Submissions by baptizedbydafire (Odyne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 8:57pm
13th Aug 2012 8:57pm
Lucifer
(The line of periods is not apart of the poem i just did it cause this site won't let me space it out where I want it.)
Hello my name is Mirg Htaed
I am a earth loving nomad
............................e
who wants to make the world a Bitter place
I Have traveled from New York to Japan
From Japan to Dustania
Mankind is so fearful to this Kindman...
The kind of man that has shown nothing but evol to this world.
I do not belong here anymore
But I will live here any ways.
For I have fallen for this world
And I will stand as L...
Hello my name is Mirg Htaed
I am a earth loving nomad
............................e
who wants to make the world a Bitter place
I Have traveled from New York to Japan
From Japan to Dustania
Mankind is so fearful to this Kindman...
The kind of man that has shown nothing but evol to this world.
I do not belong here anymore
But I will live here any ways.
For I have fallen for this world
And I will stand as L...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 10:39pm
10th Aug 2012 10:39pm
Suicide
Suicide is like a little blue bird
lazily scraping its wings against the empty dark sky
as if its letting gravity take him in
no care for the hero of his wings nor its aftermath
He falls
And falls
And falls
All He's troubles are painted as a fetal position as he falls
The sanction between the bird and the sky is broken
The epitaph reads
"A little blue bird"
lazily scraping its wings against the empty dark sky
as if its letting gravity take him in
no care for the hero of his wings nor its aftermath
He falls
And falls
And falls
All He's troubles are painted as a fetal position as he falls
The sanction between the bird and the sky is broken
The epitaph reads
"A little blue bird"
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 3:02am
10th Aug 2012 3:02am
After Death
Beautiful people
Dancing, prancing about.
Hormones are boiling over the pot
Sex is served in the bathroom
The wine is to die for
And so was just that later that evening
People rushed to the scene
And their it was just laying there
It didn't move its arms to hug or hold
Nor it's legs to dance.
It was just a "lifeless" body.
This petrified the people to relies that they will be deprived of the joys of life during death.
The thought of that is to insane for them to even accept!
So they invent their own comfort called the...
Dancing, prancing about.
Hormones are boiling over the pot
Sex is served in the bathroom
The wine is to die for
And so was just that later that evening
People rushed to the scene
And their it was just laying there
It didn't move its arms to hug or hold
Nor it's legs to dance.
It was just a "lifeless" body.
This petrified the people to relies that they will be deprived of the joys of life during death.
The thought of that is to insane for them to even accept!
So they invent their own comfort called the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Jul 2012 11:27pm
22nd Jul 2012 11:27pm
The Sweater
She sits on the rocking chair next to the open window
with her yarn and needle sewing together more then just a sweater
When she stuck the needle through the yarn it also penetrated her mind of
Her very first sweater she got for Christmas when she was four
she didn't like the thick texture tight on her skin and neck which made her feel itchy and hot, And hated the pink reindeer logo on the front as she was a little tomboy then.
But had a big smile across her face when she and her significant other rejoiced hands in the snow on her very first date. He complimented her...
with her yarn and needle sewing together more then just a sweater
When she stuck the needle through the yarn it also penetrated her mind of
Her very first sweater she got for Christmas when she was four
she didn't like the thick texture tight on her skin and neck which made her feel itchy and hot, And hated the pink reindeer logo on the front as she was a little tomboy then.
But had a big smile across her face when she and her significant other rejoiced hands in the snow on her very first date. He complimented her...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 00:52am
21st Jul 2012 00:52am
Ms. Us History
I'm hungry for your sex appeal
To bite that rear will be a great meal
I see you coming up those heels
To fetch a pail of my water!
I think your face oughta chill
Cause I'm sweating like I've been working for days straight out on the field
Is that body real or a sculpture?
Cause I'll never see curves like that again anytime soon in the near future!
I want to poke you so you'll squeal
But I'm afraid I might over do it and go for the kill!
Scream Sexy!
To bite that rear will be a great meal
I see you coming up those heels
To fetch a pail of my water!
I think your face oughta chill
Cause I'm sweating like I've been working for days straight out on the field
Is that body real or a sculpture?
Cause I'll never see curves like that again anytime soon in the near future!
I want to poke you so you'll squeal
But I'm afraid I might over do it and go for the kill!
Scream Sexy!
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 1:55am
20th Jul 2012 1:55am
What I Can Accomplish
I can accomplish anything as long as I can pull the strength to my heart.
I've been playing tug-of-war with it for years and now It's the one that eats the dirt and has to get back up and start from the starting line just to be engulfed in the earth which I like to call me.
Strength is now apart of me. permanently. because it hit me hard when it loss grip of the rope
And that's because I pulled it fast inspired by my desire to properly cope
With issues that I can't even see a light in a mind full of disrupted hope
So strength fell on me so hard that it was knocked...
I've been playing tug-of-war with it for years and now It's the one that eats the dirt and has to get back up and start from the starting line just to be engulfed in the earth which I like to call me.
Strength is now apart of me. permanently. because it hit me hard when it loss grip of the rope
And that's because I pulled it fast inspired by my desire to properly cope
With issues that I can't even see a light in a mind full of disrupted hope
So strength fell on me so hard that it was knocked...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Oct 2011 00:03am
1st Oct 2011 00:03am
Beowulf
The sky was sherbert of color, and the trees danced with the wind. An ominous figure approached sluggishly from the woods. Red oil, dripping from his hands, Like his mind dripping with madness. Another figure appeared from the other end of the road. The ominous figure squinted his eyes to get a better perception of it. It was a tall brown man with a deep voice that spoke "Please brother stop! Your sick! I won't go to police if you promise me that you will get help!" He figured that he'll go get help if he didn't want police on him. Yet his brother rejected and continued walking...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2011 00:39am
1st Sep 2011 00:39am
Of Abysses and Flowers
I see your eyes wonder into the abyss every time I walk in front of them
And I unwilling fall with them...
Its amusing that you shed your rose petals on me
and then later forget that you even had flowers in your basket.
these flower petals that was once attached to my skin are now
slowly pealing off with every loveless breath that you take.
I cant swallow your carelessness
I'm choking on it
it hurts to breath in your dangerous atmosphere I must runaway or i,ll die
Those hugs in the past now are extremely reckless, moving my soul catastrophically breaking...
And I unwilling fall with them...
Its amusing that you shed your rose petals on me
and then later forget that you even had flowers in your basket.
these flower petals that was once attached to my skin are now
slowly pealing off with every loveless breath that you take.
I cant swallow your carelessness
I'm choking on it
it hurts to breath in your dangerous atmosphere I must runaway or i,ll die
Those hugs in the past now are extremely reckless, moving my soul catastrophically breaking...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2011 5:44am
8th Aug 2011 5:44am
Dead Fly in the Sky
I am a dead fly in the sky
hovering over deadtime
been so for a lifetime
buzzing my life line
treating myself to a plate of die
scripting pictures of hell as it rise
fountain dipping into blood
I open my eyes to a flash flood
Im a dead fly in the sky...
I can see the whispers climb the wall of silence
I can hear the faces face the expression of violence
I can feel the scent agaisnt my loose thoughts of nonsense.
and I can smell the touch of death growing towards my conciousius
hovering over deadtime
been so for a lifetime
buzzing my life line
treating myself to a plate of die
scripting pictures of hell as it rise
fountain dipping into blood
I open my eyes to a flash flood
Im a dead fly in the sky...
I can see the whispers climb the wall of silence
I can hear the faces face the expression of violence
I can feel the scent agaisnt my loose thoughts of nonsense.
and I can smell the touch of death growing towards my conciousius
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2011 4:56am
1st Aug 2011 4:56am
Code Red: 666
Code red 666
"We hault to help you, to care for you, and all we wanted is the best for you."
If you cared for me you wouldn't tie me from my knees expecting me to walk as I please.
The moon at night is dark and gloomy it's shaking as in fear and I fear that an eclipse is near. This room is dark and vocies reverbreting off the walls is all that I can hear. The whole world turned upside down and went through an abnormal metamorphisis, abortionists are knocking down my doors to abort the voices, corpses are decomposing my mind to closeness, vocies are stretching out...
"We hault to help you, to care for you, and all we wanted is the best for you."
If you cared for me you wouldn't tie me from my knees expecting me to walk as I please.
The moon at night is dark and gloomy it's shaking as in fear and I fear that an eclipse is near. This room is dark and vocies reverbreting off the walls is all that I can hear. The whole world turned upside down and went through an abnormal metamorphisis, abortionists are knocking down my doors to abort the voices, corpses are decomposing my mind to closeness, vocies are stretching out...
1144 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2011 6:06am
29th Jul 2011 6:06am
Lovely creature eyes
Her eyes are unique
they speak to you so softly that you can fall asleep on them
they touch you so hard that it moves you, creating small waves in your blood.
they speak to you so softly that you can fall asleep on them
they touch you so hard that it moves you, creating small waves in your blood.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2011 4:16am
9th Jul 2011 4:16am
Skywalker
Come fly with me to the open lands that breath the wind taking our oxygen
lets find shelter under a cave that breaks the light leaving us in complete darkness
I'll go find food like citrus fruits that gives us acid erosion and meat from animals that posinous and rabid
lets drink from the main source of survival and get sick from the bacteria
this earth is so hostile...
Instead lets climb to the sky and rest on the comfy clouds where we receive plenty of light from the sun
we will drink fresh droplets from the rain and feast off the hail
and when nightime falls...
lets find shelter under a cave that breaks the light leaving us in complete darkness
I'll go find food like citrus fruits that gives us acid erosion and meat from animals that posinous and rabid
lets drink from the main source of survival and get sick from the bacteria
this earth is so hostile...
Instead lets climb to the sky and rest on the comfy clouds where we receive plenty of light from the sun
we will drink fresh droplets from the rain and feast off the hail
and when nightime falls...
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