Submissions by bloody_ashe (Ashe)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry doesn't need to be in a certain form or a simple way. its about worlds that have meaning..or just words on your mind. So no matter who you are...you can be a poet. You can write about how the sky is green and it would be beautiful.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 4:26am
28th Aug 2012 4:26am
Eternal
Scale the wall.
Fear is ignorance dressed in its Sunday best.
Fear is the sound of a father's silent grieving.
Scale the wall.
Fear is the absence of truth and compassion.
Fear is plastered with layers of self-doubt.
Scale the wall.
Fear is a universal companion to sensitive souls.
Fear is simply a one-syllable word begging to be replaced.
Scale the wall.
Fear is limited.
Managed by faith
Conquered by grace
Hope lies on the other side
Ready to embrace and support
Life's eternal...
Fear is ignorance dressed in its Sunday best.
Fear is the sound of a father's silent grieving.
Scale the wall.
Fear is the absence of truth and compassion.
Fear is plastered with layers of self-doubt.
Scale the wall.
Fear is a universal companion to sensitive souls.
Fear is simply a one-syllable word begging to be replaced.
Scale the wall.
Fear is limited.
Managed by faith
Conquered by grace
Hope lies on the other side
Ready to embrace and support
Life's eternal...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 4:18am
28th Aug 2012 4:18am
I'm sorry sister,
So devastatingly beautiful,
Yet none will turn there head towards you,
With disgust or pity,
You cant see the looks,
If only you knew how they look at you.
Your so beautiful.
You don't deserve it,
You were born this way,
The doctors cant fix you,
I swore I would protect you,
You were a beautiful baby,
Especially when you smiled at me,
If only you knew.
Your so beautiful.
You can hear our words,
Understand them,
Yet you wont ever respond,
You say meaningless noises,
You don't understand. ...
Yet none will turn there head towards you,
With disgust or pity,
You cant see the looks,
If only you knew how they look at you.
Your so beautiful.
You don't deserve it,
You were born this way,
The doctors cant fix you,
I swore I would protect you,
You were a beautiful baby,
Especially when you smiled at me,
If only you knew.
Your so beautiful.
You can hear our words,
Understand them,
Yet you wont ever respond,
You say meaningless noises,
You don't understand. ...
#sister
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2012 6:11am
24th Aug 2012 6:11am
My Reincarnation.
A pretty girl, age unknown.
Came into town, left town.
Not a word from her mouth,
Not a glance at anyone else.
She buys bread and tea.
She does this for three years.
Comes to the town every week on Saturday.
Always wearing a green emerald cloak.
Her hair a fine white.
People gossip shes an old woman.
People gossip she is a witch.
One day an adventurous boy,
a boy of 16,
follows this 'Witch'
He wants to see who she is.
He just doesn't want to be bored.
The girl alone travels into a winding path.
It...
Came into town, left town.
Not a word from her mouth,
Not a glance at anyone else.
She buys bread and tea.
She does this for three years.
Comes to the town every week on Saturday.
Always wearing a green emerald cloak.
Her hair a fine white.
People gossip shes an old woman.
People gossip she is a witch.
One day an adventurous boy,
a boy of 16,
follows this 'Witch'
He wants to see who she is.
He just doesn't want to be bored.
The girl alone travels into a winding path.
It...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 9:49pm
23rd Aug 2012 9:49pm
I am
I wonder what its like to live
I hear the darkness beckoning me
I see nothing but the endless darkness
I want to have my soul back
I am alone
I pretend I'm alive
I feel like I am brushing against reality
I touch the cool watery darkness as it slips through my fingers
I worry about how i'm going to last here
I cry for my lost soul
I am alone
I understand I will never be alive again
I say I can't ever find my soul
I dream one day i can find peace
I try to seek for my rest
I hope for a way out
I am alone
I hear the darkness beckoning me
I see nothing but the endless darkness
I want to have my soul back
I am alone
I pretend I'm alive
I feel like I am brushing against reality
I touch the cool watery darkness as it slips through my fingers
I worry about how i'm going to last here
I cry for my lost soul
I am alone
I understand I will never be alive again
I say I can't ever find my soul
I dream one day i can find peace
I try to seek for my rest
I hope for a way out
I am alone
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 9:35pm
23rd Aug 2012 9:35pm
Flames I wield
Walking down a decaying street,
With every step I take,
I only spread the venom.
I stop under a lamp.
‘Why so bright’ I ask
I touch it,
The light burns out.
Down this alley,
Sharp toothed grins
Husky laughing,
Oh,
Now look what I’ve done,
I’ve infected this,
Innocent cat.
It stares up at me,
‘why so mean’ it asks
I pick it up.
Stroke its fur.
Footsteps recede in the dark.
Vacant homes scream with out a sound.
The wind seems doleful,
For even its tunes are asleep.
...
With every step I take,
I only spread the venom.
I stop under a lamp.
‘Why so bright’ I ask
I touch it,
The light burns out.
Down this alley,
Sharp toothed grins
Husky laughing,
Oh,
Now look what I’ve done,
I’ve infected this,
Innocent cat.
It stares up at me,
‘why so mean’ it asks
I pick it up.
Stroke its fur.
Footsteps recede in the dark.
Vacant homes scream with out a sound.
The wind seems doleful,
For even its tunes are asleep.
...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 6:01am
20th Aug 2012 6:01am
Elan vital
You talk of misfortunes,
When you've only lost worldly possessions.
-
You talk of anger,
When you spill your Earl Grey tea
-
You talk of despair,
when you cant afford something pretty.
-
You talk of the lies,
When you have yet to be deceived.
-
You talk of revenge,
when you have not yet tasted its wrath.
-
'Yes my lord,
I will redeem your lost crown,'
And give you my blood.
-
...
When you've only lost worldly possessions.
-
You talk of anger,
When you spill your Earl Grey tea
-
You talk of despair,
when you cant afford something pretty.
-
You talk of the lies,
When you have yet to be deceived.
-
You talk of revenge,
when you have not yet tasted its wrath.
-
'Yes my lord,
I will redeem your lost crown,'
And give you my blood.
-
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 6:38am
19th Aug 2012 6:38am
Soulmates?
When I found you, I didn't feel whole, or completed.
No.. it felt more like the frayed edge where
my soul was torn from yours at the source
was suddenly re-threaded and delicately mended,
as if all souls are ripped from a mighty sheet
of satiny material, and ours were originally
side by side.
When I met you, it was as if, finally,
we were once again seamlessly attached down the middle
and fraying collectively on the outer hems of us,
like the beginnings of a textile jigsaw puzzle.
This isn't a Hollywood movie.
We're not a pair of...
No.. it felt more like the frayed edge where
my soul was torn from yours at the source
was suddenly re-threaded and delicately mended,
as if all souls are ripped from a mighty sheet
of satiny material, and ours were originally
side by side.
When I met you, it was as if, finally,
we were once again seamlessly attached down the middle
and fraying collectively on the outer hems of us,
like the beginnings of a textile jigsaw puzzle.
This isn't a Hollywood movie.
We're not a pair of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 4:31am
19th Aug 2012 4:31am
The Endless Red Ocean
The Endless Red Ocean.
Flashes,
Glimpses,
Memory banks.
I search and I search,
The only thing I can see,
Is the red of my lid.
I feel moisture on my cheek,
Whispers somewhere beyond reach,
Short wispy sobs.
Small tingly itch,
A warmth licking my heart,
Cool fingers stoking my skin.
A sadness lost in time,
Anger pushing a dam,
Fear in the air I breath.
Its been this way,
Years?
Seconds?
Something lurks in the shadows,
My incision of wonder,
Screams haunt...
Flashes,
Glimpses,
Memory banks.
I search and I search,
The only thing I can see,
Is the red of my lid.
I feel moisture on my cheek,
Whispers somewhere beyond reach,
Short wispy sobs.
Small tingly itch,
A warmth licking my heart,
Cool fingers stoking my skin.
A sadness lost in time,
Anger pushing a dam,
Fear in the air I breath.
Its been this way,
Years?
Seconds?
Something lurks in the shadows,
My incision of wonder,
Screams haunt...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2012 00:24am
18th Aug 2012 00:24am
Broken (in Latin too)
I cry,
I scream,
I can still beg,
You still leave me broken hearted.
You did say you loved me,
Did you not?
You said you didn't ever want to leave.
I trusted you with my entire being.
So why did you rip it away from me?
You left without an explanation.
We were so happy.
I dont understand.
I'll fall down here,
Don't come back,
Let me die here.
I had enough of you,
I refuse to believe your pittyful lies.
'It was all my fault'
I don't buy it.
I only want to die mot.
My wrists are accidentaly cut,...
I scream,
I can still beg,
You still leave me broken hearted.
You did say you loved me,
Did you not?
You said you didn't ever want to leave.
I trusted you with my entire being.
So why did you rip it away from me?
You left without an explanation.
We were so happy.
I dont understand.
I'll fall down here,
Don't come back,
Let me die here.
I had enough of you,
I refuse to believe your pittyful lies.
'It was all my fault'
I don't buy it.
I only want to die mot.
My wrists are accidentaly cut,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 11:55pm
17th Aug 2012 11:55pm
Now I'm gone
I'm a sponge.
I can help you clean,
I can make you shine.
Yet like a sponge,
I get old.
My surfaces get scratches first,
Especially on those knives,
But soon im cut deep through the middle.
But this doesn't stop you,
From using me.
You pile your problems up on top of me.
But then im lost.
The 'water' was never drained.
I rot and start to become useless
This still dosnt stop you.
You clean me by roughly washing me,
I'm still not perfect.
I still have a gouge in my middle.
You use me and use...
I can help you clean,
I can make you shine.
Yet like a sponge,
I get old.
My surfaces get scratches first,
Especially on those knives,
But soon im cut deep through the middle.
But this doesn't stop you,
From using me.
You pile your problems up on top of me.
But then im lost.
The 'water' was never drained.
I rot and start to become useless
This still dosnt stop you.
You clean me by roughly washing me,
I'm still not perfect.
I still have a gouge in my middle.
You use me and use...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 8:38pm
13th Aug 2012 8:38pm
The girl who bled. Vol. 4
The tip of the
double edged knife,
looking me the in the eye.
Should I fear it?
The knife,
sharp on both sides,
the boy,
small and fragile.
Can he even wield it?
"I cant" the boy argues.
Arguing with himself.
"I'm hungry" he replies.
"But we love her!"
The boy points the knife,
to his own heart.
"Please help me" the boy cries
"No!" he screams.
I sink,
into my own head.
There is a outstanding icy ink,
covering the past.
I sit for an eternity.
I wake...
double edged knife,
looking me the in the eye.
Should I fear it?
The knife,
sharp on both sides,
the boy,
small and fragile.
Can he even wield it?
"I cant" the boy argues.
Arguing with himself.
"I'm hungry" he replies.
"But we love her!"
The boy points the knife,
to his own heart.
"Please help me" the boy cries
"No!" he screams.
I sink,
into my own head.
There is a outstanding icy ink,
covering the past.
I sit for an eternity.
I wake...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 10:47am
12th Aug 2012 10:47am
The girl who bled. Vol. 3
My sight fades,
inky black.
I feel no pain,
he rips me open,
Why did I take the small red pill?
The ink still stands,
I can hear..
the sound of tears,
and there soft fall.
A long eternity passed,
the ink fades slowly,
I can see now..
a white room..
No,
there is a boy,
he looked red.
red.
Pain,
Blossoms of pain.
My body has stitches.
Covering me.
I cant remember,
Why am hurting?
Cant I remember?
I am red.
Red.
I shift...
inky black.
I feel no pain,
he rips me open,
Why did I take the small red pill?
The ink still stands,
I can hear..
the sound of tears,
and there soft fall.
A long eternity passed,
the ink fades slowly,
I can see now..
a white room..
No,
there is a boy,
he looked red.
red.
Pain,
Blossoms of pain.
My body has stitches.
Covering me.
I cant remember,
Why am hurting?
Cant I remember?
I am red.
Red.
I shift...
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