Submissions by butterfingerbrown (Nich Chavez)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"What new things are lost in the things I've crossed and the things I've come to love?"
DARK POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 10:04am
15th Nov 2012 10:04am
From The Eyes Against A Sonograph
A phlegmatic occasion ruined with empathy.
With gods voice raining down on me with an angered idiom.
I do digress with hopes to impress but do not mean to impose.
We cannot understand nor fathom the idea of what it means to be alone.
I am the answer, I am the rain,
you are the temptress who screams in vain.
We build the empire, we burn the sea.
We negate hopes of our peace.
From the eyes against a sonograph that will soon be set free.
From the lens of a looking glass watching all that is impending....
With gods voice raining down on me with an angered idiom.
I do digress with hopes to impress but do not mean to impose.
We cannot understand nor fathom the idea of what it means to be alone.
I am the answer, I am the rain,
you are the temptress who screams in vain.
We build the empire, we burn the sea.
We negate hopes of our peace.
From the eyes against a sonograph that will soon be set free.
From the lens of a looking glass watching all that is impending....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2012 3:07pm
22nd Mar 2012 3:07pm
Two faced being
I look at it and try to view in another perspective,
I am neglected, and my trust cannot be resurrected.
Through constant beat and let downs I am defective.
My medicine is rejected, but your well being is protected.
I need to be elevated, so I secretly emerge myself in comatose.
I don't know where to go or how to be alone,
I am seeking retribution through the telephone.
And I already know, that I tend to look at it sideways.
Staring down on highways, ready to face my past my own way.
These lies create this reality.
I get struck by am not affected as if...
I am neglected, and my trust cannot be resurrected.
Through constant beat and let downs I am defective.
My medicine is rejected, but your well being is protected.
I need to be elevated, so I secretly emerge myself in comatose.
I don't know where to go or how to be alone,
I am seeking retribution through the telephone.
And I already know, that I tend to look at it sideways.
Staring down on highways, ready to face my past my own way.
These lies create this reality.
I get struck by am not affected as if...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2012 10:55am
4th Mar 2012 10:55am
Requise
I once heard the phrase,
"I live in a world of fantasy,
So keep your reality away from me."
This got to me,
Because I thrive in a world so apart from me.
The discrepancy,
this is the enemy of my reality.
I wait silently,
for the short and steady enigma,
that is the end of fallacies.
Where are my moralities?
Why can't I stay true to the things so close me
they become inter-tangled and mangle,
and forced into a small box.
These big rocks
block me mentally with
curses and profanities.
this is insanity!
...
"I live in a world of fantasy,
So keep your reality away from me."
This got to me,
Because I thrive in a world so apart from me.
The discrepancy,
this is the enemy of my reality.
I wait silently,
for the short and steady enigma,
that is the end of fallacies.
Where are my moralities?
Why can't I stay true to the things so close me
they become inter-tangled and mangle,
and forced into a small box.
These big rocks
block me mentally with
curses and profanities.
this is insanity!
...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 00:09am
29th Oct 2011 00:09am
Two Worlds Make One.
I lay light on a bucket of my little lies.
I sit straight to conjure up people who i thought,
and still do think are gone.
But they seem to be breathing more than me.
Two worlds make one hallowed out shell of satisfaction.
Two little white lines leaves you stuck between each contraption.
Two dreams make you believe in something you've never heard of.
Two minds make you do things you've never even thought of.
I keep quick in a time stream that moves so slow.
I stay thick when your mind makes you glow.
Don't ever make me feel so metaphorical....
I sit straight to conjure up people who i thought,
and still do think are gone.
But they seem to be breathing more than me.
Two worlds make one hallowed out shell of satisfaction.
Two little white lines leaves you stuck between each contraption.
Two dreams make you believe in something you've never heard of.
Two minds make you do things you've never even thought of.
I keep quick in a time stream that moves so slow.
I stay thick when your mind makes you glow.
Don't ever make me feel so metaphorical....
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Oct 2011 3:05am
13th Oct 2011 3:05am
The strings of my existance.
Brutal immortality,
I do not wish for your end.
I only wish for a resolution,
because I've noticed you and I are becoming one.
Is that what scares me?
Maybe I have changed?
What ever it is, please make
me self aware again.
Beautiful morality,
Where have you gone?
I used to be such an honest
and just person not too long ago.
I sip on the fruits of my labors,
yet think I deserve more than I do.
Why don't I forget the past?
I need to understand that everything bad is finally gone.
Beckoning...
I do not wish for your end.
I only wish for a resolution,
because I've noticed you and I are becoming one.
Is that what scares me?
Maybe I have changed?
What ever it is, please make
me self aware again.
Beautiful morality,
Where have you gone?
I used to be such an honest
and just person not too long ago.
I sip on the fruits of my labors,
yet think I deserve more than I do.
Why don't I forget the past?
I need to understand that everything bad is finally gone.
Beckoning...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 7:03am
6th Sep 2011 7:03am
For those who find there self here again.
With loneliness comes an
unconscious sense of
existence way further
than the grip of reality.
To which I've come to know
so well that I discover each
moment with an unacknowledged
sense of confusion and disarray.
And now that each individual
second fuses into one gigantic
simultaneously moving current,
which flows endlessly with ignorance.
I find my mind, yet again stolen
from the confines of a hollow brain
which I sat in waiting, rendering no questions
except "How did I end up here again,
and why does it...
unconscious sense of
existence way further
than the grip of reality.
To which I've come to know
so well that I discover each
moment with an unacknowledged
sense of confusion and disarray.
And now that each individual
second fuses into one gigantic
simultaneously moving current,
which flows endlessly with ignorance.
I find my mind, yet again stolen
from the confines of a hollow brain
which I sat in waiting, rendering no questions
except "How did I end up here again,
and why does it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2011 00:19am
2nd Aug 2011 00:19am
Why I Fly No More.
A really, really old one that I found in my phone. I hate the poems I write in my phone but meh.
Oh God, It's the
same story again.
Sitting with the feeling
That I'll find love.
I've been searching
for blood more than hope.
But, who can really guess
the inequality of the matter?
I have been waiting
so long That i
know of no age.
How will I ever cope?
Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
Because the first thing that
comes to mind is the last thing I sing.
Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
because the...
Oh God, It's the
same story again.
Sitting with the feeling
That I'll find love.
I've been searching
for blood more than hope.
But, who can really guess
the inequality of the matter?
I have been waiting
so long That i
know of no age.
How will I ever cope?
Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
Because the first thing that
comes to mind is the last thing I sing.
Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
because the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2011 00:00am
2nd Aug 2011 00:00am
I Am Home Again.
As i sit in my desk staring at a
blank sheet of arithmetic
Trying to be completely unaware
of what is going on not so far away.
I hold it all in,
forcing my anger to stay within a small cage.
Anger, fear, sadness, still to this
day I am not aware of what it truly is.
That's is the reason I try
to drawn it all in never ending
seas of fornication, drugs,
and violent literature.
That is why I try endlessly to break
those who do not deserve it.
And to those who do not deserve it,
I only try my best to keep you as far away...
blank sheet of arithmetic
Trying to be completely unaware
of what is going on not so far away.
I hold it all in,
forcing my anger to stay within a small cage.
Anger, fear, sadness, still to this
day I am not aware of what it truly is.
That's is the reason I try
to drawn it all in never ending
seas of fornication, drugs,
and violent literature.
That is why I try endlessly to break
those who do not deserve it.
And to those who do not deserve it,
I only try my best to keep you as far away...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2011 9:42am
12th Jun 2011 9:42am
a poem written on the spot.
I can feel everything.
From every brush to every cut.
I fill each thought with endless amounts of love.
And if i were to fall flat on my face again
I dont think i would care,
although i do make myself sound like i would.
Anger is not half of the things i've
ever felt.
Nor is sadness.
I'm sorry that i'm one of the only people
that can be happy even though that light
may not be as bright as i would like it to be.
But i would try endlessly to make it so.
I have already tried without content.
And even though i have burned, and...
From every brush to every cut.
I fill each thought with endless amounts of love.
And if i were to fall flat on my face again
I dont think i would care,
although i do make myself sound like i would.
Anger is not half of the things i've
ever felt.
Nor is sadness.
I'm sorry that i'm one of the only people
that can be happy even though that light
may not be as bright as i would like it to be.
But i would try endlessly to make it so.
I have already tried without content.
And even though i have burned, and...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Jun 2011 9:57am
4th Jun 2011 9:57am
No hope here
Once again, songs are movie ideas. Thisone is about a drug addict with heart break.
I found every screaming bone in my body,
and none of them are sober.
I found everything that made me happy,
and it all lead to you.
Oh, what a vicious trail it may be.
But, its pain that the heart breaths.
I can feel it flowingthrough vains,
and i can feel every thought screaming in my brain.
No hope here.
It's been so long since i've prayed,
and i dont pray for anything good.
It's been so long since i felt anything good,
even if i did i don't...
I found every screaming bone in my body,
and none of them are sober.
I found everything that made me happy,
and it all lead to you.
Oh, what a vicious trail it may be.
But, its pain that the heart breaths.
I can feel it flowingthrough vains,
and i can feel every thought screaming in my brain.
No hope here.
It's been so long since i've prayed,
and i dont pray for anything good.
It's been so long since i felt anything good,
even if i did i don't...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Jun 2011 9:46am
4th Jun 2011 9:46am
Witch Hunt
My songs are usually my movie ideas. If you cant tell this song is about hunting a witch and burning her alive.
The trees fall behind her,
she's fallen to his hand.
He protected her,
how could she love such a man?
My torch burns red,
it tastes the end of her hair.
I only have one desire,
for her to meet the god we share.
We fall through the mud,
until i grab ahold of one of her limbs.
We drag her to the cross,
she screams the words of sin.
The town yells "Burn her!"
for she is the one to blame
Her voice...
The trees fall behind her,
she's fallen to his hand.
He protected her,
how could she love such a man?
My torch burns red,
it tastes the end of her hair.
I only have one desire,
for her to meet the god we share.
We fall through the mud,
until i grab ahold of one of her limbs.
We drag her to the cross,
she screams the words of sin.
The town yells "Burn her!"
for she is the one to blame
Her voice...
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