Submissions by emonemoize (Ecto)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 9:19pm
5th Oct 2012 9:19pm
Birdface
All of these museum crows
Are circling 'round my iris
Turning what colour is left
Into dust and darkness
My heartbreak starts to morph
From crack to festering cuts
All before birdsong sings itself
Binding up our guts
The calling of the birds cease
And I learn to talk again
But my mind will never let us go
So forever we will pretend
That finches fly within our eyes
And sparrows hold our souls
But never will we walk again
Under maples in the cold
Birdface
I love the colour of your eyes
You are so...
Are circling 'round my iris
Turning what colour is left
Into dust and darkness
My heartbreak starts to morph
From crack to festering cuts
All before birdsong sings itself
Binding up our guts
The calling of the birds cease
And I learn to talk again
But my mind will never let us go
So forever we will pretend
That finches fly within our eyes
And sparrows hold our souls
But never will we walk again
Under maples in the cold
Birdface
I love the colour of your eyes
You are so...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Sep 2012 8:49pm
25th Sep 2012 8:49pm
Birdface
All of these museum crows
Are circling 'round my iris
Turning what colour is left
Into dust and darkness
My heartbreak starts to morph
From crack to festering cuts
All before birdsong sings itself
Binding up our guts
The calling of the birds cease
And I learn to talk again
But my mind will never let us go
So forever we will pretend
That finches fly within our eyes
And sparrows hold our souls
But never will we walk again
Under maples in the cold
Birdface
I love the colour of your eyes
You are so cruel to me...
Are circling 'round my iris
Turning what colour is left
Into dust and darkness
My heartbreak starts to morph
From crack to festering cuts
All before birdsong sings itself
Binding up our guts
The calling of the birds cease
And I learn to talk again
But my mind will never let us go
So forever we will pretend
That finches fly within our eyes
And sparrows hold our souls
But never will we walk again
Under maples in the cold
Birdface
I love the colour of your eyes
You are so cruel to me...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Sep 2012 8:46pm
25th Sep 2012 8:46pm
Blackberry Picking
Your blood mixes with
Blackberry guts
Dripping from cuts on your wrists and your fingers
You'd hoped that the fruit
Would cover up that you
Still, just don't want to be here
But I can see in your eyes
All of the birds and the flies
Swimming around in reflections
The pain that you drink
Dives down just too deep
And the blackberries understand
There's clouds in your mind
And your lungs and your toes
Filling you up with sweet rain
But when the weather subsides
Your blackberry eyes
Have bled and learned to change colour...
Blackberry guts
Dripping from cuts on your wrists and your fingers
You'd hoped that the fruit
Would cover up that you
Still, just don't want to be here
But I can see in your eyes
All of the birds and the flies
Swimming around in reflections
The pain that you drink
Dives down just too deep
And the blackberries understand
There's clouds in your mind
And your lungs and your toes
Filling you up with sweet rain
But when the weather subsides
Your blackberry eyes
Have bled and learned to change colour...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 12:46pm
1st Jun 2012 12:46pm
existance
sitting in the dark,
thinking about everything,
while pretending to not think at all.
that's how all the nights pass,
dark and alone,
filled with the pulsing of blood and music.
made up of false smiles,
and slipping though shadows,
days aren't much better.
lives are spent hiding,
whispering behind locked doors,
wondering if love exists.
backstabbers are best friends,
and liars give the truth,
so there is no real point in trying.
pouring out insides,
on pieces of paper and over sidewalks,
is called self-expression.
we are...
thinking about everything,
while pretending to not think at all.
that's how all the nights pass,
dark and alone,
filled with the pulsing of blood and music.
made up of false smiles,
and slipping though shadows,
days aren't much better.
lives are spent hiding,
whispering behind locked doors,
wondering if love exists.
backstabbers are best friends,
and liars give the truth,
so there is no real point in trying.
pouring out insides,
on pieces of paper and over sidewalks,
is called self-expression.
we are...
865 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Jun 2012 12:43pm
1st Jun 2012 12:43pm
Bucket List
Do you know what it’s like when your only purpose is to be filled up, and you still feel empty all the time? Well that’s what it feels like to be me. They put all sorts of things in me: water, blocks, sandwiches, letters…. It never fills me. I still feel so useless and I’m used for so many things!
Just the other day I was tipped on my side in a patch of grass, and two people came up to me. The male person one tipped me upside-down and helped the female person to sit down on me. There was something different about these people than many of the others who used me, they felt different. I...
Just the other day I was tipped on my side in a patch of grass, and two people came up to me. The male person one tipped me upside-down and helped the female person to sit down on me. There was something different about these people than many of the others who used me, they felt different. I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2012 10:24pm
17th May 2012 10:24pm
....to love something broken
you are so beautiful,
when you pretend to smile.
you are always searching,
steps turn into miles.
the light in your eyes fades,
when you go outside.
darkness is your mask,
behind which you can hide.
life to you is just proving,
the world will wait for no one.
death has been your teacher,
and you learned to play with guns.
your past is locked up,
your soul has blown away.
everything you loved was broken,
it's now all ripped and frayed.
i love how you laugh at me,
it's the most beautiful sound.
i know you lost your love,...
when you pretend to smile.
you are always searching,
steps turn into miles.
the light in your eyes fades,
when you go outside.
darkness is your mask,
behind which you can hide.
life to you is just proving,
the world will wait for no one.
death has been your teacher,
and you learned to play with guns.
your past is locked up,
your soul has blown away.
everything you loved was broken,
it's now all ripped and frayed.
i love how you laugh at me,
it's the most beautiful sound.
i know you lost your love,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2012 10:23pm
17th May 2012 10:23pm
followers
she follows him around
just follows
nothing more
nothing less
he lets her follow him
he likes her to follow him
she has nowhere else to go
no home
nowhere
but he likes it
he likes her
and she likes him
they never talk
she just follows
they are both always alone
but they are never lonely
because he likes her
and she likes him
she follows him
they are so close
but far apart
she is always behind him
always there for him
always following him
and he lets her
he gets sad sometimes
but she leaves...
just follows
nothing more
nothing less
he lets her follow him
he likes her to follow him
she has nowhere else to go
no home
nowhere
but he likes it
he likes her
and she likes him
they never talk
she just follows
they are both always alone
but they are never lonely
because he likes her
and she likes him
she follows him
they are so close
but far apart
she is always behind him
always there for him
always following him
and he lets her
he gets sad sometimes
but she leaves...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 00:26am
28th Apr 2012 00:26am
Accident
She slowly turned around,
Holding my soul.
She told me how fragile it was.
That I needed to be careful.
Putting it in my hands,
She walked away.
I stated at my soul.
It was all foggy and dark.
The shell that encased it was thin.
I wondered why she had given it back to me.
I didn't want it.
But it if broke it,
I would be lost.
At least that's what she said.
I didn't think that sounded so bad.
I was lost anyways.
She had held onto me,
So I could find my way.
She had held my soul,
But now she's given it back.
Now...
Holding my soul.
She told me how fragile it was.
That I needed to be careful.
Putting it in my hands,
She walked away.
I stated at my soul.
It was all foggy and dark.
The shell that encased it was thin.
I wondered why she had given it back to me.
I didn't want it.
But it if broke it,
I would be lost.
At least that's what she said.
I didn't think that sounded so bad.
I was lost anyways.
She had held onto me,
So I could find my way.
She had held my soul,
But now she's given it back.
Now...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2012 7:27pm
24th Apr 2012 7:27pm
Never Death
Because when you're falling asleep,
Ad you want to helps you're own head.
When you are broken down,
And can't let go of it all.
If you hide alone in the dark,
And cry forever after.
You can never die.
Falling down dark holes,
And into fogs of rapture.
Fading into dust,
Forgotten in the closet.
Struggling to find the light,
But wanting to embrace the darkness.
Death never dies.
Words that cut and bite,
Things that creep and crawl.
The monsters that come and chase you,
Haunting in your dreams.
A night that never...
Ad you want to helps you're own head.
When you are broken down,
And can't let go of it all.
If you hide alone in the dark,
And cry forever after.
You can never die.
Falling down dark holes,
And into fogs of rapture.
Fading into dust,
Forgotten in the closet.
Struggling to find the light,
But wanting to embrace the darkness.
Death never dies.
Words that cut and bite,
Things that creep and crawl.
The monsters that come and chase you,
Haunting in your dreams.
A night that never...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
Without
Within or without?
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
Without
Within or without?
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
23rd Apr 2012 9:24pm
Without
Within or without?
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
The question remains.
Ina world without,
It's always the same.
Love has no meaning,
And life never ends,
When death and all feelings,
Are only pretend.
Nothing lasts forever,
And people never stay.
Soon everything is missing,
Or floating away.
Hearts are consumed,
And so is the food.
Blood has been drunken,
Along with the booze.
Living's only purpose,
Is to forget you're alive.
Dark empty bodies,
Full of groaning and sighs.
Within it without?
The question still remains.
In a world...
586 reads
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