Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
Submerged...
I stand waist deep in the pool
of misery and regret.
I poured out my heart and
you rained down your cunning deeds.
As emotion rose I was submerged.
Your touch was my lifeline but
my grasp fell short.
Close to deaths door I breathed
in hope and regained reality.
I exhaled expectations and promises.
I rose to the surface yet could
not shed the feeling of inadequacy
and failure of the spirit.
My soul still aches, my heart still bleeds
the time under your sea of deceit.
We all stand partially submerged
in our own...
of misery and regret.
I poured out my heart and
you rained down your cunning deeds.
As emotion rose I was submerged.
Your touch was my lifeline but
my grasp fell short.
Close to deaths door I breathed
in hope and regained reality.
I exhaled expectations and promises.
I rose to the surface yet could
not shed the feeling of inadequacy
and failure of the spirit.
My soul still aches, my heart still bleeds
the time under your sea of deceit.
We all stand partially submerged
in our own...
#heartbroken
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Sad Goodbye...
I stare at the stone and your name cry’s out
for things left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I leave and weep, another sad goodbye.
for things left unsaid and deeds left undone.
I leave and weep, another sad goodbye.
#graveyard
383 reads
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Last Goodbye...
When gas jets light and cardboard burns
and you are reduced to a pile of ash
in an urn on a mantle,
is that the last goodbye?
and you are reduced to a pile of ash
in an urn on a mantle,
is that the last goodbye?
#death
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Lost Goodbye...
When war kills, people vanish, tears fall,
their bodies become part of drifting souls.
Those left never know how or where to say goodbye.
their bodies become part of drifting souls.
Those left never know how or where to say goodbye.
#LifeChangingMoment
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Goose Music...
I heard goose music
today from high in the sky,
that familiar V pointed
toward the south.
I know where they’re going and why.
I even know why they fly in a V.
Then, why am I haunted
by their music?
It is the sound of change,
the sound of experiences passed,
never to be gotten back.
Life that is now behind
us and exists only in memory.
Geese get to change every year,
we get to change in the moment
or time passes us by.
Would that I could migrate like the geese
and return to where I started each year
today from high in the sky,
that familiar V pointed
toward the south.
I know where they’re going and why.
I even know why they fly in a V.
Then, why am I haunted
by their music?
It is the sound of change,
the sound of experiences passed,
never to be gotten back.
Life that is now behind
us and exists only in memory.
Geese get to change every year,
we get to change in the moment
or time passes us by.
Would that I could migrate like the geese
and return to where I started each year
#LifeCycle
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Echo....
The cry of the loon echos
through the valleys and hillsides
reminding us that we are but temporary
and will fade from the collective memory
like the echoes down the canyons.
through the valleys and hillsides
reminding us that we are but temporary
and will fade from the collective memory
like the echoes down the canyons.
#LifeStruggles
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Sins of the soul...
I search
the reaches of reality
for a place
to rest my fears.
They stick to me
like my shadow
on the wall.
I move, they move,
I can’t hide.
Omission, regret
then fear.
Terror that sins
once committed
will return and
demand penance.
Sins of the heart
are spontaneous
but sins of the soul
are calculated
and can only be judged
by that tribunal of damnation
in the burning bush
with a resounding ring
from the hammer from hell.
Evil judging evil
is the...
the reaches of reality
for a place
to rest my fears.
They stick to me
like my shadow
on the wall.
I move, they move,
I can’t hide.
Omission, regret
then fear.
Terror that sins
once committed
will return and
demand penance.
Sins of the heart
are spontaneous
but sins of the soul
are calculated
and can only be judged
by that tribunal of damnation
in the burning bush
with a resounding ring
from the hammer from hell.
Evil judging evil
is the...
#LifeStruggles
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Depression Exposed
I cry, I feel, I hurt, I heal.
I still bleed when I’m cut.
Then why am I like a puppet,
strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by as if I’m
trash to be picked up.
I still bleed when I’m cut.
Then why am I like a puppet,
strings cut, crumpled
on the pavement where
people pass me by as if I’m
trash to be picked up.
#LifeStruggles
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Lost in You...
Before you, life was an illusion, a dream.
I now bask in your love.
You are like the great sculptor,
not seeing a block of stone
but seeing David within that block
screaming to get out.
You reached into my shell
and drew me out into the springtime
warmth of your smile,
the sound of your song
and the depth of your love.
I am immersed
yet do not drown...
each breath takes in only love
and my capacity increases with each sigh.
Born again is too simple
for your creation. Fashioned,
remade or crafted...
I now bask in your love.
You are like the great sculptor,
not seeing a block of stone
but seeing David within that block
screaming to get out.
You reached into my shell
and drew me out into the springtime
warmth of your smile,
the sound of your song
and the depth of your love.
I am immersed
yet do not drown...
each breath takes in only love
and my capacity increases with each sigh.
Born again is too simple
for your creation. Fashioned,
remade or crafted...
#LifeChangingMoment
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Wish upon a Star...
Oh stars, my star,
take me from this web of deceit
from this endless life
of delusion and strife,
to the world of perpetual light.
Remove this constant ache from my heart
and the encroaching darkness in my soul.
Without your light all will be dark and
my soul will wander this wasteland
we call humanity. Take me from
a world where misery is
passed between people
like a gift at Christmas and empathy
is discouraged from on high.
I want to live in brightness where
darkness is just a bridge between points of light, ...
take me from this web of deceit
from this endless life
of delusion and strife,
to the world of perpetual light.
Remove this constant ache from my heart
and the encroaching darkness in my soul.
Without your light all will be dark and
my soul will wander this wasteland
we call humanity. Take me from
a world where misery is
passed between people
like a gift at Christmas and empathy
is discouraged from on high.
I want to live in brightness where
darkness is just a bridge between points of light, ...
#LifeStruggles
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The Player Queen
A mothers love can weave a dream
of stars and futures fine.
A hope that’s heaven sent but
resolve that’s based in time.
Alone she sat, abandoned flat
though smiled through all the pain .
Her hopes for me wove a cloak
that ringed my infant heart.
The dream she dreamed for me
was fantasy and profound. But mothers
thoughts of future wonders for
newborns know no bounds.
When left with child a sadness rose
though tears that fell were joy.
They quenched my thirst and
bathed my soul against...
of stars and futures fine.
A hope that’s heaven sent but
resolve that’s based in time.
Alone she sat, abandoned flat
though smiled through all the pain .
Her hopes for me wove a cloak
that ringed my infant heart.
The dream she dreamed for me
was fantasy and profound. But mothers
thoughts of future wonders for
newborns know no bounds.
When left with child a sadness rose
though tears that fell were joy.
They quenched my thirst and
bathed my soul against...
#LifeStruggles
#WilliamButlerYeats
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The Young Mans Song
I question myself, am I fit to love
does love indeed fit in me?
The question floods my mind
with answers not forthcoming.
Love’s not found unless love is sought.
Search the world for that princess true
Your fate, her fate become one fate.
Love is such a winding path, through
times both good and bad, it’s
course unknown, the direction blind.
But begin I must, begin in this
adolescent fog to feel my way
for certainty that comes with love.
and perhaps answer my own
question of why. And how?
does love indeed fit in me?
The question floods my mind
with answers not forthcoming.
Love’s not found unless love is sought.
Search the world for that princess true
Your fate, her fate become one fate.
Love is such a winding path, through
times both good and bad, it’s
course unknown, the direction blind.
But begin I must, begin in this
adolescent fog to feel my way
for certainty that comes with love.
and perhaps answer my own
question of why. And how?
#LifeGoals
#WilliamButlerYeats
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