Submissions by lastday20
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 4:12am
7th Jun 2015 4:12am
Lovable mountains
Way over these heights
On a lonely mountain
Peaking so high above
Dancing with the skies
In a courtship of love
And so is my love for you
Ever so true
As these eternal lovers
Closer than any other
As they stand together
Through the passing of time
On a lonely mountain
Peaking so high above
Dancing with the skies
In a courtship of love
And so is my love for you
Ever so true
As these eternal lovers
Closer than any other
As they stand together
Through the passing of time
572 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Apr 2015 3:25am
29th Apr 2015 3:25am
The Bench Warmer
There was a man sitting at a bench reading a newspaper. His tan jacket looked as if it needed a wash and the beard on his face was as unkept as the hair on his head. But what was peculiar about this man’s attire was not just the clothing he wore but also the watch that he had. It was a Rolex watch, a sign of wealth. Yet, he did not look the part of having money or even a job. His pants were covered in holes patched with either tape or scraps of cloth. And his hands were constantly shaking. He looked up as a man approached him. He looked at this newcomer with curious eyes but said nothing....
787 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 5:54am
3rd Apr 2015 5:54am
Ego
tear away at your ego
Watch it burn away in flames
Let yourself be free
Don't let it be the same
Cage you built for yourself
Break away from that name
Of yours you love so
Much that you'd pay
Any price asked of you
To keep it away from change
Leaving you a hollow
Broken person riddled with pain
Watch it burn away in flames
Let yourself be free
Don't let it be the same
Cage you built for yourself
Break away from that name
Of yours you love so
Much that you'd pay
Any price asked of you
To keep it away from change
Leaving you a hollow
Broken person riddled with pain
719 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2014 6:42pm
11th Oct 2014 6:42pm
The Drowning
A chilling word spoken in the air
A sense of foreboding despair
Touching you deep inside the mind
When all you can do is stare
A steel pain rushes through the skin
Pierces and gets to all that's within
A gaping hole is revealed
Poring rivers heavy with sin
A bleeding hand worked and strained
With an unmistakable fear it is pained
Of what is finally to come
One last look onto its wrists that are stained
Gaping mouths in the skin speaking
Running torrents weeping
Rushing beneath moving waters dyed red
Drowning
A sense of foreboding despair
Touching you deep inside the mind
When all you can do is stare
A steel pain rushes through the skin
Pierces and gets to all that's within
A gaping hole is revealed
Poring rivers heavy with sin
A bleeding hand worked and strained
With an unmistakable fear it is pained
Of what is finally to come
One last look onto its wrists that are stained
Gaping mouths in the skin speaking
Running torrents weeping
Rushing beneath moving waters dyed red
Drowning
636 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2014 1:01am
19th Sep 2014 1:01am
Sounds of the Contradictory
A sliver of hope
As thin as air
Is as taught as rope
From which you hang in the air
The breath of life
As sweet as nectar
Is as sharp as a knife
No longer your protector
The book of knowledge
With its loving arms outstretched
Is a pit devoid of courage
With walls where lies are etched
A horn of victory resounds
To call the triumphant home
But it is not life they sound
But rather the dead and their bones
The gentle touch of love
With its warm embrace
Is but a cauldron of lust
With which we hate
As thin as air
Is as taught as rope
From which you hang in the air
The breath of life
As sweet as nectar
Is as sharp as a knife
No longer your protector
The book of knowledge
With its loving arms outstretched
Is a pit devoid of courage
With walls where lies are etched
A horn of victory resounds
To call the triumphant home
But it is not life they sound
But rather the dead and their bones
The gentle touch of love
With its warm embrace
Is but a cauldron of lust
With which we hate
506 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 4:19pm
7th Sep 2014 4:19pm
Discolored picture
Everything is black and white
A discolored picture
With endless horizons in sight
The whole world engulfed in candle light
Can't they see outside the windowpane?
A world left alone is shone but still lost
A rose in a broken flower pot is what remains
Beauty inside this place of chains decays
Beautiful creatures fill the night
Tied to each other in a sickness
They are a witness to their senseless plight
In their blood they pay for what is deemed right
Everyone seems to be blind to their cruelties
Ignorance is bliss but...
A discolored picture
With endless horizons in sight
The whole world engulfed in candle light
Can't they see outside the windowpane?
A world left alone is shone but still lost
A rose in a broken flower pot is what remains
Beauty inside this place of chains decays
Beautiful creatures fill the night
Tied to each other in a sickness
They are a witness to their senseless plight
In their blood they pay for what is deemed right
Everyone seems to be blind to their cruelties
Ignorance is bliss but...
686 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 3:23pm
8th Aug 2014 3:23pm
Self Destruction
The baying of the crowds
No less better than the hounds
Animals caught in cages
Of their own creation
Held in place by the chains
Of their condescensional beliefs
Into the night do they howl
Into themselves do they weep
A spider caught in its own web
Starved and deprived of all
Entombed in its fortress of dilapidation
Trapped it finally sees
That it is no better than the insects
From which it feeds.
Long shadows decidedly reveal
Their master's true nature
All consuming yet limited in its reach
As time passes, it...
No less better than the hounds
Animals caught in cages
Of their own creation
Held in place by the chains
Of their condescensional beliefs
Into the night do they howl
Into themselves do they weep
A spider caught in its own web
Starved and deprived of all
Entombed in its fortress of dilapidation
Trapped it finally sees
That it is no better than the insects
From which it feeds.
Long shadows decidedly reveal
Their master's true nature
All consuming yet limited in its reach
As time passes, it...
629 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 10:14am
1st Aug 2014 10:14am
Trinity
There was this girl named Trinity
She had a will reaching to infinity
She was of a special kind of beauty
A unique kind of lovely
Surrounded by pain so severe
She screamed but no one would hear
She was so brave but it was life she did fear
For her the skies never were clear
The days were always black
She would always turn back
But no one waited on her
In the end she stopped pretending
She was finally breaking
A great face to see
An amazing name to know
A feeling unknown to me previously
I miss you my dear Trinity.
She had a will reaching to infinity
She was of a special kind of beauty
A unique kind of lovely
Surrounded by pain so severe
She screamed but no one would hear
She was so brave but it was life she did fear
For her the skies never were clear
The days were always black
She would always turn back
But no one waited on her
In the end she stopped pretending
She was finally breaking
A great face to see
An amazing name to know
A feeling unknown to me previously
I miss you my dear Trinity.
602 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2014 10:36am
30th Jul 2014 10:36am
The End
On the mighty seas serene
The proud ship finally careens
It's the end it actually seems
The ship's old bones have finally broke
And the water's motherly grasp holds it close
Into the womb that birth him
He finally sinks.
The proud ship finally careens
It's the end it actually seems
The ship's old bones have finally broke
And the water's motherly grasp holds it close
Into the womb that birth him
He finally sinks.
543 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 1:32am
16th Jul 2014 1:32am
Tyrant
Does he lie and wait
Or does he try and take
What he truly desires
But his needs and greed
Burns with a fire
The world may not contain
What he truly seeks
With fists of power he takes the hour
With hands of time he tries to find
But his time has finally proved insufficient
And he has lost all his strength
Through acts of force and deceit
He tried to prove he wasn’t weak
But it was he
Who broke in the end
A broken tool with which he made false amends.
Or does he try and take
What he truly desires
But his needs and greed
Burns with a fire
The world may not contain
What he truly seeks
With fists of power he takes the hour
With hands of time he tries to find
But his time has finally proved insufficient
And he has lost all his strength
Through acts of force and deceit
He tried to prove he wasn’t weak
But it was he
Who broke in the end
A broken tool with which he made false amends.
850 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 1:30am
16th Jul 2014 1:30am
Angel so Fair
An angel so fair
In world cast in black
A bright star so far
Brighter than the burning sun
A lovely soul to behold
Oblivious to your perfection
An angel so fair
Subjected to society unclean
In world cast in black
A bright star so far
Brighter than the burning sun
A lovely soul to behold
Oblivious to your perfection
An angel so fair
Subjected to society unclean
754 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 2:21am
14th Jul 2014 2:21am
Beauty
My skin do they try to touch
My essence do they try to obtain
But it is through trials of error and such
That I do slip away
They name me truly perfection
But my virtues do they leave in dereliction
The masses lack the necessary precaution
They do suffer the worst of in-caution
They pursue me until I suffer from exhaustion
My heart aches as they partake in their decisions
As they fight for what they wrongly envision
My touch has long been lost in all but nature
As the rose pedals fall I flutter in the wind
My essence lays within...
My essence do they try to obtain
But it is through trials of error and such
That I do slip away
They name me truly perfection
But my virtues do they leave in dereliction
The masses lack the necessary precaution
They do suffer the worst of in-caution
They pursue me until I suffer from exhaustion
My heart aches as they partake in their decisions
As they fight for what they wrongly envision
My touch has long been lost in all but nature
As the rose pedals fall I flutter in the wind
My essence lays within...
590 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by lastday20
