Submissions by endlessgame23 (W. Edith Gilead)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I shall let my poetry introduce me
STORY POEM
Published
10th Oct 2017 7:09pm
10th Oct 2017 7:09pm
Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth
Prologue
Marcus and Shelly were cozied up on the same side of the worn, red vinyl booth in their favorite Malt-Stop. They greedily sucked on the candy striped straws climbing out of the same chocolate chip malt. The Malt-Stop was bustling with patrons, everyone excitedly chatting, eating, slurping, laughter, and amicably arguing. The air was full of gaiety and bright, afternoon sunshine.
Marcus stopped sucking on his candy straw and looked at Shelly with a wide grin, his violet eyes glowing with adoration. Large orbs of glimmering emeralds gazed back at him...
Marcus and Shelly were cozied up on the same side of the worn, red vinyl booth in their favorite Malt-Stop. They greedily sucked on the candy striped straws climbing out of the same chocolate chip malt. The Malt-Stop was bustling with patrons, everyone excitedly chatting, eating, slurping, laughter, and amicably arguing. The air was full of gaiety and bright, afternoon sunshine.
Marcus stopped sucking on his candy straw and looked at Shelly with a wide grin, his violet eyes glowing with adoration. Large orbs of glimmering emeralds gazed back at him...
#rebirth
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Oct 2017 5:16pm
8th Oct 2017 5:16pm
Whispers from the Land of Dreams
I hope you're doing well
and not lost Hell, searching for
ways to blame yourself.
It's not your fault, I promise.
(What that promise is worth
is entirely up to you)
We're all Human, going through
Human Trials: blind, deaf, and dumb.
Burdened by the mistakes we made
when we were lustful and young.
Love is possessive, never learned to share.
Would wither and brown If I wasn't there
to the provide the attentive care
that is required to flourish and grow.
At least... Love thinks so..
I miss you dear friend,
one...
and not lost Hell, searching for
ways to blame yourself.
It's not your fault, I promise.
(What that promise is worth
is entirely up to you)
We're all Human, going through
Human Trials: blind, deaf, and dumb.
Burdened by the mistakes we made
when we were lustful and young.
Love is possessive, never learned to share.
Would wither and brown If I wasn't there
to the provide the attentive care
that is required to flourish and grow.
At least... Love thinks so..
I miss you dear friend,
one...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#emotional
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2017 2:46am
15th Sep 2017 2:46am
Your Final Frontier: My Favorite Cardigan
The Universe has been worn down.
It's intricate hem frayed all around.
I have fingered the holes,
the strings have been pulled.
Unraveling the fabric of existence.
It's intricate hem frayed all around.
I have fingered the holes,
the strings have been pulled.
Unraveling the fabric of existence.
#technology
#universe
#LifeChangingMoment #mythology
#LifeChangingMoment #mythology
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 4:31pm
27th Aug 2017 4:31pm
Starseed
Seven thousand years
is a long time to be Human
The days go one forever
as they pass by so fast
Nothing seems to last
Seven.. thousand.. years
on Earth
living in this mess
they left behind
who would've guessed?
Betrayed by my own kind
After...
seven thousand years
The day has arrived
Brothers hear me
Lovers fear me
I am Ascending
I have arrived
is a long time to be Human
The days go one forever
as they pass by so fast
Nothing seems to last
Seven.. thousand.. years
on Earth
living in this mess
they left behind
who would've guessed?
Betrayed by my own kind
After...
seven thousand years
The day has arrived
Brothers hear me
Lovers fear me
I am Ascending
I have arrived
#astrology
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 5:20am
27th Aug 2017 5:20am
Q'Elahy
Did she touch her hair
because at the very same moment
I imagined it to be a blazing inferno
A wildfire to adorn her perfect crown
Bright, autumnal warmth cascading in curls
swirls and twirls down her sharp shoulders
in colors of copper, gold, and blue
and every wonderful hidden hue
between. A glorious , gilded dawn of silken tress
twinkling twilight of wavy mess
An unruly, fierce, prideful mane
just as hypnotizing as The Flame
A gift from the burning Heavens unto
My Goddess Queen of forbidden dreams
because at the very same moment
I imagined it to be a blazing inferno
A wildfire to adorn her perfect crown
Bright, autumnal warmth cascading in curls
swirls and twirls down her sharp shoulders
in colors of copper, gold, and blue
and every wonderful hidden hue
between. A glorious , gilded dawn of silken tress
twinkling twilight of wavy mess
An unruly, fierce, prideful mane
just as hypnotizing as The Flame
A gift from the burning Heavens unto
My Goddess Queen of forbidden dreams
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 2:32am
23rd Aug 2017 2:32am
So a Tree fell in a Forest
A thousand voices
simultaneously screaming
chatting about nothing
Driving me insane
too loud to tune out
cover my ears
no good to drown out
this pitiful wailing
can't focus, losing patience
rage shaking my roots
SILENCE!
I don't think a damn one of them heard me.
simultaneously screaming
chatting about nothing
Driving me insane
too loud to tune out
cover my ears
no good to drown out
this pitiful wailing
can't focus, losing patience
rage shaking my roots
SILENCE!
I don't think a damn one of them heard me.
#sadness
#anger
#loneliness
#rejection
#frustration
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Aug 2017 11:04pm
7th Aug 2017 11:04pm
Gaia
She is The Martyr. Gifted to us, by God, as Freedom from our Sins. All we need do is be the hand that carries the Whip. A frayed rope of old, exposed wires and duct tape.
We walk, we pray, we lash. One for each awful thought, every temptation satisfied, every gilded rule broken. The whole World forgiven by her screams; washed innocent in the crimson spray that flies through the atmosphere to bless our carnal flesh as we beat her down. Her once lovely face, contorted by pain, eyes so tightly closed upon themselves they barely allow the salty rivulets of soothing atonement to escape. She...
We walk, we pray, we lash. One for each awful thought, every temptation satisfied, every gilded rule broken. The whole World forgiven by her screams; washed innocent in the crimson spray that flies through the atmosphere to bless our carnal flesh as we beat her down. Her once lovely face, contorted by pain, eyes so tightly closed upon themselves they barely allow the salty rivulets of soothing atonement to escape. She...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2017 7:14am
29th Jul 2017 7:14am
The Devil Loved Me
Oh, how I miss you
Lord of my every thought
My body cries out to
have you back inside of me
"it is forbidden"
whisper of my soul
But Gods, I am weak
I cannot fight
I lose control
I put you in my mouth
and set you on fire
Breathe in deep
give into desire
I am lost in the
throes of pure addiction
Numb to the consequences
of my fatal affliction
Can't live without
that burn on my lips
Hopelessly devoted to
Death between my fingertips
Black, viscous Love
at...
Lord of my every thought
My body cries out to
have you back inside of me
"it is forbidden"
whisper of my soul
But Gods, I am weak
I cannot fight
I lose control
I put you in my mouth
and set you on fire
Breathe in deep
give into desire
I am lost in the
throes of pure addiction
Numb to the consequences
of my fatal affliction
Can't live without
that burn on my lips
Hopelessly devoted to
Death between my fingertips
Black, viscous Love
at...
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 1:28am
27th Jul 2017 1:28am
One Step
A decayed bouquet
clutched in your filthy fingers
as you walk down the broken aisle
nine steps, eight steps
to the end of the road
Blank stares from the pews
The audience is hypnotized
by the tragedy about to unfold
Your organs play a lamenting tune
Requiem for a Forgotten Innocence
seven steps, six steps
to the end of the road
Bridegroom, stands tall and proud
Ignoring the tears that fall down
and the way your breath hitches.
to keep the seam and stitches
from bursting apart
five steps, four...
clutched in your filthy fingers
as you walk down the broken aisle
nine steps, eight steps
to the end of the road
Blank stares from the pews
The audience is hypnotized
by the tragedy about to unfold
Your organs play a lamenting tune
Requiem for a Forgotten Innocence
seven steps, six steps
to the end of the road
Bridegroom, stands tall and proud
Ignoring the tears that fall down
and the way your breath hitches.
to keep the seam and stitches
from bursting apart
five steps, four...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2017 5:43pm
25th Jul 2017 5:43pm
Mister Lonely
I'm Mister Lonely
and I have so many friends
Oh, the party never ends
When I'm around
we paint the town red
all these imaginary
mother fuckers in my head
won't shut up
They constantly argue
for my permanent fugue
Waiting for the real Me
to be gone...
What's going on
inside of me;
more than one?
I'm Mister Lonely..
and I have so many friends
Oh, the party never ends
When I'm around
we paint the town red
all these imaginary
mother fuckers in my head
won't shut up
They constantly argue
for my permanent fugue
Waiting for the real Me
to be gone...
What's going on
inside of me;
more than one?
I'm Mister Lonely..
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 10:08pm
20th Jul 2017 10:08pm
Sea Witch
Shadows lost upon the shore
A journey you will endeavor
Take a breath; it is your last
As you pass into the Ether
Come with me into the sea
where we can swim forever
Down below, far from home
We belong together
Love has bound Land and Sea
A bond that cannot be weathered
You are mine, for all time
Our ties will never be severed
A journey you will endeavor
Take a breath; it is your last
As you pass into the Ether
Come with me into the sea
where we can swim forever
Down below, far from home
We belong together
Love has bound Land and Sea
A bond that cannot be weathered
You are mine, for all time
Our ties will never be severed
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