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
25th Sep 2013 5:29pm
25th Sep 2013 5:29pm
Opulent
Curtain call again,
ageless women dance in the room,
hoping to grasp their hopes,
and waltz away with their impending gloom.
Young men watch from afar,
letting the distance wrack their minds,
and outrageousness is their friend
while they watch
the limo drive away.
and everybody's like,
heartache, music
guitars and renuzit,
apples and swords
with diamonds galore,
they don't care
his wife's having an affair
with the mayor...
Mindless playback,
spirits on the table
iPhone on...
ageless women dance in the room,
hoping to grasp their hopes,
and waltz away with their impending gloom.
Young men watch from afar,
letting the distance wrack their minds,
and outrageousness is their friend
while they watch
the limo drive away.
and everybody's like,
heartache, music
guitars and renuzit,
apples and swords
with diamonds galore,
they don't care
his wife's having an affair
with the mayor...
Mindless playback,
spirits on the table
iPhone on...
639 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 2:28am
24th Sep 2013 2:28am
Gold Tiger
Sitting in the hallway
Listening to the works of Mozart
Dancing in the rain,
of my youth;
Hoping is to complain
and extract the truth,
Mindless settlements are vague
and needless to say I'm weak;
Hearts explode euphoric dreams
and nightmares come when I'm not asleep
I don't let it get to me
driving my new Cadillac,
only wishing I had money
for gas...
Gold Tiger watches the alarm clock
and keeps his paw on snooze,
Kathy walks in with a ballgown on
and a bottle of booze;
I keep my happiness
nothing's getting in my way,...
Listening to the works of Mozart
Dancing in the rain,
of my youth;
Hoping is to complain
and extract the truth,
Mindless settlements are vague
and needless to say I'm weak;
Hearts explode euphoric dreams
and nightmares come when I'm not asleep
I don't let it get to me
driving my new Cadillac,
only wishing I had money
for gas...
Gold Tiger watches the alarm clock
and keeps his paw on snooze,
Kathy walks in with a ballgown on
and a bottle of booze;
I keep my happiness
nothing's getting in my way,...
590 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 5:34pm
19th Sep 2013 5:34pm
Don't even
Don't even tell me that you think I'm loathing;
I already know it.
Don't even tell me that you think you're better;
I suppose I already know it.
I can't wait here and wither away while you laugh.
I can't sit here and wait while you continually condescend me.
I don't need this right now.
and I definitely don't need you.
I already know it.
Don't even tell me that you think you're better;
I suppose I already know it.
I can't wait here and wither away while you laugh.
I can't sit here and wait while you continually condescend me.
I don't need this right now.
and I definitely don't need you.
491 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Sep 2013 5:26pm
13th Sep 2013 5:26pm
Strike the Giant (Chorus and Bridge)
It can't be withering
it can't be hindering
don't...tell your soul.
It can't be morose
it can't be comatose
don't...die on me now.
It wasn't a gun
it wasn't a knife
but if I knew that today you'd die...
nevermind...it was a lie.
surreal moments
underground talk
nightmare laughs
what does it mean?
what does it all mean?
can I un-see what I've seen?
it can't be hindering
don't...tell your soul.
It can't be morose
it can't be comatose
don't...die on me now.
It wasn't a gun
it wasn't a knife
but if I knew that today you'd die...
nevermind...it was a lie.
surreal moments
underground talk
nightmare laughs
what does it mean?
what does it all mean?
can I un-see what I've seen?
526 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 5:17pm
13th Sep 2013 5:17pm
Sociopathic
Indifference is the indulgence in which you crave
a craving that will bury you
dissolve you into the cold hearth of a grave
Serendipity was your best friend
and coincidental guidance was there to mend
the heart aches and the breath of the last decadence.
Mysteriously you watch the murderer as he stares you in the eyes
and the true monster waits in the dark in his familiar disguise.
a craving that will bury you
dissolve you into the cold hearth of a grave
Serendipity was your best friend
and coincidental guidance was there to mend
the heart aches and the breath of the last decadence.
Mysteriously you watch the murderer as he stares you in the eyes
and the true monster waits in the dark in his familiar disguise.
608 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 11:54pm
7th Sep 2013 11:54pm
Specification
Suppose I drew a tree?
and let the pencil do the drawing.
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Suppose I let the dark sky glow bright
and let the stars dim
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Suppose I let you walk away
talking rumours about me
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Should I care?
Should I...specify?
and let the pencil do the drawing.
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Suppose I let the dark sky glow bright
and let the stars dim
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Suppose I let you walk away
talking rumours about me
Should I let it take a mind of it's own?
Should I care?
Should I...specify?
638 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 8:03pm
8th Aug 2013 8:03pm
Kaleidoscope
The color wheel turns on it's axis of illusion
the universe envelopes it's warmth within it's grasp.
The people collect water with their bare hands,
and the clergy stand by.
The sincerity of the vaguest sinner is cast into a circle
and the lion roars with triumph.
Mighty and tall the building rises
quick to stumble
and hard to fall.
the universe envelopes it's warmth within it's grasp.
The people collect water with their bare hands,
and the clergy stand by.
The sincerity of the vaguest sinner is cast into a circle
and the lion roars with triumph.
Mighty and tall the building rises
quick to stumble
and hard to fall.
552 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 00:03am
8th Aug 2013 00:03am
What Can I Convey?
The serendipity was overwhelmingly pleasant;
the euphoria halts the creative ideology;
and the children pray at night for their endless muse.
the euphoria halts the creative ideology;
and the children pray at night for their endless muse.
486 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Aug 2013 8:16pm
7th Aug 2013 8:16pm
Into the Stark
Smile, I'll take your picture
Laugh, I'll get it on video
Dance, we'll dance together
Move, we'll never move on
cry, you're never the leaver
Fight, you'll fight even though
you like the romance and love too.
Where were you when I was hiding?
Where was I when you were dying?
I never thought that this would hurt
I never thought that it could work
You left behind an empty void
All the world you just destroyed
Now you're in oblivion, staring into the stark
while I'm here kissing in the blue dark.
*yeah its a little rough...
Laugh, I'll get it on video
Dance, we'll dance together
Move, we'll never move on
cry, you're never the leaver
Fight, you'll fight even though
you like the romance and love too.
Where were you when I was hiding?
Where was I when you were dying?
I never thought that this would hurt
I never thought that it could work
You left behind an empty void
All the world you just destroyed
Now you're in oblivion, staring into the stark
while I'm here kissing in the blue dark.
*yeah its a little rough...
601 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Jul 2013 5:15am
27th Jul 2013 5:15am
Great Winter
Here's a verse and Hook for an unfinished song. Hope you enjoy.
Sincerity is my latest regrets.
Opulance is the end.
Maybe the wounds will heal
and my bleeding will stop.
The pain grows; it sets
The sins will transcend
the insanity is real
not gonna stop til you reach the top.
The wind is cold
and so are you
you can't take criticism
definitely not the truth
you're a little bitch
all you do is whine
I'm the one who snitched
but you're the one who died.
Sincerity is my latest regrets.
Opulance is the end.
Maybe the wounds will heal
and my bleeding will stop.
The pain grows; it sets
The sins will transcend
the insanity is real
not gonna stop til you reach the top.
The wind is cold
and so are you
you can't take criticism
definitely not the truth
you're a little bitch
all you do is whine
I'm the one who snitched
but you're the one who died.
530 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 10:13pm
26th Jul 2013 10:13pm
The Nocturnal Stalker
The night's illumination casts a fushia purple illuminence
The land of the people are overcrowded like mice
The slums are made of the beds of fallen grace
The debt of the loved ones transcend into insanity
The insanity is thrown into mental decapitation
The water dries up on the bone
and the ground grows red with resentment and jealousy.
or maybe survival.
we may never know.
If you want to know what the poem is about, feel free to ask. if you want to make your own presumptions, that's fine too. :D
The land of the people are overcrowded like mice
The slums are made of the beds of fallen grace
The debt of the loved ones transcend into insanity
The insanity is thrown into mental decapitation
The water dries up on the bone
and the ground grows red with resentment and jealousy.
or maybe survival.
we may never know.
If you want to know what the poem is about, feel free to ask. if you want to make your own presumptions, that's fine too. :D
559 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Jul 2013 7:46pm
26th Jul 2013 7:46pm
The Mime Talked to Me; Except 2
If you haven't read excerpt 1, [b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]STOP NOW! Go read excerpt one and read. Everything you need to know is there.
[font=Verdana]I walked down the old wooden steps of the school. This school was built in the late 1800's, but I suppose the late 40's ain't made it too old for a school, it's just that in the south, nobody has money to do nothin'. 'specially the government. Anyway, I walked down mainstreet and walked into Bill's nickel and penny store. Ya know, it's just a store where all the kids meet up after school to get their snacks or a pop or...
[font=Verdana]I walked down the old wooden steps of the school. This school was built in the late 1800's, but I suppose the late 40's ain't made it too old for a school, it's just that in the south, nobody has money to do nothin'. 'specially the government. Anyway, I walked down mainstreet and walked into Bill's nickel and penny store. Ya know, it's just a store where all the kids meet up after school to get their snacks or a pop or...
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