Submissions by earthmother1990
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
At Times
Some days the clouds stand right in front of my sunlight,
without a fight I let them stand.
Dark,
Dingy,
Impenetrable to the sun is my golden skin,
no way to allow the UV rays in.
Some days the clouds black the rain.
Drops of confusion rain on the insane,
Fading away our painted on smiles
soon to be painted on again.
Some days when I'm sad
I'm still crying in the mirror,
Wary of my dark clouds getting bigger.
Without direction blazing winds carry my soul into vanity,
some days the wind blows so hard...
without a fight I let them stand.
Dark,
Dingy,
Impenetrable to the sun is my golden skin,
no way to allow the UV rays in.
Some days the clouds black the rain.
Drops of confusion rain on the insane,
Fading away our painted on smiles
soon to be painted on again.
Some days when I'm sad
I'm still crying in the mirror,
Wary of my dark clouds getting bigger.
Without direction blazing winds carry my soul into vanity,
some days the wind blows so hard...
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She is Me
Their is nothing more dangerous than a woman.
A faithful woman.
A hopeful woman.
A lonely woman.
She is a heartbreaker at all times,
and beauty even in the midst of her cry.
She will shed a tear but may in fact wipe the dust from your eyes,
while she struggles blind.
A woman she will be at all times.
She is dangerous not because she can kill or maim,
or exist happily in her own mind.
She is dangerous because she is kind.
She stands to any challenge and makes it her own.
With grand pride she births victories and brings armies back home....
A faithful woman.
A hopeful woman.
A lonely woman.
She is a heartbreaker at all times,
and beauty even in the midst of her cry.
She will shed a tear but may in fact wipe the dust from your eyes,
while she struggles blind.
A woman she will be at all times.
She is dangerous not because she can kill or maim,
or exist happily in her own mind.
She is dangerous because she is kind.
She stands to any challenge and makes it her own.
With grand pride she births victories and brings armies back home....
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Falling Behind
We have no time to break away from the conformation of society.
We are forced to work our lives away to spend 3 bucks on milk drained from an asylum.
Just as our own resources are doing, we are dried up and withering away.
Self is included in everything.
Self loves to drink cold water.
Self loves air conditioning.
Self basks in paraphernalia that not only occupies the mind but the wallet.
Yet we are starving for self fulfillment in the insane.
We are always hot and sweating.
We kill ourselves and others in the selfish rampage of the night.
We...
We are forced to work our lives away to spend 3 bucks on milk drained from an asylum.
Just as our own resources are doing, we are dried up and withering away.
Self is included in everything.
Self loves to drink cold water.
Self loves air conditioning.
Self basks in paraphernalia that not only occupies the mind but the wallet.
Yet we are starving for self fulfillment in the insane.
We are always hot and sweating.
We kill ourselves and others in the selfish rampage of the night.
We...
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Visitor's Paradise
Reaching for the light,
he had the comfort of His hand.
Willing hands in sight,
His promises he demands.
Demonic presence willing to fight,
God had this man at hand.
Beautiful souls live on,
a sunrise to see again.
Guided by brilliance,
Personally touched by the hands of God.
Troubled souls roam the earth,
their inner peace he sought.
Warmth that touches his skin,
forever love to be felt again.
Pulled into water to cleanse sin from our skin,
breaking it's uneven surface to live life again.
Glory blinding your sight,
he wants...
he had the comfort of His hand.
Willing hands in sight,
His promises he demands.
Demonic presence willing to fight,
God had this man at hand.
Beautiful souls live on,
a sunrise to see again.
Guided by brilliance,
Personally touched by the hands of God.
Troubled souls roam the earth,
their inner peace he sought.
Warmth that touches his skin,
forever love to be felt again.
Pulled into water to cleanse sin from our skin,
breaking it's uneven surface to live life again.
Glory blinding your sight,
he wants...
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Dark Night
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