Submissions by Visiongrant
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2016 4:03am
17th Dec 2016 4:03am
Brain dead
i’m Brain dead
I don’t know who I am
or what you said
Can’t you see I’m Brain dead
stuck in limbo – unearthly creatures are staring at me
floating away – There’s monster in my soul that must be fed
things can’t be what they seem to be
On can’t you see I’m Brain Dead
no longer do I feel anything for you
I can’t remember how it used to be
oh can’t you see – I’m brain dead
there is no use in pretending
that you even care for me
I’m Brain dead
I don’t know who I am
or what you said
Can’t you see I’m Brain dead
I don’t know who I am
or what you said
Can’t you see I’m Brain dead
stuck in limbo – unearthly creatures are staring at me
floating away – There’s monster in my soul that must be fed
things can’t be what they seem to be
On can’t you see I’m Brain Dead
no longer do I feel anything for you
I can’t remember how it used to be
oh can’t you see – I’m brain dead
there is no use in pretending
that you even care for me
I’m Brain dead
I don’t know who I am
or what you said
Can’t you see I’m Brain dead
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 10:28pm
8th Dec 2016 10:28pm
And the night turns into the day
🐾 and the night turns into the day 🐾
The wolf plays his tricks
Giving you a sense of disillusionment
As the gambler gets his fix
The addict wonders where his money went
And the night turns into the day
Black jack and the king of spades
Within the dealer's deck
All the cards slowly fade
And the night turns into the day
And the night turns into the day
🐾And the night turns into the day🐾
The wolf plays his tricks
Giving you a sense of disillusionment
As the gambler gets his fix
The addict wonders where his money went
And the night turns into the day
Black jack and the king of spades
Within the dealer's deck
All the cards slowly fade
And the night turns into the day
And the night turns into the day
🐾And the night turns into the day🐾
458 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 5:01pm
8th Dec 2016 5:01pm
Is poetry and the art therein
Is it really dead ..the art of poetry dead...
Never
I resurrect my dead glory
I reconstruct my life from the dis mantles of the pages of sabatoge
So weave yet another story
Calling all posts...
Artists
Musicians
And down right freaky people.
Time to bring the poets back to glory...
Never
I resurrect my dead glory
I reconstruct my life from the dis mantles of the pages of sabatoge
So weave yet another story
Calling all posts...
Artists
Musicians
And down right freaky people.
Time to bring the poets back to glory...
475 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 11:07pm
5th Dec 2016 11:07pm
The forgotten teardrop
The Forgotten tear drop ~~
The bite of the spider woman sends fevers down my spine
at the crossroads our doctrines intertwined
entangled in a web of curoisty
I explore deeper within our tranquility
Oh the sorrow runs the rivers dry
and all the children cry
for the all the rivers run dry
The kiss of death leaves her mark upon my face
and I leave this life without trace
spinning upon a bottomless top
lop sided - the fevers of my mind
can never stop
and when I leave my body behind
we shall cry the forgotten...
The bite of the spider woman sends fevers down my spine
at the crossroads our doctrines intertwined
entangled in a web of curoisty
I explore deeper within our tranquility
Oh the sorrow runs the rivers dry
and all the children cry
for the all the rivers run dry
The kiss of death leaves her mark upon my face
and I leave this life without trace
spinning upon a bottomless top
lop sided - the fevers of my mind
can never stop
and when I leave my body behind
we shall cry the forgotten...
508 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Dec 2016 4:09pm
5th Dec 2016 4:09pm
Sweet taste of madness
The Sweet taste of Madness:
walking along the crowed path the faces look empty
eyes so lifeless .. bodies chained to misery
A false sense of identity, a lack of esteem
I must be living out a nightmare
Along this path of a dead end dream
Promises of joy.. broken words speak only of sorrow
yet you proclaim that it is all golden - someday soon
the no show of that tomorrow
So I remove myself from the crowed path and set out on my own tale of wonder
I can hear that sweet bellowing laugh that lingers along the crevasse
That deep fold...
walking along the crowed path the faces look empty
eyes so lifeless .. bodies chained to misery
A false sense of identity, a lack of esteem
I must be living out a nightmare
Along this path of a dead end dream
Promises of joy.. broken words speak only of sorrow
yet you proclaim that it is all golden - someday soon
the no show of that tomorrow
So I remove myself from the crowed path and set out on my own tale of wonder
I can hear that sweet bellowing laugh that lingers along the crevasse
That deep fold...
532 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2016 8:17pm
4th Dec 2016 8:17pm
Obscured by thoughts
Thinking thoughts within in a trapped mind... Thoughts unthinking that memory that leaves me in a bind
Entangled by nightmare's
Leaving a torched past behind
And here I stand
Obscured by thoughts
Thinking the woven time
Entangled by nightmare's
Leaving a torched past behind
And here I stand
Obscured by thoughts
Thinking the woven time
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2016 7:11pm
4th Dec 2016 7:11pm
The devil's a friend of mine
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
If your Lord wont have you
Well then your devil must
I say the devil's a friend of mne
Been out drinking whiskey
And feeling fine
Oh yeah
The devil's a friend of mine
Im going down to the local store
Dagger s in my hand
For outside in the grave yard
Dem shadows are out digging the land
Fallen angels
Fallen angels
The dreamers drowning in the wishing well
Emerald crosses and the dog crucifix....fire women speaking in forbidden tounge along the river Styx...
( Chours)
...
Dust to dust
If your Lord wont have you
Well then your devil must
I say the devil's a friend of mne
Been out drinking whiskey
And feeling fine
Oh yeah
The devil's a friend of mine
Im going down to the local store
Dagger s in my hand
For outside in the grave yard
Dem shadows are out digging the land
Fallen angels
Fallen angels
The dreamers drowning in the wishing well
Emerald crosses and the dog crucifix....fire women speaking in forbidden tounge along the river Styx...
( Chours)
...
499 reads
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