Submissions by Voice_of_treason
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
opaque oppression of an honest heart
It's like having asthma and only breathing in sulfur,
It's the lost child watching genocide plague his and his culture,
It's the little girl that's scared and confused from the years of abuse and mental torture,
The abandoned orphan in the system going from foster home to group home as just another picture in a folder,
The street thug shedding tears over,
The convulsing corpse of his mother from the drugs that he sold her,
The Phoenix fading in the flames as the ashes smolder,
The shattered woman filled with insecurities from the lies that he told her,
The...
It's the lost child watching genocide plague his and his culture,
It's the little girl that's scared and confused from the years of abuse and mental torture,
The abandoned orphan in the system going from foster home to group home as just another picture in a folder,
The street thug shedding tears over,
The convulsing corpse of his mother from the drugs that he sold her,
The Phoenix fading in the flames as the ashes smolder,
The shattered woman filled with insecurities from the lies that he told her,
The...
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Soliloquies Of A Silhouette
Poised serenity soliloquies of a silhouette,
I'm captivated by her words yet intimidated by her intellect,
Daydreams becoming reality who would have known that our paths would one day come to intersect,
In introspect I'm afraid to get intimate,
But honestly it's a little more intricate,
Gazing at the damsel in the distance a kind soul robbed of it's innocence,
In a sense a blind man with instruments,
Exposed to the beauty of a stunning lyricist,
And although the possibilities are limitless my mind becomes frivolous,
Due to daunting dread of self-doubt, but...
I'm captivated by her words yet intimidated by her intellect,
Daydreams becoming reality who would have known that our paths would one day come to intersect,
In introspect I'm afraid to get intimate,
But honestly it's a little more intricate,
Gazing at the damsel in the distance a kind soul robbed of it's innocence,
In a sense a blind man with instruments,
Exposed to the beauty of a stunning lyricist,
And although the possibilities are limitless my mind becomes frivolous,
Due to daunting dread of self-doubt, but...
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