Submissions by ThroughTheVeil
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2019 4:08am
24th Jun 2019 4:08am
The Moth and the Firefly
Two lost hearts,
floating through the night.
The moth, flapping aimlessly through the night.
The firefly, blending in with all its kind.
The moth, he's lost without direction.
The firefly, he wants to be unique.
The moth, chasing the stars, constantly out of reach.
The firefly, he strikes out on his own.
The moth, he seems destined to live in the dark.
The firefly, alone, cries out to be seen.
Below the moth, on the earth lighting strikes.
He chases it down,
the lost star in his life.
The firefly hears the flutter of wings ...
floating through the night.
The moth, flapping aimlessly through the night.
The firefly, blending in with all its kind.
The moth, he's lost without direction.
The firefly, he wants to be unique.
The moth, chasing the stars, constantly out of reach.
The firefly, he strikes out on his own.
The moth, he seems destined to live in the dark.
The firefly, alone, cries out to be seen.
Below the moth, on the earth lighting strikes.
He chases it down,
the lost star in his life.
The firefly hears the flutter of wings ...
#love
#gay
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 5:31am
9th Jun 2019 5:31am
Escape
Why do they hate me,
can't they just leave me be?
When will I ever get to be free?
When can I ever truely be me?
I'll enter my cave,
no more need to behave.
Alone at last,
I can take off my mask.
No more need to control my anger,
if I'm alone then nobody's in danger.
Now that I'm finally alone,
I truely feel at home.
can't they just leave me be?
When will I ever get to be free?
When can I ever truely be me?
I'll enter my cave,
no more need to behave.
Alone at last,
I can take off my mask.
No more need to control my anger,
if I'm alone then nobody's in danger.
Now that I'm finally alone,
I truely feel at home.
#anger
#loneliness
#freedom
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 5:30am
9th Jun 2019 5:30am
To Take the Plunge
The ocean sings and swallows me,
enticing me with the gentle lull of the waves.
She sings of peace, of the cold still waters,
she draws me in with the mystery of the beyond.
The hideous beasts that lurk in her depths
they call for me to hold my breath
to join them in the far below,
to leave the shore and float away.
She promises me safer seas beneath,
free from the current and the reach of the waves.
Kicking and fighting to keep my head above water,
my muscles are so tired.
A fruitless effort,
there can...
enticing me with the gentle lull of the waves.
She sings of peace, of the cold still waters,
she draws me in with the mystery of the beyond.
The hideous beasts that lurk in her depths
they call for me to hold my breath
to join them in the far below,
to leave the shore and float away.
She promises me safer seas beneath,
free from the current and the reach of the waves.
Kicking and fighting to keep my head above water,
my muscles are so tired.
A fruitless effort,
there can...
#depression
#death
#suicide
#storm
#water
415 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2019 4:20am
30th May 2019 4:20am
Cloud
I lived on a cloud,
'till I came crashing down.
But I've seen myself fly,
so I'll keep fighting 'till I die.
'till I came crashing down.
But I've seen myself fly,
so I'll keep fighting 'till I die.
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational
#healing
#determination
458 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2019 9:48pm
29th May 2019 9:48pm
I Wonder What You'd Think of Me?
I wonder what you'd think of me.
if you saw the world I see.
Would you stand tall,
or would you fall?
If you had to hear your hate,
would you be here to this date?
What in you time would you think of?
What if you lived my life and couldn't love?
If you had to watch your friends fall,
would you be here at all?
If you'd lost as many friends,
would you not still think of them?
I wonder if you'd sing my song,
I wonder if you'd live this long.
If you knew the secrets I keep,
you'd probably think that I'm weak. ...
if you saw the world I see.
Would you stand tall,
or would you fall?
If you had to hear your hate,
would you be here to this date?
What in you time would you think of?
What if you lived my life and couldn't love?
If you had to watch your friends fall,
would you be here at all?
If you'd lost as many friends,
would you not still think of them?
I wonder if you'd sing my song,
I wonder if you'd live this long.
If you knew the secrets I keep,
you'd probably think that I'm weak. ...
#strength
#secrets
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2019 9:29pm
25th May 2019 9:29pm
FtM
Wow year 16, well this is quite a change,
but then again things never do stay the same.
I'll chop off my hair
and change what I wear.
No more make-up and heels and dresses and purses.
No more need for these things which for me have been curses.
Little girl please step down,
I am here now.
Out of my cage,
now it's time to take stage.
Pink trading for blue,
now my colors shine through.
My name is Leo.
I'm standing here now.
When I look back,
I know Lenore would be proud.
but then again things never do stay the same.
I'll chop off my hair
and change what I wear.
No more make-up and heels and dresses and purses.
No more need for these things which for me have been curses.
Little girl please step down,
I am here now.
Out of my cage,
now it's time to take stage.
Pink trading for blue,
now my colors shine through.
My name is Leo.
I'm standing here now.
When I look back,
I know Lenore would be proud.
#men
#LGBT
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#transgender
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2019 9:29pm
25th May 2019 9:29pm
Red
Red, the color of lust and love.
Or is it the color of death and blood.
Both are things people write of,
but yet together, few to none,
so that's exactly what I've done.
When some think of red,
they think of what their lover said,
they think of what they do in bed.
Some long for the day they too will be wed.
For them this is the color red.
Still others equate red with dead.
They think of pain and sonmeone who bled.
They think of time in their death bed.
Red could be a severed head.
For these too are also red. ...
Or is it the color of death and blood.
Both are things people write of,
but yet together, few to none,
so that's exactly what I've done.
When some think of red,
they think of what their lover said,
they think of what they do in bed.
Some long for the day they too will be wed.
For them this is the color red.
Still others equate red with dead.
They think of pain and sonmeone who bled.
They think of time in their death bed.
Red could be a severed head.
For these too are also red. ...
#love
#hate
#lust
#war
#tragedy
533 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2019 5:20am
25th May 2019 5:20am
Night
When the sun sets on a horrible day,
that's when the dark ones come out to play.
Out there in the darkness,
no one knows our way.
The moon and the stars,
the only trustworthy things,
they acompanny you on your journy,
to be who you want to be.
It's best to keep in the cloak of darkness,
for in the light they will see.
that's when the dark ones come out to play.
Out there in the darkness,
no one knows our way.
The moon and the stars,
the only trustworthy things,
they acompanny you on your journy,
to be who you want to be.
It's best to keep in the cloak of darkness,
for in the light they will see.
#dark
#moon
#sky
#night
#shadows
583 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2019 5:16am
25th May 2019 5:16am
Death
I lay there in the ground,
rotting and decaying.
My spirit travels the Earth,
unable to talk,
unable to be felt.
They stare at me but don't see me,
for I am only a ghost.
rotting and decaying.
My spirit travels the Earth,
unable to talk,
unable to be felt.
They stare at me but don't see me,
for I am only a ghost.
#depression
#death
#ghosts
731 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 4:06am
9th Sep 2017 4:06am
I Hear Nature Singing
I hear Nature singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of brooks, each one singing as it babbles along,
The wind singing as it howls through the valleys or canyons,
The rain singing as it softly patters to the ground or comes down in waves flooding the town,
The forest singing with the creatures within, the animals singing deep in the woods,
The volcanoes singing as they erupt into the sky, the rocks singing as they tumble to the ground,
The field song, the flowers blooming in the morning, or towards the noon sky, or at sundown,
The constant singing of the...
Those of brooks, each one singing as it babbles along,
The wind singing as it howls through the valleys or canyons,
The rain singing as it softly patters to the ground or comes down in waves flooding the town,
The forest singing with the creatures within, the animals singing deep in the woods,
The volcanoes singing as they erupt into the sky, the rocks singing as they tumble to the ground,
The field song, the flowers blooming in the morning, or towards the noon sky, or at sundown,
The constant singing of the...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 4:03am
9th Sep 2017 4:03am
White Rose, Red Rose
A White Rose born into our world,
then into pain she is hurled.
That youthful smile disappears,
because of things that she fears.
The day to day pains that come her way,
in her own life she has no say.
She shrinks back and hides,
from a world so unkind.
Her angels have fleed,
She'll have one last deed.
The voices of us all,
break the fragile China doll.
Thoughts of what could have been,
and crimson red stains ivory skin.
A gravestone for all her woes,
here we lie a lost Red Rose.
then into pain she is hurled.
That youthful smile disappears,
because of things that she fears.
The day to day pains that come her way,
in her own life she has no say.
She shrinks back and hides,
from a world so unkind.
Her angels have fleed,
She'll have one last deed.
The voices of us all,
break the fragile China doll.
Thoughts of what could have been,
and crimson red stains ivory skin.
A gravestone for all her woes,
here we lie a lost Red Rose.
540 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 1:38am
1st Sep 2017 1:38am
When the Clouds Roll In
On this new day the sky is mad
darkness seems to doom all man.
The clouds far up away from this land,
all of life seems to have ran.
Soaring along with the mourning lark,
while all the world is shrouded in dark.
Through the door my spirit flies,
and up unto the Heaven's high.
darkness seems to doom all man.
The clouds far up away from this land,
all of life seems to have ran.
Soaring along with the mourning lark,
while all the world is shrouded in dark.
Through the door my spirit flies,
and up unto the Heaven's high.
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