Submissions by cheesypocket (Ken)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is ken. I am my own wall constantly climbing in life. I wish to re-kick start my love(as well as my hate) for writing and get some content going.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 2:58am
3rd Jul 2012 2:58am
Let there be light
Let there be light they said
Let there be the holy light
For the night grows old
But still the clouds graze over the skies
Let there be light
Let there be light
Shine bright should the heavens
Dancing to the darkness considered a blight
Let there be light
A path to salvation
A path to freedom
Remind us of what could be
Out comes the moon
A first sliver of light
Seemingly punching a whole in the dark
Peeking its face to our blue sphere
Let there be Light
The silver color roams the land
Paths once...
Let there be the holy light
For the night grows old
But still the clouds graze over the skies
Let there be light
Let there be light
Shine bright should the heavens
Dancing to the darkness considered a blight
Let there be light
A path to salvation
A path to freedom
Remind us of what could be
Out comes the moon
A first sliver of light
Seemingly punching a whole in the dark
Peeking its face to our blue sphere
Let there be Light
The silver color roams the land
Paths once...
740 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 6:25am
21st Jun 2012 6:25am
The Final Kiss?
The night has turned
Sun still in the distance
The void has begun
Swirling
Turning
Sucking
Natures most powerful force
Where even light
It can't take its normal course
Destructive
Invisible
Invincible
There is still light
For within our hearts
We still hold each others love
Strong
Magnetic
Bliss
And with the world ending
Distortion of physics in the mix
We make our kiss
Strange
Emotional
Dramatic
Our whole world changes
Fields of flowers we find ourselves...
Sun still in the distance
The void has begun
Swirling
Turning
Sucking
Natures most powerful force
Where even light
It can't take its normal course
Destructive
Invisible
Invincible
There is still light
For within our hearts
We still hold each others love
Strong
Magnetic
Bliss
And with the world ending
Distortion of physics in the mix
We make our kiss
Strange
Emotional
Dramatic
Our whole world changes
Fields of flowers we find ourselves...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 6:01pm
19th Jun 2012 6:01pm
My Goodbye
My bad, I'm sorry
The drama unfolds
Emotions
Conviction
Should be better left undone
Mistakes were made
Words were said
Anger
Grudges
These times become become memories
All is now bittersweet
Sharing stories and listening
Calm
Complete
Our bonding become another feat
What is now and what should have been
We are all human
Imperfect
Shallow
But our hearts shall remain the same
Now let life spring
The tides will cleanse our bodies
Fresh
Enlightened
We set to...
The drama unfolds
Emotions
Conviction
Should be better left undone
Mistakes were made
Words were said
Anger
Grudges
These times become become memories
All is now bittersweet
Sharing stories and listening
Calm
Complete
Our bonding become another feat
What is now and what should have been
We are all human
Imperfect
Shallow
But our hearts shall remain the same
Now let life spring
The tides will cleanse our bodies
Fresh
Enlightened
We set to...
577 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 8:14pm
15th Jun 2012 8:14pm
w is for....
W is what?!
The expression after seeing the weird
The horrible and ugly
It put me in fear
W is for Wally
The world known for all its quirks
With creatures all for low prices
While workers go without perks
W is for way out insane
The legendary Sasquatch shows
Roaring feircly without grace
And bare without linen, an unfamiliar face
W is for wrong for the many different levels
my brain is scarred for life
As for the children too that saw
It makes me want to go away, PEDDLE PEDDLE PEDDLE!
W is for worn in which...
The expression after seeing the weird
The horrible and ugly
It put me in fear
W is for Wally
The world known for all its quirks
With creatures all for low prices
While workers go without perks
W is for way out insane
The legendary Sasquatch shows
Roaring feircly without grace
And bare without linen, an unfamiliar face
W is for wrong for the many different levels
my brain is scarred for life
As for the children too that saw
It makes me want to go away, PEDDLE PEDDLE PEDDLE!
W is for worn in which...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 9:51am
13th Jun 2012 9:51am
A Creature of Fear Within
Anger and be angered
Fear and be feared
Chaos from order
Or order from chaos?
How will the anxiety take its place
Which place will it stab
How long before it pushes me off the cliff
I don't want its prediction written on the slab
Its gnawing with razor sharp teeth
Clawing its way into me
Ever so persistent
Even more so dangerous
The insanity
the sweat and bloody veins it reaps
who will be its next victim
when will we have to weep
Its calling in the darkness from within
Bringing up horrible images
a...
Fear and be feared
Chaos from order
Or order from chaos?
How will the anxiety take its place
Which place will it stab
How long before it pushes me off the cliff
I don't want its prediction written on the slab
Its gnawing with razor sharp teeth
Clawing its way into me
Ever so persistent
Even more so dangerous
The insanity
the sweat and bloody veins it reaps
who will be its next victim
when will we have to weep
Its calling in the darkness from within
Bringing up horrible images
a...
734 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2012 6:29pm
5th Jun 2012 6:29pm
Life vs Death
It starts with a ominous cloud. Fog shrouding the mid day with a bright orange hue with the smell of smoke enveloping the senses. An arrow can be seen stuck in the oak tree and swords can be heard clashing. The ground is littered with corpses and soaked with velvet blood. Armor rusting in the blood and the air growing saturated as the blood continues to puddle over the battle field.
The last two remaining soldiers, one from the red themed uniform and another from a blue themed uniform, fight to the death. A sword hits producing a spark on the instant it hits and then another. Red...
The last two remaining soldiers, one from the red themed uniform and another from a blue themed uniform, fight to the death. A sword hits producing a spark on the instant it hits and then another. Red...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 5:21pm
5th Jun 2012 5:21pm
Who am I made of clay?
I am made of clay
A blank slate at the start of the day
Dull in the sun
Have yet to see the days fun
A spin here
A mark there
Faster spins the sphere
I take shape with care
Flattened to a disc
Heated and molded
To served and be served
to be the silver plate for ones platter
Its grown hotter and I've melted down
Losing my shape with a frown
Useless I become
or am I temporarily done?
It starts to rain
and back into the ground I go
only to wait for my shape again
in times flow
I am made of...
A blank slate at the start of the day
Dull in the sun
Have yet to see the days fun
A spin here
A mark there
Faster spins the sphere
I take shape with care
Flattened to a disc
Heated and molded
To served and be served
to be the silver plate for ones platter
Its grown hotter and I've melted down
Losing my shape with a frown
Useless I become
or am I temporarily done?
It starts to rain
and back into the ground I go
only to wait for my shape again
in times flow
I am made of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 6:57am
5th Jun 2012 6:57am
Of Man and Machine
Description: This poem on top of my previous one posted, (A Lost Soul) was also made in 2011. I think this was one of my best observation poems I have made about society in general.
Please enjoy.
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A feather holds us higher than we can fathom
The freedoms it gives, we wish we had them.
To soar into the sky towards the sun
To say that our accomplishments are well done.
However it is sad to say many are held down by metal
As the times advance, so will the tools we...
Please enjoy.
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A feather holds us higher than we can fathom
The freedoms it gives, we wish we had them.
To soar into the sky towards the sun
To say that our accomplishments are well done.
However it is sad to say many are held down by metal
As the times advance, so will the tools we...
667 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 6:52am
5th Jun 2012 6:52am
A lost soul
Description: I tried separating this the best I could as fiction press never fixed their spacing when you actually hit "space bar" to separate your lines. I hope you all enjoy.
This was originally made in 2011.
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I have too many imperfections
Too many even for you to see
Emotions swim in my chaos of thoughts
While scars of sadness seep
Tearing at myself
Attempting to get to the core
To my own heart where
Love lacks the most
...
This was originally made in 2011.
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I have too many imperfections
Too many even for you to see
Emotions swim in my chaos of thoughts
While scars of sadness seep
Tearing at myself
Attempting to get to the core
To my own heart where
Love lacks the most
...
669 reads
1 Comment
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