Submissions by deathdealer34
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2016 9:07am
9th Sep 2016 9:07am
fleeting hopes and dreams
Hope,
a fleeting emotional connection to what one wants to believe but can never truly be as age darkens the once twinkleing eyes, the lost constant smile paired with uncontrollable laughter of the once innocent iner child,
turning the playfully erratic yet beautiful behavior into a frivolous routine ment to crush the childish creativity of hopes and dreams.
a fleeting emotional connection to what one wants to believe but can never truly be as age darkens the once twinkleing eyes, the lost constant smile paired with uncontrollable laughter of the once innocent iner child,
turning the playfully erratic yet beautiful behavior into a frivolous routine ment to crush the childish creativity of hopes and dreams.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2013 3:23am
5th May 2013 3:23am
Never Better To Forget
Do not draw my mind's eye towards the darkness,
My flesh has felt it's icy embrace many a time,
The chill working deep past the muscle and sinew and into my soul,
But it is not fear of the darkness that causes my trepidation,
But the fear of myself...
Do not draw my mind's eye towards the darkness,
For I hold memories of home and chilling comfort in the depths
This is not a poem done by deathdealer34
This is by Me D.N.
We've decided to share the account insomuch as we...
My flesh has felt it's icy embrace many a time,
The chill working deep past the muscle and sinew and into my soul,
But it is not fear of the darkness that causes my trepidation,
But the fear of myself...
Do not draw my mind's eye towards the darkness,
For I hold memories of home and chilling comfort in the depths
This is not a poem done by deathdealer34
This is by Me D.N.
We've decided to share the account insomuch as we...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 8:00pm
18th Dec 2012 8:00pm
our senses
our eyes turn blind to the deformed child left to die in the cold winter night,
where is our sympathy for the weak
our ears turn deaf to the woman that screams for mercy as the man steals the only thing that she has left,
where is our anger for the wronged
our tongue becomes mute as the young boy is beat to the ground by judgmental words of those who should love him,
where is the unconditional love that should never fail
where is our sympathy for the weak
our ears turn deaf to the woman that screams for mercy as the man steals the only thing that she has left,
where is our anger for the wronged
our tongue becomes mute as the young boy is beat to the ground by judgmental words of those who should love him,
where is the unconditional love that should never fail
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 7:51pm
17th Dec 2012 7:51pm
fallen angels
Oh you poor ignorant one,
those with knowledge have told you the only truth they can speak ,
The truth that ignorance is bliss above all else,
Yet within that truth they have told a horrible lie,
A lie of omission,
They have not told you that knowledge is power over all the ignorant,
There for there is no such thing as true bliss,
And the ones with power are not capable of truth,
So rise up you poor ignorant ones,
rise up all you who have fallen from the judgmental seat of power,
rise up so we may protect the ignorant so they may have true bliss even as...
those with knowledge have told you the only truth they can speak ,
The truth that ignorance is bliss above all else,
Yet within that truth they have told a horrible lie,
A lie of omission,
They have not told you that knowledge is power over all the ignorant,
There for there is no such thing as true bliss,
And the ones with power are not capable of truth,
So rise up you poor ignorant ones,
rise up all you who have fallen from the judgmental seat of power,
rise up so we may protect the ignorant so they may have true bliss even as...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 9:21pm
26th Nov 2012 9:21pm
relief
take night hand in hand across the running red welt of sympathetic noise,
a crack of pain wrote upon pale moonlight in the darkest night,
for one lost soul cannot shine unless floating amongst the stares.
and one lonely man can change the crushing of bones and doors swinging shut at the sigh of relief.
a crack of pain wrote upon pale moonlight in the darkest night,
for one lost soul cannot shine unless floating amongst the stares.
and one lonely man can change the crushing of bones and doors swinging shut at the sigh of relief.
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 9:10pm
26th Nov 2012 9:10pm
IN THE WASTE LAND OF THE STOLEN
Blood seeping from my eyes draining all my happiness my love my light,
Taking me against my will
Harboring me
Captivating me
Stealing me away into the darkness of pain, suffering, and agony,
Breaking my bones as I beg for mercy ignoring the fact that his eyes show only glee in pure devastation,
Taking my innocent life and tossing it away into the agonizing abyss,
Marking me at the level of a lowly stray dog
LEAVING ME TO DIE IN THE WASTE LAND OF THE STOLEN!!!!!!
Taking me against my will
Harboring me
Captivating me
Stealing me away into the darkness of pain, suffering, and agony,
Breaking my bones as I beg for mercy ignoring the fact that his eyes show only glee in pure devastation,
Taking my innocent life and tossing it away into the agonizing abyss,
Marking me at the level of a lowly stray dog
LEAVING ME TO DIE IN THE WASTE LAND OF THE STOLEN!!!!!!
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