If you keep walking toward it,
You'll run into the sun"
As I sweep
Through myself
With my buzzed eyes.
My buzzed charisma
Is the facade hiding
My true eyes,
They're pulsing now
And full of red
But my eyelids,
When my eyelids blink
They unveil
My true eyes,
The ones that want
To be sealed.
Because you becloud me,
Because I becloud me,
Because this noose
Is just your mouth
Closing around my neck.
Yes, but it's not just your words,
It's mostly my judgement...
If you keep walking toward it,
You'll run into the sun"
As I sweep
Through myself
With my buzzed eyes.
My buzzed charisma
Is the facade hiding
My true eyes,
They're pulsing now
And full of red
But my eyelids,
When my eyelids blink
They unveil
My true eyes,
The ones that want
To be sealed.
Because you becloud me,
Because I becloud me,
Because this noose
Is just your mouth
Closing around my neck.
Yes, but it's not just your words,
It's mostly my judgement...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 1:36am
16th Sep 2014 1:36am
U.S.H
Speak,
But cut your tongue
To the limit we want.
Believe,
But brace yourself
To become an
Unexpected martyr.
Express,
But your expression
Will soon change
To a lynching
Or suicide.
We are the United States of Hypocrisy,
And you are free here,
Free to follow.
But cut your tongue
To the limit we want.
Believe,
But brace yourself
To become an
Unexpected martyr.
Express,
But your expression
Will soon change
To a lynching
Or suicide.
We are the United States of Hypocrisy,
And you are free here,
Free to follow.
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 4:10pm
14th Sep 2014 4:10pm
I, anomaly
I, anomaly
Synonyms in a sense.
Among a crowd which is dense
They're expendable
For me, enigmatic is dependable.
Empty faces with burning eyes
Lurk this... cocoon
Ashamed? No, I shall not hide
I am not ashamed, but I must think, why?
I could really be the ignominy of you
If not me, I'm not sure who.
I, anomaly
We are two
Holding hands, through and through
We are one
Hinder a part, and we're undone.
Synonyms in a sense.
Among a crowd which is dense
They're expendable
For me, enigmatic is dependable.
Empty faces with burning eyes
Lurk this... cocoon
Ashamed? No, I shall not hide
I am not ashamed, but I must think, why?
I could really be the ignominy of you
If not me, I'm not sure who.
I, anomaly
We are two
Holding hands, through and through
We are one
Hinder a part, and we're undone.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 4:01pm
14th Sep 2014 4:01pm
Finally, resolved
Perhaps,
Perhaps the question
Of heaven and purgatory
Lies shrouded around our sight
And wrought with our being.
Perhaps,
Heaven and purgatory
Coincide on our life
On this soil
On which we stand.
Perhaps,
Its ideas and ideals
Can lie secretly
On our backs
Bare and just out of sight.
Perhaps,
This life we own
Can be our heaven or purgatory.
Perhaps,
This life is made
Into a heaven or purgatory
According to how we mold it.
Perhaps,
We take the life as clay
and, as the...
Perhaps the question
Of heaven and purgatory
Lies shrouded around our sight
And wrought with our being.
Perhaps,
Heaven and purgatory
Coincide on our life
On this soil
On which we stand.
Perhaps,
Its ideas and ideals
Can lie secretly
On our backs
Bare and just out of sight.
Perhaps,
This life we own
Can be our heaven or purgatory.
Perhaps,
This life is made
Into a heaven or purgatory
According to how we mold it.
Perhaps,
We take the life as clay
and, as the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 4:00am
12th Sep 2014 4:00am
Wishing for a chalice
Let's ask
The glass
It's half
Full or empty?
Quite simply,
It doesn't matter
Because with a single clatter
It will topple to the table
Pouring out all of what we feel, and we are able
To see past the fable
Of the distracting conundrum
And see that we are humdrum,
Or crestfallen,
Or slowly crawling
Drawing yourself into a smile
Gnawing yourself into a trial
Falling into denial
Sprawling away from suicidal
Finding yourself asking
Am I masking
The fact that my life is half empty,
And missing...
The glass
It's half
Full or empty?
Quite simply,
It doesn't matter
Because with a single clatter
It will topple to the table
Pouring out all of what we feel, and we are able
To see past the fable
Of the distracting conundrum
And see that we are humdrum,
Or crestfallen,
Or slowly crawling
Drawing yourself into a smile
Gnawing yourself into a trial
Falling into denial
Sprawling away from suicidal
Finding yourself asking
Am I masking
The fact that my life is half empty,
And missing...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 3:51am
12th Sep 2014 3:51am
Take from this
Imagine thusly:
A field
Shaven, but of low grass
Barrenly green
Blades blown about by a force of invisibility.
Rich with sublimity, is it not?
Now, add a few trees, about three.
Place them in a close vicinity together.
The field, but a blank and green canvas
With a small huddle of trees
That cover a small fraction of that canvas.
The trees are magnificent in stature;
Behemoths, that touch the cyan sky
A plethora of life
Their tops are as green as the grass
Their roots spread and entangle each other
These trees are archaic...
A field
Shaven, but of low grass
Barrenly green
Blades blown about by a force of invisibility.
Rich with sublimity, is it not?
Now, add a few trees, about three.
Place them in a close vicinity together.
The field, but a blank and green canvas
With a small huddle of trees
That cover a small fraction of that canvas.
The trees are magnificent in stature;
Behemoths, that touch the cyan sky
A plethora of life
Their tops are as green as the grass
Their roots spread and entangle each other
These trees are archaic...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2014 4:08am
11th Sep 2014 4:08am
Ode to Amity
I ask
You're mute
Please let me accompany you in this task
You refute
I feel, abandoned
And covered by your shadow.
Your heels choke me with dust
Hope helps me to my feet
And takes away my anger and lust
Instead it replaces with sorrow and mistrust.
Must I really plead?
You are, reluctant but nodding
Then I think and start to bleed.
Why?
Is it me?
Am I not spry?
Or full of glee?
I don't understand
I've ample positive qualities
I reach but you pull your hand
Negative is of little...
You're mute
Please let me accompany you in this task
You refute
I feel, abandoned
And covered by your shadow.
Your heels choke me with dust
Hope helps me to my feet
And takes away my anger and lust
Instead it replaces with sorrow and mistrust.
Must I really plead?
You are, reluctant but nodding
Then I think and start to bleed.
Why?
Is it me?
Am I not spry?
Or full of glee?
I don't understand
I've ample positive qualities
I reach but you pull your hand
Negative is of little...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2014 4:05am
11th Sep 2014 4:05am
Reverie
When we dream
We're living
When we're living
We're waiting
To dream again.
Perhaps a pariah
But not marred
Only helixed.
Consent seems to never come
I am told to amend
But I will wait
I will wait to dream again
So that I can live
Instead of dreaming to do so.
The horizon will walk
And she will greet me
But now, patience
For tomorrow is only one dream away.
We're living
When we're living
We're waiting
To dream again.
Perhaps a pariah
But not marred
Only helixed.
Consent seems to never come
I am told to amend
But I will wait
I will wait to dream again
So that I can live
Instead of dreaming to do so.
The horizon will walk
And she will greet me
But now, patience
For tomorrow is only one dream away.
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