Submissions by jaqp (Azazel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There's a tender heart inside that ugly armadillo...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 3:48pm
3rd Feb 2014 3:48pm
False Hope
These winter winds mercilessly blow my
happiness away,
to a dark place
never to be found again.
In this pit
I hear muffled voices
cheery and light,
unknowing of what lies beneath them,
and how cold this world really is.
My frigid hands, frail and white,
reach for something;
but what I am reaching for is intangible.
It is what others waste and destroy; it is a helpless feather, moving with the current and fluttering ahead.
It is life
They talk about their lust for others
and pine for imaginary safety...
happiness away,
to a dark place
never to be found again.
In this pit
I hear muffled voices
cheery and light,
unknowing of what lies beneath them,
and how cold this world really is.
My frigid hands, frail and white,
reach for something;
but what I am reaching for is intangible.
It is what others waste and destroy; it is a helpless feather, moving with the current and fluttering ahead.
It is life
They talk about their lust for others
and pine for imaginary safety...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 2:47pm
14th Jan 2014 2:47pm
Heavy Light
Black water.
this cold creek full of sin
washes me cleaner than a newborn.
It drips down on me from the sunken eyes of the Armadillo.
The soft-spoken man grabs me by the arm and we run.
I try to find the answers,
but the questions will never quit.
Adeline asks tells me to sing,
and I obey, because my body is a cage.
My eyes deceive me,
like a bullet train, rolling away.
You're a part of my heart, and I'm apart from my heart.
The tall man leads me into the quicksand,
and I sink.
Oh, my god listens to me, and I haven't been...
this cold creek full of sin
washes me cleaner than a newborn.
It drips down on me from the sunken eyes of the Armadillo.
The soft-spoken man grabs me by the arm and we run.
I try to find the answers,
but the questions will never quit.
Adeline asks tells me to sing,
and I obey, because my body is a cage.
My eyes deceive me,
like a bullet train, rolling away.
You're a part of my heart, and I'm apart from my heart.
The tall man leads me into the quicksand,
and I sink.
Oh, my god listens to me, and I haven't been...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 8:21pm
5th Jan 2014 8:21pm
Farewell Poem
This poem is my note,
For I fear I shall not outrun
These hounds nipping at my feet
Or the Hands pulling at my hair.
To the few that really know me;
Forget my face,
Ignore the memories,
and tell your children of the fairy tales.
The stories of a consumed girl who lived in a hummingbird's nest. The girl who found herself flying in her sleep and humming with the stars. The monsters she shared her home with stole her humanity, and turned her thoughts to instinct and obedience.
She could live her entire life in the forest, but she...
For I fear I shall not outrun
These hounds nipping at my feet
Or the Hands pulling at my hair.
To the few that really know me;
Forget my face,
Ignore the memories,
and tell your children of the fairy tales.
The stories of a consumed girl who lived in a hummingbird's nest. The girl who found herself flying in her sleep and humming with the stars. The monsters she shared her home with stole her humanity, and turned her thoughts to instinct and obedience.
She could live her entire life in the forest, but she...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 2:33pm
20th Dec 2013 2:33pm
It's just me...
So it's just me...
Sitting over here with no use to anyone,
Hating my mediocre life.
The others exchange presents as my existence is forgotten.
Snowmen are melting, but this pit of nothingness
I call a soul
Is laced in the cold blood of my slain dreams.
This depression makes my pessimism look like a Christmas recital.
No one sees me cry; they are to busy
being distracted by something shiny.
So it's just me, planning my escape from here, leaving the prejudice snow and the dumb and deaf and blind.
Sitting over here with no use to anyone,
Hating my mediocre life.
The others exchange presents as my existence is forgotten.
Snowmen are melting, but this pit of nothingness
I call a soul
Is laced in the cold blood of my slain dreams.
This depression makes my pessimism look like a Christmas recital.
No one sees me cry; they are to busy
being distracted by something shiny.
So it's just me, planning my escape from here, leaving the prejudice snow and the dumb and deaf and blind.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 3:19pm
17th Dec 2013 3:19pm
To the Shadows
Blue smoke, hazing my perception;
His Chelsea grin pours out roaches and termites,
eating away at my fingers.
His gloves as white as snow, reaching for my hair, tugging,
dragging me into this pit of despair.
Blue smoke fogging my clarity;
Her heels pierce my eyes but her song is filled with melancholy.
Their smiles beam with hope, but the others tell me not to trust
them.
The "real" kids laugh about the blue smoke, laughing at my
insanity, safe in their bright and ignorant palace.
But behind his...
His Chelsea grin pours out roaches and termites,
eating away at my fingers.
His gloves as white as snow, reaching for my hair, tugging,
dragging me into this pit of despair.
Blue smoke fogging my clarity;
Her heels pierce my eyes but her song is filled with melancholy.
Their smiles beam with hope, but the others tell me not to trust
them.
The "real" kids laugh about the blue smoke, laughing at my
insanity, safe in their bright and ignorant palace.
But behind his...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Dec 2013 2:35pm
13th Dec 2013 2:35pm
Dreaming of You- Of Montreal
You're my muse you're my silly goose
and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you.
You're my one you're my honey bun
and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you.
I can dream of you without snoring and I'm lucky that that's true.
Because everyone would know that I found them boring simply because they're not you.
All I want to do is lay in the daisies and daydream of you know who I'm referring to
...you.
You're my love you're my star above
And everyday is a dreamy day of daydreaming of...
and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you.
You're my one you're my honey bun
and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you.
I can dream of you without snoring and I'm lucky that that's true.
Because everyone would know that I found them boring simply because they're not you.
All I want to do is lay in the daisies and daydream of you know who I'm referring to
...you.
You're my love you're my star above
And everyday is a dreamy day of daydreaming of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 00:57am
11th Dec 2013 00:57am
Melancholy Subsided
This fresh blanket of snow
Lies like a blank page, waiting to be written.
The few birds in the sky
Dance to the slower tempo of Winter.
This six sided crystal
Flitters to my tongue;
A small treat from Mother Nature.
Life is new and hopeful,
I wonder when it will end.
Lies like a blank page, waiting to be written.
The few birds in the sky
Dance to the slower tempo of Winter.
This six sided crystal
Flitters to my tongue;
A small treat from Mother Nature.
Life is new and hopeful,
I wonder when it will end.
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 4:34pm
4th Dec 2013 4:34pm
Kevin Tran, AP Student
Just a young kid,
The Keeper of the Word of God.
Tortured and killed his mother was,
Only for the fun of it.
This young man didn't understand
The purpose of being a Profit,
Or the danger he will always be in.
The love protection of his two older brothers
Kept him sane and dedicated to the stories of Angels.
This gullible child, blindly trusted his brothers, but
When another wore his brother's skin, he was slain.
His insides liquefied;
An agonizing death was appointed to him.
His tragic murder broke another's heart,
But now he...
The Keeper of the Word of God.
Tortured and killed his mother was,
Only for the fun of it.
This young man didn't understand
The purpose of being a Profit,
Or the danger he will always be in.
The love protection of his two older brothers
Kept him sane and dedicated to the stories of Angels.
This gullible child, blindly trusted his brothers, but
When another wore his brother's skin, he was slain.
His insides liquefied;
An agonizing death was appointed to him.
His tragic murder broke another's heart,
But now he...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 2:48pm
3rd Dec 2013 2:48pm
Small Consorts
Black crows surrounding,
Shield me from light and bliss.
They tell me I can roam
Through the suffocating darkness
I know so well.
Entities from beyond,
Sing a ghoulish song
To my ears only;
For the crows allow me to hear the sad symphony.
The finger of Death pokes and prods,
But the crows shield me
From an afterlife,
Casting Death's gaze elsewhere;
Extending a clandestine existence.
The crows are my friends,
Bringing me feathers and singing
To keep me from a toxic luster,
Civilization.
Shield me from light and bliss.
They tell me I can roam
Through the suffocating darkness
I know so well.
Entities from beyond,
Sing a ghoulish song
To my ears only;
For the crows allow me to hear the sad symphony.
The finger of Death pokes and prods,
But the crows shield me
From an afterlife,
Casting Death's gaze elsewhere;
Extending a clandestine existence.
The crows are my friends,
Bringing me feathers and singing
To keep me from a toxic luster,
Civilization.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Dec 2013 2:55pm
2nd Dec 2013 2:55pm
The Curse
I left first,
Because this curse drove us apart
I was never going to see you again.
Hopeless, dry, and high
I left you and moved on.
I thought I was strong enough
But I was only being selfish.
And the Lord had made me pay.
When I think about you now
All I ever do is cry, it makes me wonder.
I went back to make it work
But you gave your love to someone new.
And now I'm left to cry and...
Because this curse drove us apart
I was never going to see you again.
Hopeless, dry, and high
I left you and moved on.
I thought I was strong enough
But I was only being selfish.
And the Lord had made me pay.
When I think about you now
All I ever do is cry, it makes me wonder.
I went back to make it work
But you gave your love to someone new.
And now I'm left to cry and...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 4:11am
29th Nov 2013 4:11am
Avoid this Cliche Like the Plague
So there is a guy,
and like always, a girl.
and another girl.
So one girl is pretty, clever, wealthy and charismatic.
The other is shy, mediocre, and a little odd.
Guess which is me? Not the first girl.
So the guy dates the girl (the pretty Korean one)
and I smile and hug the girl like we're friends,
but really I'm breaking her limb by limb in my odd little mind.
So I sit alone and read poems,
telling myself I'm pretty enough to find a guy eventually.
But it will never happen;
Koreans always win.
and like always, a girl.
and another girl.
So one girl is pretty, clever, wealthy and charismatic.
The other is shy, mediocre, and a little odd.
Guess which is me? Not the first girl.
So the guy dates the girl (the pretty Korean one)
and I smile and hug the girl like we're friends,
but really I'm breaking her limb by limb in my odd little mind.
So I sit alone and read poems,
telling myself I'm pretty enough to find a guy eventually.
But it will never happen;
Koreans always win.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 2:56pm
27th Nov 2013 2:56pm
Winter Winds
Winter winds blowing,
Scattering bits of my self-respect
Until there is nothing.
Now I am smiling, laughing with you,
But inside, I am empty.
Holiday cheer is fake;
It is only an attempt of pathetic people
trying to mooch others out of their wallets.
I do not believe in beauty internally,
because all me is ugly.
Winter winds blowing,
only cutting deeper into me
Bleeding joy, hope, and love onto the cold tile floor.
Scattering bits of my self-respect
Until there is nothing.
Now I am smiling, laughing with you,
But inside, I am empty.
Holiday cheer is fake;
It is only an attempt of pathetic people
trying to mooch others out of their wallets.
I do not believe in beauty internally,
because all me is ugly.
Winter winds blowing,
only cutting deeper into me
Bleeding joy, hope, and love onto the cold tile floor.
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