Submissions by blindskater11111
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 12:50pm
11th Oct 2011 12:50pm
We All Fall Down
As autumn leaves fall
I realize one small truth -
We are all but leaves.
I realize one small truth -
We are all but leaves.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2011 8:11am
9th Oct 2011 8:11am
Cause and Effect
Where do we go - we don't know where we've been.
We fight and we struggle - afflictions within.
We wine and we whimper - it's simple; we blame.
Pointing our fingers - we linger in vain.
Lying and cheating - the backstabbers game.
With morals and karma - we're drivin insane.
Our actions and motives - determine our fate.
But we kill and we steal - raising prisons with rage.
When we're lost we lose all - missing visions of change.
Insanity, calamities - Both awkward and strange.
We're imprisoned - division - separate but same. ...
We fight and we struggle - afflictions within.
We wine and we whimper - it's simple; we blame.
Pointing our fingers - we linger in vain.
Lying and cheating - the backstabbers game.
With morals and karma - we're drivin insane.
Our actions and motives - determine our fate.
But we kill and we steal - raising prisons with rage.
When we're lost we lose all - missing visions of change.
Insanity, calamities - Both awkward and strange.
We're imprisoned - division - separate but same. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 8:21pm
8th Oct 2011 8:21pm
Uncovered
Grass and leaves are gone
The ground and trees are bare -
Plain, nude, beautiful.
The ground and trees are bare -
Plain, nude, beautiful.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 8:21pm
8th Oct 2011 8:21pm
A Change in Heart Like a Change in Season
When warm love turns cold...
Like a flower, budded bold
Our love's grown too old.
Like a flower, budded bold
Our love's grown too old.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 6:51am
24th Sep 2011 6:51am
Sleep
Sleepy sorrow speaks again -
Almost angelically.
Eagerly I await it's graceful return to my life.
Restful,
Peaceful,
Somber and silent.
Is this a dream?
Or have I merely awaken from a nightmare?
Only time will tell this tale.
As I listen to the tic of the clock -
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I stare and I stir,
I stir and I stare.
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I Inhale once, and at the bottom of my breath - tic-toc, tic-toc.
I exhale to complete the motion
and at the top of my breath - tic-toc. "STOP!"
My mind screams in...
Almost angelically.
Eagerly I await it's graceful return to my life.
Restful,
Peaceful,
Somber and silent.
Is this a dream?
Or have I merely awaken from a nightmare?
Only time will tell this tale.
As I listen to the tic of the clock -
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I stare and I stir,
I stir and I stare.
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I Inhale once, and at the bottom of my breath - tic-toc, tic-toc.
I exhale to complete the motion
and at the top of my breath - tic-toc. "STOP!"
My mind screams in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 8:41am
23rd Sep 2011 8:41am
Sleep
Sleepy sorrow speaks again -
Almost angelically.
Eagerly I await it's graceful return to my life.
Restful,
Peaceful,
Somber and silent.
Is this a dream?
Or have I merely awaken from a nightmare?
Only time will tell this tale.
As I listen to the tic of the clock -
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I stare and I stir,
I stir and I stare.
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I Inhale once, and at the bottom of my breath - tic-toc, tic-toc.
I exhale to complete the motion
and at the top of my breath - tic-toc. "STOP!"
My mind screams...
Almost angelically.
Eagerly I await it's graceful return to my life.
Restful,
Peaceful,
Somber and silent.
Is this a dream?
Or have I merely awaken from a nightmare?
Only time will tell this tale.
As I listen to the tic of the clock -
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I stare and I stir,
I stir and I stare.
Tic-toc, tic-toc.
I Inhale once, and at the bottom of my breath - tic-toc, tic-toc.
I exhale to complete the motion
and at the top of my breath - tic-toc. "STOP!"
My mind screams...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 1:56am
18th Sep 2011 1:56am
Snail Vs. Salt
So I bid farewell on this infernal roller coaster
We call life.
Where no rules apply,
except those in which we govern ourselves
and hold so dearly to our souls.
Sit back and breathe the beauty before it withers away
Before it's ripped from our lungs
For nothing more than the mere lack of appreciation
We surround ourselves in.
Smell all the pretty colours for they are plentiful
for those blessed enough to take a look
And feel the vibrations and gentle clicks of insanity
for this may be our only chance to survive.
And always remember...
We call life.
Where no rules apply,
except those in which we govern ourselves
and hold so dearly to our souls.
Sit back and breathe the beauty before it withers away
Before it's ripped from our lungs
For nothing more than the mere lack of appreciation
We surround ourselves in.
Smell all the pretty colours for they are plentiful
for those blessed enough to take a look
And feel the vibrations and gentle clicks of insanity
for this may be our only chance to survive.
And always remember...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 1:53am
18th Sep 2011 1:53am
A Letter to the Editor
How can this be?
How have you been?
My friend it has been too long to remember.
A fierce stint of fantasy tells our story.
A fairy-tale unlike any other.
I remember the days - the nights like these.
We were happy. We were always happy.
but those days, those nights are gone.
And we're left with remnants of the past
and smiles that drift away in the wind.
Where have we gone?
But did we ever really leave?
Because you - and I are still here.
And those nights and days still look the same.
And the wind is still blowing -
Only those smiles...
How have you been?
My friend it has been too long to remember.
A fierce stint of fantasy tells our story.
A fairy-tale unlike any other.
I remember the days - the nights like these.
We were happy. We were always happy.
but those days, those nights are gone.
And we're left with remnants of the past
and smiles that drift away in the wind.
Where have we gone?
But did we ever really leave?
Because you - and I are still here.
And those nights and days still look the same.
And the wind is still blowing -
Only those smiles...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 8:17am
3rd Sep 2011 8:17am
If I Could Have a Brief Moment
A subtle sense of release -(this is urgent)
And we fare-well to this mock-heroic travesty.
Desperate eyes leave desperate ties -
On a forbidden paradise. Where beauty lies - Lives,
Not a single-one understands the consequence.
Not a single-one feels the pull.
A burden unlike the rest leaves a residual residue
Of broken stares and blank promises.
This hiatus reaches it's end
and we too must come to fruition.
This was only a game,
This has always been the game.
And we fare-well to this mock-heroic travesty.
Desperate eyes leave desperate ties -
On a forbidden paradise. Where beauty lies - Lives,
Not a single-one understands the consequence.
Not a single-one feels the pull.
A burden unlike the rest leaves a residual residue
Of broken stares and blank promises.
This hiatus reaches it's end
and we too must come to fruition.
This was only a game,
This has always been the game.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 8:14am
3rd Sep 2011 8:14am
Angels and Aristocrats
Bewildering silence speaks softly.
Alluring with promises of quick profit,
With nothing to gain.
With nothing to lose a confused boy
Turns his life to the sky.
A questionable outcome.
A life once lived by artisans
Hastens to a disfigured smile.
All the while he spreads his wings.
All the while an angel whispers
"There are some things you should know."
And with a sudden lack of control,
The boy let go.
Now watch him as he falls to the ground
And the irony soaks the soil and turns a deep red.
Once again the silence is fed...
Alluring with promises of quick profit,
With nothing to gain.
With nothing to lose a confused boy
Turns his life to the sky.
A questionable outcome.
A life once lived by artisans
Hastens to a disfigured smile.
All the while he spreads his wings.
All the while an angel whispers
"There are some things you should know."
And with a sudden lack of control,
The boy let go.
Now watch him as he falls to the ground
And the irony soaks the soil and turns a deep red.
Once again the silence is fed...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2011 9:18am
28th Aug 2011 9:18am
A Different Perspective
My hands are shaking a terrible truth.
- When the wind whispers hello,
I wave back into the sea-
I breath in the sights long left and forgotten.
I am calm now for the moon has shown his face-
and I am free to be myself;
where no shadows dare hide,
the worlds blemishes turn to beauty
and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay.
I whisper one more solemn breath
"It feels good to be alive."
- When the wind whispers hello,
I wave back into the sea-
I breath in the sights long left and forgotten.
I am calm now for the moon has shown his face-
and I am free to be myself;
where no shadows dare hide,
the worlds blemishes turn to beauty
and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay.
I whisper one more solemn breath
"It feels good to be alive."
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2011 9:10am
28th Aug 2011 9:10am
A Child of My Own
I've been eager ever since it was but a child.
A mere morsel of thought.
But who knew the damage it could do.
Because this child grew fast with devastating enthusiasm.
It was smaller; than equal; than bigger than I have ever been.
Not to mention I shrunk and cowered as it aggrandized at alarming rates.
After all it was feeding off of me, that carnivorous bitch.
Or maybe that's not it at all.
What do you call something that feeds off of souls?
But the worst part is, I didn't notice, couldn't notice, wouldn't be bothered.
But I knew all along.
As...
A mere morsel of thought.
But who knew the damage it could do.
Because this child grew fast with devastating enthusiasm.
It was smaller; than equal; than bigger than I have ever been.
Not to mention I shrunk and cowered as it aggrandized at alarming rates.
After all it was feeding off of me, that carnivorous bitch.
Or maybe that's not it at all.
What do you call something that feeds off of souls?
But the worst part is, I didn't notice, couldn't notice, wouldn't be bothered.
But I knew all along.
As...
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