Submissions by kestaa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 11:46am
30th Jun 2012 11:46am
Today
"I wish it could be different,"
you whispered to me softly
voice heavy with feeling
a certain aching sadness
If only life could go on
The way it was or maybe
The way it is today
I can handle the cold
Chill not quite to breath
Memories of heated air
Pink and orange sunsets
Waiting around for you
"I wish it could be different,"
I whispered to you again
voice heavy with feeling
the very last time you held me
It's not just the distance
There's so much time now
Spanning between...
you whispered to me softly
voice heavy with feeling
a certain aching sadness
If only life could go on
The way it was or maybe
The way it is today
I can handle the cold
Chill not quite to breath
Memories of heated air
Pink and orange sunsets
Waiting around for you
"I wish it could be different,"
I whispered to you again
voice heavy with feeling
the very last time you held me
It's not just the distance
There's so much time now
Spanning between...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jan 2012 6:12am
5th Jan 2012 6:12am
Last End
The world mourned at the passing of the sunrise. The final day. The final curtain. Expressions of wonder and fear chiseled into each of their eyes, passing into a sense of calm the likes of which could have tamed nature itself.
Darkness set upon the land and all that could be left to see is the dim red glow on all sides of the horizon; a reminder that the people gathered in the dusty quiet were not alone. Could there have been a hope, no one would have bothered to search. Such eerie, beautiful stillness surrounding each one to near-breathlessness.
Few wandered. Few joined hands. To...
Darkness set upon the land and all that could be left to see is the dim red glow on all sides of the horizon; a reminder that the people gathered in the dusty quiet were not alone. Could there have been a hope, no one would have bothered to search. Such eerie, beautiful stillness surrounding each one to near-breathlessness.
Few wandered. Few joined hands. To...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2011 10:20pm
13th Dec 2011 10:20pm
20 and Counting
I want
To be nothing like myself
The only time I was ever comfortable being me
Was when I was too young to know who I am
It's such a terrible shame
To get to know yourself and the world around you
I can't think of the time when it started
Not specifically, at least
I supposed it was around the time of the move
Such a long drive
From the ever familiar farm to the dust of unknown
You can't stop it when it finally begins
When the curiosity transforms into something deeper
When you realize that the flower you've grasped...
To be nothing like myself
The only time I was ever comfortable being me
Was when I was too young to know who I am
It's such a terrible shame
To get to know yourself and the world around you
I can't think of the time when it started
Not specifically, at least
I supposed it was around the time of the move
Such a long drive
From the ever familiar farm to the dust of unknown
You can't stop it when it finally begins
When the curiosity transforms into something deeper
When you realize that the flower you've grasped...
900 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 11:55pm
11th Nov 2011 11:55pm
Sibling-Related Regret
Tired beyond fatigue and out of breath beyond breathlessness
I think I might be sleepy but I can't see into my own skull past my headache
Nothing left to do but sit here and vent about the many troubles that plague an Esta
Family seems to be a common theme tonight from what I can tell of my own mind
Weird that I seem to keep hearing a fairly steady sort of distant cry or sobbing but I know it's not really there
It makes me think of my little sister and how I used to cry and she would sit beside me
Such a worried expression on her face and how she wouldn't...
I think I might be sleepy but I can't see into my own skull past my headache
Nothing left to do but sit here and vent about the many troubles that plague an Esta
Family seems to be a common theme tonight from what I can tell of my own mind
Weird that I seem to keep hearing a fairly steady sort of distant cry or sobbing but I know it's not really there
It makes me think of my little sister and how I used to cry and she would sit beside me
Such a worried expression on her face and how she wouldn't...
868 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 11:36pm
11th Nov 2011 11:36pm
Your Worthless Fears are Breaking Bones
I was a caring whisper into the satin otherwise known as your inconditioned fears.
And I proved persistent enough to last just as long as the breath before the whisper itself.
I still think you just need someone to care.
But I know I'm not the one.
And I proved persistent enough to last just as long as the breath before the whisper itself.
I still think you just need someone to care.
But I know I'm not the one.
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 5:58am
11th Nov 2011 5:58am
Remember:
Do you remember
When you called me your sunshine
I was the light haired child
Always smiling and making you smile
Wandering and ever curious
Through grandpa's orchard and even down the road
Do you remember
Your concern that autumn day
When I fell asleep in the barn doorway
The packing cloths had been pulled out
From around the well pump for repairs
I woke up from you calling me and ran to you, sleepy
Do you remember
The time you told me you were...
When you called me your sunshine
I was the light haired child
Always smiling and making you smile
Wandering and ever curious
Through grandpa's orchard and even down the road
Do you remember
Your concern that autumn day
When I fell asleep in the barn doorway
The packing cloths had been pulled out
From around the well pump for repairs
I woke up from you calling me and ran to you, sleepy
Do you remember
The time you told me you were...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Nov 2011 7:12pm
10th Nov 2011 7:12pm
Color, Memories and Truth
She looks at the small, colorful fragments, and wonders to herself what kind of shape they were once in. Of course the girl had seen them complete, but that was before. She held up all that she had left in the world, each shard a fantastic shade of every color imaginable, and tried various ways to form them together in her palm. There weren't as many left as she had thought.
In her dreams, color surrounds her. All the many colors of her fragments and even more. They swirl around her as she rises higher into a beam of dim light cascading from an awesome eye in a dark cave; dancing,...
In her dreams, color surrounds her. All the many colors of her fragments and even more. They swirl around her as she rises higher into a beam of dim light cascading from an awesome eye in a dark cave; dancing,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 6:20pm
10th Nov 2011 6:20pm
Live or Without?
You're such a silly friend
You talk into my head
in a way that seems so familiar
Sometimes I like to pretend that I can make sense
out what you say to me
I feel like I can
Somehow it makes sense
In a distant sort of way
That makes me happy
Like my own little secret
like our own little place in the world
Sometimes it seems like work
Sometimes it comes so easily
That your words can wind up
becoming so very confused
Confusing
Sometimes you make my head hurt
Silly friend
Sometimes you are soft...
You talk into my head
in a way that seems so familiar
Sometimes I like to pretend that I can make sense
out what you say to me
I feel like I can
Somehow it makes sense
In a distant sort of way
That makes me happy
Like my own little secret
like our own little place in the world
Sometimes it seems like work
Sometimes it comes so easily
That your words can wind up
becoming so very confused
Confusing
Sometimes you make my head hurt
Silly friend
Sometimes you are soft...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 3:50am
10th Nov 2011 3:50am
Words and Resin
Picking up old habits
Forcing old way back in
It feels like the aching sting
Of closing your eyes after such a long time
All the words have seemed to leave me
I used to bubble over and race to write them
Now it's all empty and shadowed
Reminds me of an empty home
Lived in and loved for years and years
Wandered in one last time before the move
Maybe it's transition
Maybe this is a sort of phase before a breakthrough
Maybe I need to find someone different
Who inspires my words back to me
Maybe there's no chance ...
Forcing old way back in
It feels like the aching sting
Of closing your eyes after such a long time
All the words have seemed to leave me
I used to bubble over and race to write them
Now it's all empty and shadowed
Reminds me of an empty home
Lived in and loved for years and years
Wandered in one last time before the move
Maybe it's transition
Maybe this is a sort of phase before a breakthrough
Maybe I need to find someone different
Who inspires my words back to me
Maybe there's no chance ...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 3:49am
10th Nov 2011 3:49am
Forever Lost
I can feel the dust in my hinges
The squeaky, quaking feeling
It urges me that it's been too long
Far too long to remember
The sound of grinding joints attempt
To drive out even the strongest itch
Bone on bone to fade and lose
The parable
That what once was lost
May, perhaps, be
The squeaky, quaking feeling
It urges me that it's been too long
Far too long to remember
The sound of grinding joints attempt
To drive out even the strongest itch
Bone on bone to fade and lose
The parable
That what once was lost
May, perhaps, be
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 7:27pm
9th Nov 2011 7:27pm
Silver/Reflections
Sweet silver
Enticing memories unjustly guarded
The drool of dreams
Envy of evil
Where you've gone to
Imagining what it must be like
To sit and sing
No fear
Fear to be heard
Fear to be feared
Fear of all
The freedom you must feel
Those of you who sing your song
to the winds and dreams of all who may have
Just be so
So you'll dream again
The reflections dance behind your eyes
Entice a kiss
Please be
Please me
Maybe what I thought
That I thought it was all gone
To rust and bones...
Enticing memories unjustly guarded
The drool of dreams
Envy of evil
Where you've gone to
Imagining what it must be like
To sit and sing
No fear
Fear to be heard
Fear to be feared
Fear of all
The freedom you must feel
Those of you who sing your song
to the winds and dreams of all who may have
Just be so
So you'll dream again
The reflections dance behind your eyes
Entice a kiss
Please be
Please me
Maybe what I thought
That I thought it was all gone
To rust and bones...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 7:18pm
9th Nov 2011 7:18pm
Unheard Cadence
For you, my heart's fruitless request
In earnest yearning acquiesced
Ought not I be, for thee, the best?
Though, true, my love for me detest
Pray some night ere you find rest
Recall once and for final crest
The thought that I sung my bequest
And sore I cried my futile geste
In your warm eyes my life invest
Never were my fears addressed
That you, my love, could be my blest
Whereto my grave I have now wrest
To ever long for coalesce
In earnest yearning acquiesced
Ought not I be, for thee, the best?
Though, true, my love for me detest
Pray some night ere you find rest
Recall once and for final crest
The thought that I sung my bequest
And sore I cried my futile geste
In your warm eyes my life invest
Never were my fears addressed
That you, my love, could be my blest
Whereto my grave I have now wrest
To ever long for coalesce
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