Submissions by Trendon56
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2016 4:22pm
6th Apr 2016 4:22pm
Who set the cornerstone?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 10:04am
24th Jan 2015 10:04am
How many more hours?
How many more hours till, we gon get there yeah I'll get there.
How many more hours till we, gon to get there yeah I'll get there.
Swing low Sweet Chariot swing low, swing low Chariot carry me home.
Swing low Sweet Chariot swing low, Swing low Chariot carry me home.
Worn hands and broken backs all I know, no rest no sleep cows come home. Worn hand and broken backs all I know no rest no sleep cows come home
How many more hours?
How many more hours till we, gon to get there yeah I'll get there.
Swing low Sweet Chariot swing low, swing low Chariot carry me home.
Swing low Sweet Chariot swing low, Swing low Chariot carry me home.
Worn hands and broken backs all I know, no rest no sleep cows come home. Worn hand and broken backs all I know no rest no sleep cows come home
How many more hours?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2014 10:00am
18th Nov 2014 10:00am
Artifact
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 6:02pm
8th Mar 2012 6:02pm
spirit man
Light beams strip the sense of being alone away and as the
darkness fades it gives way to the truth that was I
or at least what i used to be
a spirit man who was the epitome of freedom, his
wings like eagles swayed and birthed destruction at the the whine of a thought.
to young to care
to blunt to know
wasnt until the dream of what was real became reality
like an apple on a tree the gravity pulled me down
down to earth to become the seed of man
born to a single mother making my world fatherless seemingly damned
the birth right of the...
darkness fades it gives way to the truth that was I
or at least what i used to be
a spirit man who was the epitome of freedom, his
wings like eagles swayed and birthed destruction at the the whine of a thought.
to young to care
to blunt to know
wasnt until the dream of what was real became reality
like an apple on a tree the gravity pulled me down
down to earth to become the seed of man
born to a single mother making my world fatherless seemingly damned
the birth right of the...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 5:21pm
8th Mar 2012 5:21pm
full of empty
The colors of fall fell from his eyes in disappointment, drops of fire. Burning flames that sat in the pit of his stomache and burned through his chest, coarsed through his veins. His soul now flowed out through his finger tips escaping his body all together. Life was not real, the sky no longer blue, there was no grass on the other side to even appear greener. He found happieness at the bottom of a bottle, and love from smoke sitting in his lungs to weigh him down. Without this love he would disappear, float off into the unknown. He was no longer real, and his cries became laughs, jokes...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2011 8:27am
23rd Jul 2011 8:27am
where does it go when it goes
Every soul comes back to the son
carried on wings like eagles
or spat out like a gun
from dust to dust from dusk to dawn
cant say I'll know when your gone
but leave me be let me breath take back my guilty pleasures
can never see your back, with a kinfe dug deep into the tissues
not to murder only to reveal your deeper self,concret self,isuess
i only found another layer labeled"goodbyes and I'll miss yous"
you didnt have to miss me ya know
couldve just spent the time and took me on the marrygo
but now these marrygolds are left in...
carried on wings like eagles
or spat out like a gun
from dust to dust from dusk to dawn
cant say I'll know when your gone
but leave me be let me breath take back my guilty pleasures
can never see your back, with a kinfe dug deep into the tissues
not to murder only to reveal your deeper self,concret self,isuess
i only found another layer labeled"goodbyes and I'll miss yous"
you didnt have to miss me ya know
couldve just spent the time and took me on the marrygo
but now these marrygolds are left in...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2011 6:42pm
3rd May 2011 6:42pm
Moses!
Drawn out out of the river I am
Into a life full of gold more gold than sand
Drawn out out of this plush life I lived
I didn't think twice befor I murdered I sinned
Drawn out out of the comfort of the farmers life
I am that I am a burning bush a call to fight
Drawn out out of my deepest fears
set against the phareo with a staff Yawha and a flood of tears
Drawn out is their destiney their fate written in the stars
Drawn out is the pain that had to take place to break the hold of scars
Drawn out out of oppression
releasing the yoke of...
Into a life full of gold more gold than sand
Drawn out out of this plush life I lived
I didn't think twice befor I murdered I sinned
Drawn out out of the comfort of the farmers life
I am that I am a burning bush a call to fight
Drawn out out of my deepest fears
set against the phareo with a staff Yawha and a flood of tears
Drawn out is their destiney their fate written in the stars
Drawn out is the pain that had to take place to break the hold of scars
Drawn out out of oppression
releasing the yoke of...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2011 7:22pm
6th Apr 2011 7:22pm
Addiction
Seemingly tired from the race a pace to fast to keep
and theres no one to relate
weary of faces covered in dirt fathers that wont work a day
to pay todays share of bread
and when the night defys the day we scream lash out for a light
to light the way
only to find a flash light with no batteries kick it slam it throw it curse it up it is insanity.
but we pick it up and try to use it pour our hopes lives and fears but theres really no use to it
still tired of the race the pace still to fast and nobody can relate.
and when the hurt blots out the sun...
and theres no one to relate
weary of faces covered in dirt fathers that wont work a day
to pay todays share of bread
and when the night defys the day we scream lash out for a light
to light the way
only to find a flash light with no batteries kick it slam it throw it curse it up it is insanity.
but we pick it up and try to use it pour our hopes lives and fears but theres really no use to it
still tired of the race the pace still to fast and nobody can relate.
and when the hurt blots out the sun...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 7:43pm
1st Mar 2011 7:43pm
What it means to be a Shadow
Shadows are perfection
no flaws flaw its solid glow
Dark figures follow casted by light
where do they go in the night
Off to sleep maybe
do they dream dreams?
dreams of having a shadow of their own
someone to copy their every moment
a scrib in time to tell their historyof generations past?
How lonly it must be to be a shadow
only second best bottled under a glass cover
no potential for pleasure, aspirations
no love or warmth from a lover
what does it mean to be lost inside yourself
could it be deep thoughts...
no flaws flaw its solid glow
Dark figures follow casted by light
where do they go in the night
Off to sleep maybe
do they dream dreams?
dreams of having a shadow of their own
someone to copy their every moment
a scrib in time to tell their historyof generations past?
How lonly it must be to be a shadow
only second best bottled under a glass cover
no potential for pleasure, aspirations
no love or warmth from a lover
what does it mean to be lost inside yourself
could it be deep thoughts...
954 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 9:06pm
28th Feb 2011 9:06pm
New moon
New moon showing lustthe tongues slicker than a car dearlers
convince you to sell your soul sell your body and give up your children
on tour for life meaning crystal meth for fucking niggas
shit aint right but the frame is nailed can't change the picture
your frame of mind is fucked left me broken lonely
ten years old raising kids you didnt evenknow me
How could you watch me bleed leak the blood i couldnt keep
just a crack baby dying trying to cry him self to sleep
hoped the Lord would pick me early before i ever learned to speak
God...
convince you to sell your soul sell your body and give up your children
on tour for life meaning crystal meth for fucking niggas
shit aint right but the frame is nailed can't change the picture
your frame of mind is fucked left me broken lonely
ten years old raising kids you didnt evenknow me
How could you watch me bleed leak the blood i couldnt keep
just a crack baby dying trying to cry him self to sleep
hoped the Lord would pick me early before i ever learned to speak
God...
1042 reads
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