Submissions by ThroughTheVeil
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 1:34am
1st Sep 2017 1:34am
The Mask Of Immortality Breaks
I saw him once,
a figure there.
Standing still and watching me,
if only I'd known his plan for me.
But now we are here,
my death and me.
I knew he was there,
but not once did I think for me.
Slowly I sob,
as my last breath leaves me.
a figure there.
Standing still and watching me,
if only I'd known his plan for me.
But now we are here,
my death and me.
I knew he was there,
but not once did I think for me.
Slowly I sob,
as my last breath leaves me.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 8:44pm
24th Aug 2017 8:44pm
Train of Thought
A constant forward motion
in my head so much commotion
to stop would kill my chances
hurriedly my train advances.
Trying to lay down the tracks
twisting turning to avoid attacks
the train carries just one
trying to control the countless spun
spread to thin
among all of them.
Outside the window we see a wall
I rush to the front trying to stall
I reach the break
but I hesitate,
choo choo
I'm finished, phew.
in my head so much commotion
to stop would kill my chances
hurriedly my train advances.
Trying to lay down the tracks
twisting turning to avoid attacks
the train carries just one
trying to control the countless spun
spread to thin
among all of them.
Outside the window we see a wall
I rush to the front trying to stall
I reach the break
but I hesitate,
choo choo
I'm finished, phew.
407 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 8:32pm
24th Aug 2017 8:32pm
The Ugly Peacock
Once lit vibrantly in the day
now my colors fall away.
Freezing wind tears at my skin,
embarrassed in front of all the hens.
Circling eyes of green and blue,
I'm left alone without a hue.
Never to be truly free,
hiding way inside of a tree,
hoping they will never find
the one among them that has fallen blind.
now my colors fall away.
Freezing wind tears at my skin,
embarrassed in front of all the hens.
Circling eyes of green and blue,
I'm left alone without a hue.
Never to be truly free,
hiding way inside of a tree,
hoping they will never find
the one among them that has fallen blind.
470 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2017 4:46am
20th Aug 2017 4:46am
There's a Big Yellow Ball in the Middle of My Room
There's a big yellow ball in the middle of my room.
It's quite a strange sight I'd say if I were you.
Highlighted from the black walls it's set far apart,
from the rest of the room decorated so dark.
It may look like a sun representing hope.
It may be happiness fighting off the gloom.
So what does this bright yellow ball represent?
The kind author shall let you in on a secret.
...
That's it, that's all it is.
What you expected some groundbreaking answer?
Poets see the world in symbols throughout.
Don't get defensive, this was all in...
It's quite a strange sight I'd say if I were you.
Highlighted from the black walls it's set far apart,
from the rest of the room decorated so dark.
It may look like a sun representing hope.
It may be happiness fighting off the gloom.
So what does this bright yellow ball represent?
The kind author shall let you in on a secret.
...
That's it, that's all it is.
What you expected some groundbreaking answer?
Poets see the world in symbols throughout.
Don't get defensive, this was all in...
439 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2017 2:20am
19th Aug 2017 2:20am
Old Man in the Chair
That old man in the chair
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
551 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2017 2:13am
19th Aug 2017 2:13am
Ode, To Writer's Block
Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
something that was left behind.
I'm drawing a blank
and begin to tank.
I yearn for the day a pencil was a key,
that could open the cage and set my thoughts free.
All I see is a blank page, ...
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
something that was left behind.
I'm drawing a blank
and begin to tank.
I yearn for the day a pencil was a key,
that could open the cage and set my thoughts free.
All I see is a blank page, ...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 3:24am
17th Aug 2017 3:24am
Paper Cliffs
A paper cliff, and a crashing wave,
stick figures walking across the page,
nighttime curls,
and the darkness furls,
and in the starlight's shadows,
there grows to be a gallows.
Towards the ledge,
come back from the edge.
Figures turns around,
nearly could have drowned
Erase the line,
go back in time......
stick figures walking across the page,
nighttime curls,
and the darkness furls,
and in the starlight's shadows,
there grows to be a gallows.
Towards the ledge,
come back from the edge.
Figures turns around,
nearly could have drowned
Erase the line,
go back in time......
509 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 3:07am
17th Aug 2017 3:07am
Bubble
I've lived a million lives
and in the echos hear me sing
for so sweet, so strong, so silent,
this is all that I can be.
Revisit and reshape,
relive and then rewrite,
chase the magic of discovery,
try to escape the suffering.
For all I've seen in all my time
has led me back to here,
to a place where pieces shift and change
but on the whole remains the same.
The bubble that we live in,
the horror I've created,
the trap of never ending,
the cycle of the changing,
words I speak...
and in the echos hear me sing
for so sweet, so strong, so silent,
this is all that I can be.
Revisit and reshape,
relive and then rewrite,
chase the magic of discovery,
try to escape the suffering.
For all I've seen in all my time
has led me back to here,
to a place where pieces shift and change
but on the whole remains the same.
The bubble that we live in,
the horror I've created,
the trap of never ending,
the cycle of the changing,
words I speak...
469 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 1:50am
14th Aug 2017 1:50am
I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire
The wild fire burns,
and fills many urns.
It eats up the land,
all the way to the sand.
Looking down from space I see,
all the people try to flee.
Another laser fires,
as the death toll rises higher.
Time for me to go my friend,
this planet is at an end.
The fires will burn and the oceans will boil,
and all the animals will turn to soil.
and fills many urns.
It eats up the land,
all the way to the sand.
Looking down from space I see,
all the people try to flee.
Another laser fires,
as the death toll rises higher.
Time for me to go my friend,
this planet is at an end.
The fires will burn and the oceans will boil,
and all the animals will turn to soil.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 1:40am
14th Aug 2017 1:40am
The Black Bird Sang
The black bird sang in the dead of night
It sang its song for me
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He said its time to leave
The black bird sang in the dead of night
And we flew far away
The black bird sang in the dead of night
And all the bells they ring
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He led me far beyond
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He tempts the with his song
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He sang to the abyss
The black bird sang in the dead of night ...
It sang its song for me
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He said its time to leave
The black bird sang in the dead of night
And we flew far away
The black bird sang in the dead of night
And all the bells they ring
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He led me far beyond
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He tempts the with his song
The black bird sang in the dead of night
He sang to the abyss
The black bird sang in the dead of night ...
482 reads
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