Submissions by cosmosalone200
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2017 3:28pm
7th Jun 2017 3:28pm
Leviathan
Twas night
And I was dreaming
And in my dream I woke
Submerged in water
And for a moment I panicked
For I feared I would drown
But I breathed as freely in the water
As I would on land
The water around is blue
But deepens and turns black in the distance
I look up
The water seems endless
As if a hundred thousand leagues stood between me and the surface
I feel a shifting in the water
And I turn to stare into the darkness
I see nothing
So I turn my face away
The water shifts again
It’s stronger this...
And I was dreaming
And in my dream I woke
Submerged in water
And for a moment I panicked
For I feared I would drown
But I breathed as freely in the water
As I would on land
The water around is blue
But deepens and turns black in the distance
I look up
The water seems endless
As if a hundred thousand leagues stood between me and the surface
I feel a shifting in the water
And I turn to stare into the darkness
I see nothing
So I turn my face away
The water shifts again
It’s stronger this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 8:25am
11th Jan 2016 8:25am
Greyscale
Their vision of the world
He finds it strange
He truly does
Their vision of black and white
So stark
So simple
He fears he cannot hope to understand them
For his mind is awash in chaos
And filled with visions of grey
Oh how he wishes to see like them
To know the line between right and wrong
But the mind would not allow
And his thoughts are plagued with doubts
His path is unclear
And he can’t but stumble his way
Through his world of grey
He finds it strange
He truly does
Their vision of black and white
So stark
So simple
He fears he cannot hope to understand them
For his mind is awash in chaos
And filled with visions of grey
Oh how he wishes to see like them
To know the line between right and wrong
But the mind would not allow
And his thoughts are plagued with doubts
His path is unclear
And he can’t but stumble his way
Through his world of grey
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 11:41am
24th Nov 2015 11:41am
Mirrored
This woman I see
Staring at me across the way
So close yet so far away
With only a pane of fragileness
To protect me from her gaze
Every feature, so familiar
Her face, etched in my memory
Yet her gaze I know not
In her eyes, I see a stranger
One with a soul of ice
But this stranger is familiar
Her darkness is known to me
For I see her everyday
She, my other self
She who hides behind the glass
A mere reflection in our world
She is my darkness
She is my madness
She is a nightmare in its truest form...
Staring at me across the way
So close yet so far away
With only a pane of fragileness
To protect me from her gaze
Every feature, so familiar
Her face, etched in my memory
Yet her gaze I know not
In her eyes, I see a stranger
One with a soul of ice
But this stranger is familiar
Her darkness is known to me
For I see her everyday
She, my other self
She who hides behind the glass
A mere reflection in our world
She is my darkness
She is my madness
She is a nightmare in its truest form...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2015 1:29pm
27th Oct 2015 1:29pm
Up, up High
Down below; in the deepest of depths
Down here they keep him chained
Here he sees not the sky
Feels not the wind nor the sun
Deep below; his body lays chained
Only in his dreams does he escape from his hell
In slumber he flies
Up onto the sky; like an eagle true and sure
The peaks of the snow capped mountains
They have no say
Over the limits to which me may soar
But his body remains chained down below
Wait! Here they come to take him away!
They drag his near-corpse up endless stairs
His neck on the block
The axe falls down;...
Down here they keep him chained
Here he sees not the sky
Feels not the wind nor the sun
Deep below; his body lays chained
Only in his dreams does he escape from his hell
In slumber he flies
Up onto the sky; like an eagle true and sure
The peaks of the snow capped mountains
They have no say
Over the limits to which me may soar
But his body remains chained down below
Wait! Here they come to take him away!
They drag his near-corpse up endless stairs
His neck on the block
The axe falls down;...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2015 1:29pm
27th Oct 2015 1:29pm
The Emerald Courtesan
I gaze at her beauty and hide my face in shame
For I am not worthy of such splendor and grace
The lady, she truly is, a wonder to behold
Her hair, locks of gleaming chestnut, falling in a wild tumble of sensual grace
Her face, so fine, so lovely, Aphrodite herself screams in righteous fury
Eyes, so clear, with purity beyond compare
Their hue so green that emeralds may weep with envy
Her skin the finest ivory; her figure without flaw
She dances, I declare, with feet lighter than a feather
Her voice, a melody so sweet, no songbird can compare
Her wit, her...
For I am not worthy of such splendor and grace
The lady, she truly is, a wonder to behold
Her hair, locks of gleaming chestnut, falling in a wild tumble of sensual grace
Her face, so fine, so lovely, Aphrodite herself screams in righteous fury
Eyes, so clear, with purity beyond compare
Their hue so green that emeralds may weep with envy
Her skin the finest ivory; her figure without flaw
She dances, I declare, with feet lighter than a feather
Her voice, a melody so sweet, no songbird can compare
Her wit, her...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 6:51pm
26th Oct 2015 6:51pm
Septic Paradise
The merciless sea shows us no mercy
It tosses our ship like a leaf in the wind
Stamping its dominance in the hearts of our strongest
My grip loosens; my feet fall from under me
The sea tosses and I am plunged into blackness
My eyes open and the sun blazes forth
Am I dead? I feel sand beneath my hands
No, I live but in a place I know not
Rising to my feet, I turn and face
The place that shall for now serve as home
A week now I have lived here
In this wild paradise
Lush fruits fill my belly
Springs of crystal water...
It tosses our ship like a leaf in the wind
Stamping its dominance in the hearts of our strongest
My grip loosens; my feet fall from under me
The sea tosses and I am plunged into blackness
My eyes open and the sun blazes forth
Am I dead? I feel sand beneath my hands
No, I live but in a place I know not
Rising to my feet, I turn and face
The place that shall for now serve as home
A week now I have lived here
In this wild paradise
Lush fruits fill my belly
Springs of crystal water...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 6:50pm
26th Oct 2015 6:50pm
Deviant Daughter
A beautiful girl
This image of my daughter
A lovely woman
On every painting
But the tendencies display the truth
Of her deviant nature
A match must be made
Such is her duty
But she will hear not of marriage
And threatens suicide at the mention of it
Truly a ponderous thing
My dear deviant daughter
Patience I pray, be granted to me
For I have none left for her scandalous ways
This image of my daughter
A lovely woman
On every painting
But the tendencies display the truth
Of her deviant nature
A match must be made
Such is her duty
But she will hear not of marriage
And threatens suicide at the mention of it
Truly a ponderous thing
My dear deviant daughter
Patience I pray, be granted to me
For I have none left for her scandalous ways
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 8:52am
26th Oct 2015 8:52am
Caution In The Wind
Every day the same theme
Day after day
Morning, noon, and night
Without a single change of pace
Their roles are defined
They know no other way
A baker’s daughter
Pretty lass
With flour on her cheek
Kneads the dough
And bakes the bread
Without break she toils all day
A noble’s daughter
Delicate thing
All dressed up in silk and lace
Powdered with rouge
In idle boredom
She passes her days
Till she is found a good match
Pretty ladies
Lowborn and highborn
Lovely ladies
Would you not change...
Day after day
Morning, noon, and night
Without a single change of pace
Their roles are defined
They know no other way
A baker’s daughter
Pretty lass
With flour on her cheek
Kneads the dough
And bakes the bread
Without break she toils all day
A noble’s daughter
Delicate thing
All dressed up in silk and lace
Powdered with rouge
In idle boredom
She passes her days
Till she is found a good match
Pretty ladies
Lowborn and highborn
Lovely ladies
Would you not change...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 8:50am
26th Oct 2015 8:50am
Before you Bow
You stand today, oh gallant knight
Before your great liege lord
Your armor is gleaming
And your banners are flying
You come before your king to kneel at his service
But before you bend your knee, dear knight, I beg you hear me
Yes before you bow, dear knight, please hear my words
Please open your eyes, to the man here before you
And see him through another’s eyes
He dons a cloth of gold; with jewels on his brow
While his people wear rags and shiver in cold
He eats the finest cuts and lives in a palace of treasures
While his people starve...
Before your great liege lord
Your armor is gleaming
And your banners are flying
You come before your king to kneel at his service
But before you bend your knee, dear knight, I beg you hear me
Yes before you bow, dear knight, please hear my words
Please open your eyes, to the man here before you
And see him through another’s eyes
He dons a cloth of gold; with jewels on his brow
While his people wear rags and shiver in cold
He eats the finest cuts and lives in a palace of treasures
While his people starve...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 4:58pm
15th Oct 2015 4:58pm
Burn
I feel strange
My body is ablaze
What is this ache?
What is this need?
Am I in hell?
What is happening?
What is he doing to me?
His touch scorches me
His breath; a flame upon my skin
What is this?
I feel my body burning
My skin sweltering in this inferno
My soul blazing asunder
Will this not stop?
Or will he render me to ashes?
This fire
It burns within
The pain cleaving me to pieces
Why do I crave it so?
Why do I crave him so?
This need
This infernal need
Is driving me to madness
I feel my sanity...
My body is ablaze
What is this ache?
What is this need?
Am I in hell?
What is happening?
What is he doing to me?
His touch scorches me
His breath; a flame upon my skin
What is this?
I feel my body burning
My skin sweltering in this inferno
My soul blazing asunder
Will this not stop?
Or will he render me to ashes?
This fire
It burns within
The pain cleaving me to pieces
Why do I crave it so?
Why do I crave him so?
This need
This infernal need
Is driving me to madness
I feel my sanity...
810 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 5:18pm
19th Aug 2015 5:18pm
Point of view
A quandary my dear, is it not?
A curious state of affairs, on every twist and turn
What what my dear? What is this that you say?
A villain he must be?
Why must he be?
His deeds you say?
But my dear who is to say, he is not a hero in his brain?
What is bad, what is good?
I cannot say. Can you?
The line between good and evil, so often is it blurred
Why murderers and rapists can be heroes in their own eyes
Even a babe, just born, can be a villain to another
What of me, you say?
What...
A curious state of affairs, on every twist and turn
What what my dear? What is this that you say?
A villain he must be?
Why must he be?
His deeds you say?
But my dear who is to say, he is not a hero in his brain?
What is bad, what is good?
I cannot say. Can you?
The line between good and evil, so often is it blurred
Why murderers and rapists can be heroes in their own eyes
Even a babe, just born, can be a villain to another
What of me, you say?
What...
636 reads
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