Submissions by ZERO_the_HERO
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 7:49pm
14th Jan 2013 7:49pm
To-do List
-Wake up earlier
-Get a new job
-Lift more weights
-Quit being such a slob
-Make a new friend
-Tell a new joke
-Read a new book
-Quit blowing smoke
-Stop being alone
-Stop being a hermit
-Take time out to relax
-Feel like I earned it
-Work harder
-Be a lion, not a mouse
-Live my life
-And get the fuck out of the house
-Get a new job
-Lift more weights
-Quit being such a slob
-Make a new friend
-Tell a new joke
-Read a new book
-Quit blowing smoke
-Stop being alone
-Stop being a hermit
-Take time out to relax
-Feel like I earned it
-Work harder
-Be a lion, not a mouse
-Live my life
-And get the fuck out of the house
578 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 8:19am
14th Jan 2013 8:19am
A Note
Let's write a note,
just you and me,
and let's fill it with our hopes and dreams
and other things that will never be.
Let's write a note,
just you, just me,
to tell everyone why we couldn't keep up,
why we couldn't realize our hopes and dreams.
No.
Fuck it.
Let's not even bother.
Let's just imagine our hopes,
our dreams,
and let's drag the blade down our forearms
and surrender to the infinite night,
and to the daybreak's inevitable
screams.
just you and me,
and let's fill it with our hopes and dreams
and other things that will never be.
Let's write a note,
just you, just me,
to tell everyone why we couldn't keep up,
why we couldn't realize our hopes and dreams.
No.
Fuck it.
Let's not even bother.
Let's just imagine our hopes,
our dreams,
and let's drag the blade down our forearms
and surrender to the infinite night,
and to the daybreak's inevitable
screams.
704 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 6:28pm
13th Jan 2013 6:28pm
The Collapse of Reason
I've been stranded on the beach for far too long.
Not a soul has come to my aid.
Lungs filled up with
sand and ash
are really no good for screaming.
The fires have all burned out by now.
Just smoldering ruins in their place.
Even the ghosts that
used to dance here
are swaying somewhere else.
If there is a way out, it's lost to me.
It is all dead, it is all gone.
My thoughts are slowly
congealing, souring,
soon I might just fall apart.
Soon I might just wander to the sea.
I might wade out into blue oblivion. ...
Not a soul has come to my aid.
Lungs filled up with
sand and ash
are really no good for screaming.
The fires have all burned out by now.
Just smoldering ruins in their place.
Even the ghosts that
used to dance here
are swaying somewhere else.
If there is a way out, it's lost to me.
It is all dead, it is all gone.
My thoughts are slowly
congealing, souring,
soon I might just fall apart.
Soon I might just wander to the sea.
I might wade out into blue oblivion. ...
536 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 8:36am
9th Jan 2013 8:36am
Heart-throb
What have I but the throb of your heart?
Its single, beautiful, victorious note
shouting life upon life throughout limbs and lips,
lips that kiss and love and clasp,
and whisper lullabies in the dark;
sweet serenades of soothing sound that
bed my mind in numbing down,
and wrap my soul in satin peace
'til all I feel is your beating breast
whose core brings all you are to be.
What have I but the throb of your heart,
for without it, we are not we.
Its single, beautiful, victorious note
shouting life upon life throughout limbs and lips,
lips that kiss and love and clasp,
and whisper lullabies in the dark;
sweet serenades of soothing sound that
bed my mind in numbing down,
and wrap my soul in satin peace
'til all I feel is your beating breast
whose core brings all you are to be.
What have I but the throb of your heart,
for without it, we are not we.
546 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 8:29am
9th Jan 2013 8:29am
The Sea
Midst the endless roil of green-gray glass,
A notion stirs, soon forgotten
In the perpetual motion of the infinite sea,
Which, ever vexed by its memory's failure,
Roars frustration to the saline winds,
Half-heard only by gulls and the swirling sand.
Shells lay scattered upon that sand
Like shattered remnants of so many dreams
Broken upon the bulwark of time,
Vomited evidence of the unclear mind
In the churning ocean and its rolling waves.
A notion stirs, soon forgotten
In the perpetual motion of the infinite sea,
Which, ever vexed by its memory's failure,
Roars frustration to the saline winds,
Half-heard only by gulls and the swirling sand.
Shells lay scattered upon that sand
Like shattered remnants of so many dreams
Broken upon the bulwark of time,
Vomited evidence of the unclear mind
In the churning ocean and its rolling waves.
619 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 5:20pm
8th Jan 2013 5:20pm
Angry Poems
Whatever happened to angry poems?
Whatever happened to getting mad instead of sad
and lighting a fire beneath your own ass because
you're tired of all of the bullshit?
Whatever happened to righteous indignation?
Whatever happened to looking back on your ex and
shouting 'fuck that bitch' instead of chaining your heart down
with big stone blocks made of imaginary love.
She left you.
Get over it.
Whatever happened to telling off
that asshole that you work with because he thinks
he's better than you, and goes out of his way
to make...
Whatever happened to getting mad instead of sad
and lighting a fire beneath your own ass because
you're tired of all of the bullshit?
Whatever happened to righteous indignation?
Whatever happened to looking back on your ex and
shouting 'fuck that bitch' instead of chaining your heart down
with big stone blocks made of imaginary love.
She left you.
Get over it.
Whatever happened to telling off
that asshole that you work with because he thinks
he's better than you, and goes out of his way
to make...
701 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 5:10pm
8th Jan 2013 5:10pm
Sin & Vice
This is a love letter to sin and vice,
To the gin and the whiskey,
The women, the wine,
The lovely things that make cold nights less cruel.
Here's to passionate poisons that cloud the mind,
That make us forget, and remember too well,
That make us laugh and make us cry
When simply nothing else will.
Here's to good company, good times,
To once beautiful moments turned ugly mistakes,
To a life well lived, filled with lust and excess
And covered with the scars that make us men.
A toast, I say! A grandiose toast
To the recesses and...
To the gin and the whiskey,
The women, the wine,
The lovely things that make cold nights less cruel.
Here's to passionate poisons that cloud the mind,
That make us forget, and remember too well,
That make us laugh and make us cry
When simply nothing else will.
Here's to good company, good times,
To once beautiful moments turned ugly mistakes,
To a life well lived, filled with lust and excess
And covered with the scars that make us men.
A toast, I say! A grandiose toast
To the recesses and...
640 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 4:37am
8th Jan 2013 4:37am
Rime
I miss you more than you can know;
I hid the worst away from you,
I love you more than you'll ever know;
after you left, my blood ran blue
and cold as ice in winter's grasp,
I wept and moaned, shivered and gasped
out freezing breaths that
etched your name in frost upon
my heart, my veins,
my throat, my lungs,
my lips, my tongue,
and then, at last, within the paths that
flensing tears carved down my cheeks
when I had not the strength to speak
a word that was not misery;
My love,
my queen,
you'll never see ...
I hid the worst away from you,
I love you more than you'll ever know;
after you left, my blood ran blue
and cold as ice in winter's grasp,
I wept and moaned, shivered and gasped
out freezing breaths that
etched your name in frost upon
my heart, my veins,
my throat, my lungs,
my lips, my tongue,
and then, at last, within the paths that
flensing tears carved down my cheeks
when I had not the strength to speak
a word that was not misery;
My love,
my queen,
you'll never see ...
750 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 4:35am
8th Jan 2013 4:35am
Abandoned
When you abandoned me,
and pushed me screaming
from the terraces of your big brown eyes,
I fell through the clouds and hit the ground,
all broken bones and sour luck.
I went and picked myself back up,
snapped the bones back into place,
said my curses, wept my tears,
and trudged off through the fog and gray.
And so, alone, day by day,
I emptied out the picture frames
where you once stood, where we once blamed
our sorrows on the falling rain
instead of one another.
Emptiness, my estranged lover,
is what I've known for...
and pushed me screaming
from the terraces of your big brown eyes,
I fell through the clouds and hit the ground,
all broken bones and sour luck.
I went and picked myself back up,
snapped the bones back into place,
said my curses, wept my tears,
and trudged off through the fog and gray.
And so, alone, day by day,
I emptied out the picture frames
where you once stood, where we once blamed
our sorrows on the falling rain
instead of one another.
Emptiness, my estranged lover,
is what I've known for...
794 reads
2 Comments
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