Submissions by Undefined_00
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Perpetual
A blaze of emotions,
A never-ending spree,
A clout of delusions,
yet hardly one can see.
I pray to be forgiven,
but forgotten I maybe,
On the stage of reality,
unseen dances free.
If feelings could have seasons,
What season would it be?
A bloody oozing lesion,
on a warrior's bleached gi!
A never-ending spree,
A clout of delusions,
yet hardly one can see.
I pray to be forgiven,
but forgotten I maybe,
On the stage of reality,
unseen dances free.
If feelings could have seasons,
What season would it be?
A bloody oozing lesion,
on a warrior's bleached gi!
#grief
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Waves
Let the moon light flitter,
Leaving a silvery spread.
Feel the soft sands glitter,
As through we tread.
Let my soul embrace you,
Slipping our senses to be free.
Let me eyes enclose you,
How my sorrow turns to glee…
Are these waves enticing me?
Or am I sinking?
Has the time expired,
Or have I stopped thinking?
In the hour past eternity,
When the ocean has fallen asleep.
This stoic world will evade,
Except the dewy kisses on your feet…
Leaving a silvery spread.
Feel the soft sands glitter,
As through we tread.
Let my soul embrace you,
Slipping our senses to be free.
Let me eyes enclose you,
How my sorrow turns to glee…
Are these waves enticing me?
Or am I sinking?
Has the time expired,
Or have I stopped thinking?
In the hour past eternity,
When the ocean has fallen asleep.
This stoic world will evade,
Except the dewy kisses on your feet…
#passion
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Change in plan
It is not the possibility of reality we grieve,
It is the death of preconceived imaginations.
It is the death of preconceived imaginations.
#grief
232 reads
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Writers
In this city of feelings, we have all become writers with no one left to read.
I have memorized word by word each story I wrote.
I read it to myself in times when I can’t feel.
I have memorized word by word each story I wrote.
I read it to myself in times when I can’t feel.
#loneliness
372 reads
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Roses
When we hurried to bury the flames of our desires,
A few sparks were left un-doused...
They bloomed into roses,
This frigid city has since been high on raging colors and fragrance.
A few sparks were left un-doused...
They bloomed into roses,
This frigid city has since been high on raging colors and fragrance.
#love
415 reads
2 Comments
Unsaid
The mist of past is lifting
Someone wants me to see
There may be a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free
Did I say I past many oceans
Many mountains did I see
Though eyes remained forever closed
Gold and crimson did set free
With paper thin divisions
And passage wide and long
My walk was never lonely
To many planets I felt I belonged
Between the spoken words
And those I left unspoken
Your worth cannot be measured
A reason never forgotten
You filled my cracks without an ask ...
Someone wants me to see
There may be a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free
Did I say I past many oceans
Many mountains did I see
Though eyes remained forever closed
Gold and crimson did set free
With paper thin divisions
And passage wide and long
My walk was never lonely
To many planets I felt I belonged
Between the spoken words
And those I left unspoken
Your worth cannot be measured
A reason never forgotten
You filled my cracks without an ask ...
#TimeHeals
546 reads
6 Comments
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