Submissions by ZexionKingdomHeart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If the grass is greener on the other side, then water your damn grass.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 6:12am
5th Jan 2014 6:12am
Surely, but not slowly
Surely you will wake up again
surely you will see the sun in the morning
surely you won't be one of the last ten
to be picked and left to be adorning
surely you will be fine
surely everything will be okay
just take a breath...
you will get there,
fast, and not slowly.
surely you will see the sun in the morning
surely you won't be one of the last ten
to be picked and left to be adorning
surely you will be fine
surely everything will be okay
just take a breath...
you will get there,
fast, and not slowly.
731 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 9:11am
30th Dec 2013 9:11am
Birth Stone
Pop the party pills
And sip on extravagant blood
Nay sayers and cheap thrills
Top the shelves with a hand on their gun
Concurrent dreams bring me home
While indie hipsters sing a tune
I trip over dollar bills
And dream of Astrodome's
Irrelevant children speak slang
And mindless adults cry
Young kids kill their fame
While concrete poetry dies.
And sip on extravagant blood
Nay sayers and cheap thrills
Top the shelves with a hand on their gun
Concurrent dreams bring me home
While indie hipsters sing a tune
I trip over dollar bills
And dream of Astrodome's
Irrelevant children speak slang
And mindless adults cry
Young kids kill their fame
While concrete poetry dies.
771 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2013 8:54am
26th Dec 2013 8:54am
Tiny Sparrow
Caught in the nest
With nowhere to go
Your body laid to rest
And no one left to know
Cathedral bells and prison songs
Lift you up into their arms
Sad tales go home where they belong
Where they can do you no harm
Tiny sparrow, fly away
Go on, be free
Go to a place today
Where the blind truly see
With nowhere to go
Your body laid to rest
And no one left to know
Cathedral bells and prison songs
Lift you up into their arms
Sad tales go home where they belong
Where they can do you no harm
Tiny sparrow, fly away
Go on, be free
Go to a place today
Where the blind truly see
705 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 5:25pm
18th Dec 2013 5:25pm
Winter's Lathargic Touch
Silence my feelings, and emotions
Lethargic is how I am today...
I can't explain how tired I am...
Mystique gold fountains spew diamonds into the aero-space
and little lion men cry for their mothers...
Looks like I'm going to anaphorum again.
Little metal trinkets based on iron shelves
sold for pounds instead of dollars...
British gems and lovely little girls hug their dolls.
Monsters of the pub hide inside until it is dusk.
wherever is the sun?
maybe you're just a vampire...
is that why you're so pale?
sorry that I make no sense
it's...
Lethargic is how I am today...
I can't explain how tired I am...
Mystique gold fountains spew diamonds into the aero-space
and little lion men cry for their mothers...
Looks like I'm going to anaphorum again.
Little metal trinkets based on iron shelves
sold for pounds instead of dollars...
British gems and lovely little girls hug their dolls.
Monsters of the pub hide inside until it is dusk.
wherever is the sun?
maybe you're just a vampire...
is that why you're so pale?
sorry that I make no sense
it's...
656 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 5:12pm
17th Dec 2013 5:12pm
The Games
Spectators like to sit and wait
while the bad kids come out to play
mothers watch as their children die
ruthless brutes like to fight in pride
the introverts hide in the woods
they are just so misunderstood
ruthless brutes like to hunt them down;
--only have 8 tributes now...
the last battle is very fierce
the last one to die is in tears
the victor walks away slowly
with bloody knife in hand, smiling...
*Tribute poem to the Hunger Games...*
while the bad kids come out to play
mothers watch as their children die
ruthless brutes like to fight in pride
the introverts hide in the woods
they are just so misunderstood
ruthless brutes like to hunt them down;
--only have 8 tributes now...
the last battle is very fierce
the last one to die is in tears
the victor walks away slowly
with bloody knife in hand, smiling...
*Tribute poem to the Hunger Games...*
684 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
12th Dec 2013 5:32pm
12th Dec 2013 5:32pm
Slipping on Suicide
Far from over your view,
watches the hateful bitches and the stares they give you
pierce holes in your mind
and leaves taint in your soul.
Watch out, I'm not anyone yet, but I'm coming for the top.
Not interested in opulence,
nor am I interested in your woes.
I just want to be somebody who is known,
but I'd rather know what God knows...
**Inspired by Lorde's song, 'Still Sane'**
watches the hateful bitches and the stares they give you
pierce holes in your mind
and leaves taint in your soul.
Watch out, I'm not anyone yet, but I'm coming for the top.
Not interested in opulence,
nor am I interested in your woes.
I just want to be somebody who is known,
but I'd rather know what God knows...
**Inspired by Lorde's song, 'Still Sane'**
593 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 5:43pm
3rd Dec 2013 5:43pm
Sour Candy
Sitting on the steps all 'cool',
sits the drunken mage
leaning on his fool of a wife
harboring so much rage.
He strikes her once against the head
he says he's sorry for what he's done
because he almost knocked her dead
and we all know that wouldn't be fun.
A crazed monster caged up on the inside
wants to be free and roam the earth,
but he recedes his true self and denies
the truth as he throws the bottle into the hearth.
sits the drunken mage
leaning on his fool of a wife
harboring so much rage.
He strikes her once against the head
he says he's sorry for what he's done
because he almost knocked her dead
and we all know that wouldn't be fun.
A crazed monster caged up on the inside
wants to be free and roam the earth,
but he recedes his true self and denies
the truth as he throws the bottle into the hearth.
780 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 7:19am
1st Dec 2013 7:19am
My Rusty Chain
The wind calls my name
And sweeps through my short hair
It talks in ways I feel are insane
And whispers secrets that stare.
Calling me inside on a whim
And taking my sleep is fine
But take but one and dawn is at a brim
And your blood and mind shall brine
Take me into a dream
Where I shall set sea into the void
And relinquish you of disease
And constantly be the one to destroy.
And sweeps through my short hair
It talks in ways I feel are insane
And whispers secrets that stare.
Calling me inside on a whim
And taking my sleep is fine
But take but one and dawn is at a brim
And your blood and mind shall brine
Take me into a dream
Where I shall set sea into the void
And relinquish you of disease
And constantly be the one to destroy.
674 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 3:48am
25th Nov 2013 3:48am
Surreal life
Countless times I have lived
And countless times I have died
If I said what I wanted to,
I would have nothing else to give.
Midnight memories dance along the shore
And a useless muse lives upon the moor
If I had given my dagger for the kill,
I would be knocking on deaths door.
Steal a heart for me--as mine no longer beats
And use your force to make it release
All the things that I will need
And take a dollar for yourself, please.
My teacup is chipped and broken
It leaks out like a river into the ocean,
Hand me a golden...
And countless times I have died
If I said what I wanted to,
I would have nothing else to give.
Midnight memories dance along the shore
And a useless muse lives upon the moor
If I had given my dagger for the kill,
I would be knocking on deaths door.
Steal a heart for me--as mine no longer beats
And use your force to make it release
All the things that I will need
And take a dollar for yourself, please.
My teacup is chipped and broken
It leaks out like a river into the ocean,
Hand me a golden...
850 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 5:27pm
21st Nov 2013 5:27pm
Grain of Salt
As I sit and stare into the crisp, autumn air
I suddenly realize, that life is going by too fast for me.
I feel as if I cannot stop and smell the roses
and that I cannot be immersed within my culture.
I have lost a home, but I cannot linger on it.
I have lost family, but I cannot linger on it.
Live, Love, Laugh;
Do they believe it to be so easy?
Do they understand life's woes?
Each day must be taken with a grain of salt...
I suddenly realize, that life is going by too fast for me.
I feel as if I cannot stop and smell the roses
and that I cannot be immersed within my culture.
I have lost a home, but I cannot linger on it.
I have lost family, but I cannot linger on it.
Live, Love, Laugh;
Do they believe it to be so easy?
Do they understand life's woes?
Each day must be taken with a grain of salt...
714 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Nov 2013 5:30pm
5th Nov 2013 5:30pm
Carry Me Away (I've got time to kill)
Place me where I'll sleep,
I don't need anything,
I just need to be where I have to be.
Take me to the special place,
I only have one say so,
and it's where all my demons go.
Can we be surreal?
I cannot dream, but I can feel,
everything that you can create.
Please make some room for me,
I am in need of a lot of space.
[chorus]
Carry me away, I feel my self slipping.
take me away, I can't hold tight
Say what you need to say,
I have to little time to spare,
because my life in gripping,
and the I can see the dark in the...
I don't need anything,
I just need to be where I have to be.
Take me to the special place,
I only have one say so,
and it's where all my demons go.
Can we be surreal?
I cannot dream, but I can feel,
everything that you can create.
Please make some room for me,
I am in need of a lot of space.
[chorus]
Carry me away, I feel my self slipping.
take me away, I can't hold tight
Say what you need to say,
I have to little time to spare,
because my life in gripping,
and the I can see the dark in the...
620 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 4:24am
3rd Nov 2013 4:24am
Red Lights
I watch in amazement
As I look into the stark
I catch glimpses of days gone by
And my life flashes before me.
Why can't I see into my consciousness?
I no longer can feel my limbs.
I feel cold.
I shiver.
I tremble.
Where do I go from here?
Do I cower in the corner?
Do I cower in fear?
Fear.
Such a strong word.
It breeds ignorance, but yet, it feeds my hunger.
Can I rest my eyes?
I am but a tired child.
I lost my heartbeat moons ago.
I cannot resist my last breath of air.
Give it to me, will you?
I need the last...
As I look into the stark
I catch glimpses of days gone by
And my life flashes before me.
Why can't I see into my consciousness?
I no longer can feel my limbs.
I feel cold.
I shiver.
I tremble.
Where do I go from here?
Do I cower in the corner?
Do I cower in fear?
Fear.
Such a strong word.
It breeds ignorance, but yet, it feeds my hunger.
Can I rest my eyes?
I am but a tired child.
I lost my heartbeat moons ago.
I cannot resist my last breath of air.
Give it to me, will you?
I need the last...
571 reads
0 Comments
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