Submissions by ThorneTheRed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 9:34pm
30th Jul 2012 9:34pm
By the Light of a Shooting Star
Footsteps tread gently across the floor
not fully aware of where they fall
mind fully in other places
yet another glance at the clock
heart skips a beat... it's almost 11
lying with my head outside my living room door
for service....
for clarity...
dial in the number
Hit the little green button
And let myself go...
Raising my head to the sky my eyes catch sight of a shooting star
and almost in reassurance another flies by right beside were the first disappeared
not much to anyone elses...
not fully aware of where they fall
mind fully in other places
yet another glance at the clock
heart skips a beat... it's almost 11
lying with my head outside my living room door
for service....
for clarity...
dial in the number
Hit the little green button
And let myself go...
Raising my head to the sky my eyes catch sight of a shooting star
and almost in reassurance another flies by right beside were the first disappeared
not much to anyone elses...
1059 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 1:11am
2nd Jul 2012 1:11am
epiphany
It happened upon
A yesterdays whim
In my mind it shall never
Leave again
A quest for innocence
Juxtaposed
The ambient thorns
Midst a sightless rose
That should stand and fight
Or run away
Or live to love
Another day
Giving in to fear
This thief of breath
And take the cold
Embrace of death
But even then
I could not see
How fighting, or running
Or dying could be
A road to take
Tween this game of lives
That all shall play
Yet none servive
Forgetting that life
Is in...
A yesterdays whim
In my mind it shall never
Leave again
A quest for innocence
Juxtaposed
The ambient thorns
Midst a sightless rose
That should stand and fight
Or run away
Or live to love
Another day
Giving in to fear
This thief of breath
And take the cold
Embrace of death
But even then
I could not see
How fighting, or running
Or dying could be
A road to take
Tween this game of lives
That all shall play
Yet none servive
Forgetting that life
Is in...
1027 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2012 11:15pm
16th May 2012 11:15pm
Deadly Lovers (collab with Kourtnissixxx)
The warm embrace of death
Was the needle to my veins
Until I felt your soul
It was the only thing remaining
In a heart in love with dying
Punished victim of the cold
I put the blade up to your neck...
Your answering smile
Had me sold
I nip the lips of a lovers scorned denial
savoring every drop of sweet venom beneath your fangs
moaning under the caress of a lithe sleek blade
while lavishing inside the secrets of our...
Was the needle to my veins
Until I felt your soul
It was the only thing remaining
In a heart in love with dying
Punished victim of the cold
I put the blade up to your neck...
Your answering smile
Had me sold
I nip the lips of a lovers scorned denial
savoring every drop of sweet venom beneath your fangs
moaning under the caress of a lithe sleek blade
while lavishing inside the secrets of our...
1326 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 10:12pm
19th Mar 2012 10:12pm
the blood of mary (for the nursery rhymes contest)
mary had a small secret
loosely knit
could she keep it
mary had a small secret
she wanted none to know
everywhere that mary went
discontent
slow descent
everywhere that mary went
her secret brought her low
he followed her from school one day
just to play
bird of prey
he followed her from school one day
the rest is hers to show
he made the child scream and cry
want to die
asking why
he made the child scream and cry
and never let her go
for five years this continued on ...
loosely knit
could she keep it
mary had a small secret
she wanted none to know
everywhere that mary went
discontent
slow descent
everywhere that mary went
her secret brought her low
he followed her from school one day
just to play
bird of prey
he followed her from school one day
the rest is hers to show
he made the child scream and cry
want to die
asking why
he made the child scream and cry
and never let her go
for five years this continued on ...
1473 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 10:07pm
12th Mar 2012 10:07pm
Who am i?
a question
seeking self made
prophecy
from an
oracle
lacking
second sight
a window to look out in deep thought...
then
run crying from what you see
ive fought my battles. won my wars. and found the strength in weakness
the strongest warrior is he who can throw down his sword...
but
as much
as i
have found
so much
more
have
i
lost
an intake of breath
as i step
into the
frost
and ice
where i
once knew
warmth
to be
ive looked...
seeking self made
prophecy
from an
oracle
lacking
second sight
a window to look out in deep thought...
then
run crying from what you see
ive fought my battles. won my wars. and found the strength in weakness
the strongest warrior is he who can throw down his sword...
but
as much
as i
have found
so much
more
have
i
lost
an intake of breath
as i step
into the
frost
and ice
where i
once knew
warmth
to be
ive looked...
913 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 9:52pm
12th Mar 2012 9:52pm
This pen
I'm tired of writing, never living
And seeing through eyes so paper thin
I'm tired of writing, never caring
Keeping all the good stuff in
I'm tired of writing, never caring
or feeling a smile caress my face
I'm tired of writing, unforgiving
hating myself in this fall from grace
I'm tired of writing, never loving
wanting the best for all but me
I'm tired of writing, never dying
because in the end i just might see
That i was all these things
but in my mind
This pen left everything
behind
And seeing through eyes so paper thin
I'm tired of writing, never caring
Keeping all the good stuff in
I'm tired of writing, never caring
or feeling a smile caress my face
I'm tired of writing, unforgiving
hating myself in this fall from grace
I'm tired of writing, never loving
wanting the best for all but me
I'm tired of writing, never dying
because in the end i just might see
That i was all these things
but in my mind
This pen left everything
behind
939 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 4:58pm
4th Feb 2012 4:58pm
Lets see what happens
on this
endless stage
to this
lifeless age
what is seen
in darkness
when all lights
burn dim
to reckless
abandon
did i have
a hand in
the rape
and pillage
of this world
so grim
the wind whispers history
on wings of decay
consumed in the acrid fumes
the smoke of industry
and the cry is heard
of the blood of nature
spilled in the wreckage
of where its home should be
the steps taken to
leave reality behind
have left poisonous...
endless stage
to this
lifeless age
what is seen
in darkness
when all lights
burn dim
to reckless
abandon
did i have
a hand in
the rape
and pillage
of this world
so grim
the wind whispers history
on wings of decay
consumed in the acrid fumes
the smoke of industry
and the cry is heard
of the blood of nature
spilled in the wreckage
of where its home should be
the steps taken to
leave reality behind
have left poisonous...
891 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 4:47pm
4th Feb 2012 4:47pm
Words
Hold on,
where has it gone
Am I to soft
to become strong
Can what's left
of innocence conceive
A world which isn't
to dead to believe in
Or am I to dead to believe...
Should I Take hold of
what's left of forever
Never let it go
Can I Take
pride in existence
And do more
than survive
Words
nothing
but belief
So what the hell
am I saying anyway
All the negative
takes hold
Am I Creative
only when
clutched in the
icy grasp of
despair
...
where has it gone
Am I to soft
to become strong
Can what's left
of innocence conceive
A world which isn't
to dead to believe in
Or am I to dead to believe...
Should I Take hold of
what's left of forever
Never let it go
Can I Take
pride in existence
And do more
than survive
Words
nothing
but belief
So what the hell
am I saying anyway
All the negative
takes hold
Am I Creative
only when
clutched in the
icy grasp of
despair
...
1026 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2012 4:10am
28th Jan 2012 4:10am
withen
the most
treacherous of words
no one
can truly see
this
infectious disease
withen
Words
mean nothing more
then to set aflame
A sacred fire
Within
Of blood and wires
a funeral pyre
and if you can be
it shall set you free
withen
Come in
I may let you
or break you apart
and rip out your heart
Or
Sink my teeth
in
But
When
can I
escape
My
Within
If my hands are red
from...
treacherous of words
no one
can truly see
this
infectious disease
withen
Words
mean nothing more
then to set aflame
A sacred fire
Within
Of blood and wires
a funeral pyre
and if you can be
it shall set you free
withen
Come in
I may let you
or break you apart
and rip out your heart
Or
Sink my teeth
in
But
When
can I
escape
My
Within
If my hands are red
from...
912 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2012 4:08am
28th Jan 2012 4:08am
for shyann
everyday is
exactly the same
bright sun shining
but i beg for the rain
the words to say
cannot come to mind
so i will settle
for the few i can find
the sanity may come
another day
untill then i give in
to this waisting away
the cigarettes smoke
brings thoughts to my head
are you proud of what u made ma?
did u want a boy instead...
as i take another drag
the same feeling rings true
are you happy with ur work
"exhales slowly"
im jus a little more like...
exactly the same
bright sun shining
but i beg for the rain
the words to say
cannot come to mind
so i will settle
for the few i can find
the sanity may come
another day
untill then i give in
to this waisting away
the cigarettes smoke
brings thoughts to my head
are you proud of what u made ma?
did u want a boy instead...
as i take another drag
the same feeling rings true
are you happy with ur work
"exhales slowly"
im jus a little more like...
957 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2012 6:58am
23rd Jan 2012 6:58am
forever more
a listless banter
teasing
brings a smile
to your
face
with a mocking
beg of pardon
for my
fanticised
disgrace
allowing
your
illusion
of a seldom sought
control
insure obedience
after
the chatter
takes its
toll
honied words
of reasurance
is my
razor
to your
chest
mock words
of want
and needing
draw it cross
ur supple
breast
and as i lick
your nectar
from you
alabaster
skin
and kiss your
trembling lips...
teasing
brings a smile
to your
face
with a mocking
beg of pardon
for my
fanticised
disgrace
allowing
your
illusion
of a seldom sought
control
insure obedience
after
the chatter
takes its
toll
honied words
of reasurance
is my
razor
to your
chest
mock words
of want
and needing
draw it cross
ur supple
breast
and as i lick
your nectar
from you
alabaster
skin
and kiss your
trembling lips...
957 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2012 7:03pm
20th Jan 2012 7:03pm
if you stare to long into the abyss
..love, ignorane...complete fucking bliss..
head filled with nothing but the
touch of you on my skin...
something do dark its got me writing love songs.
embrasing passion with careless ease, trying to find love in everyone else...because it damn sure dosent sit well with me
...let me nowhere else but inside you...
creatures of love! desist!...your lives are bound to be short ones, branded with the fire of pain....
rip away my heart and fill it with ice to cool the inferno inside, serenade an existance, make it something beautiful, acceptible,...
head filled with nothing but the
touch of you on my skin...
something do dark its got me writing love songs.
embrasing passion with careless ease, trying to find love in everyone else...because it damn sure dosent sit well with me
...let me nowhere else but inside you...
creatures of love! desist!...your lives are bound to be short ones, branded with the fire of pain....
rip away my heart and fill it with ice to cool the inferno inside, serenade an existance, make it something beautiful, acceptible,...
894 reads
3 Comments
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