Submissions by oldmanadeus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is old man adeus, I took this name after I forgot my own in my path to bring the world back to the light. (Real world me just wants to know if I should try and do this or give up and go home)
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 6:31pm
14th Jul 2013 6:31pm
upbeat
I tried to write violent
I tried to write strong
but today that part of me will not turn on
I'm in a daze with no direction
A monk without a tome
My arms feel week
as my fingers creep to the keyboard
they have made their spiritual home
Can it be I have no anger to release
or has a lack of sleep paralyzed me
normally my tension so built up
and it tends to scare me
But its enough to make me feel alive
adrenaline comes easy to me
I gave up on laying peacefully at home
I'm normally on my feet throwing insults at...
I tried to write strong
but today that part of me will not turn on
I'm in a daze with no direction
A monk without a tome
My arms feel week
as my fingers creep to the keyboard
they have made their spiritual home
Can it be I have no anger to release
or has a lack of sleep paralyzed me
normally my tension so built up
and it tends to scare me
But its enough to make me feel alive
adrenaline comes easy to me
I gave up on laying peacefully at home
I'm normally on my feet throwing insults at...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 9:29pm
13th Jul 2013 9:29pm
Gashly Crumb
My apartment is covered in horror geek porn
We have Vincent and even Nosferatu do my walls adorn
But lately I find my eyes drawn more often than any
to Mr Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinie
The images are dark but each seems more soothing than the last
all are dark grey pictures of the past
They depict the oddest of creatures in the oddest of vocations
and all I ever picture is their lives before these dreadful situations
How did young Amy fall down the stairs
was she pushed or was it an accidental affair
Then there was Basel assaulted...
We have Vincent and even Nosferatu do my walls adorn
But lately I find my eyes drawn more often than any
to Mr Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinie
The images are dark but each seems more soothing than the last
all are dark grey pictures of the past
They depict the oddest of creatures in the oddest of vocations
and all I ever picture is their lives before these dreadful situations
How did young Amy fall down the stairs
was she pushed or was it an accidental affair
Then there was Basel assaulted...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 4:35am
13th Jul 2013 4:35am
witches
Adeus is screaming, the bastard wants out
hunting hours calling and there are witches about
he raids in the night through fields and ditches
finding daughters of the dirt aka the devils wenches
But Adeus has a job you see
to stop the devils piracy
the souls on earth Adeus plans to keep
So all at once that's what he will eat
The witches pose a basic threat
stealing babe from mothers breast
away to the land of Bethalum
with coal dark skies and the darkest ones
There are supreme witches 1..2..3 brides of the...
hunting hours calling and there are witches about
he raids in the night through fields and ditches
finding daughters of the dirt aka the devils wenches
But Adeus has a job you see
to stop the devils piracy
the souls on earth Adeus plans to keep
So all at once that's what he will eat
The witches pose a basic threat
stealing babe from mothers breast
away to the land of Bethalum
with coal dark skies and the darkest ones
There are supreme witches 1..2..3 brides of the...
#dark
#witches
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 4:27am
13th Jul 2013 4:27am
I dont know
I don't know where to begin
the sight of you breathes new life into everything
I never saw you coming out of the corner of my eye
I lived self imposed solitude
the most recent years of my life
I've seen some beauty
and done many things
and all of them seemed to work to bring
My life here to be yours
and I know the day is coming
when in an ocean our life will lay
but just know Ill never hate myself more than the day I couldn't stay
the sight of you breathes new life into everything
I never saw you coming out of the corner of my eye
I lived self imposed solitude
the most recent years of my life
I've seen some beauty
and done many things
and all of them seemed to work to bring
My life here to be yours
and I know the day is coming
when in an ocean our life will lay
but just know Ill never hate myself more than the day I couldn't stay
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 6:11pm
12th Jul 2013 6:11pm
widow
Id rather be another fucking tragedy
than be a disappointment to the people who are proud of me
Id rather lay awake than spend my life in a deep sleep
And because of that Ill never give my soul to keep
These paint black walls are closing in around you
And yet you stay there and its only because you choose too
You let this happen, kept coming, instead of running
from the things you claim to me you want to get away from
I have no time for people like you
the trust I give is nothing but a joke to you
Cut it up, fry it black...
than be a disappointment to the people who are proud of me
Id rather lay awake than spend my life in a deep sleep
And because of that Ill never give my soul to keep
These paint black walls are closing in around you
And yet you stay there and its only because you choose too
You let this happen, kept coming, instead of running
from the things you claim to me you want to get away from
I have no time for people like you
the trust I give is nothing but a joke to you
Cut it up, fry it black...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 7:20am
12th Jul 2013 7:20am
Feeding the nameless to the merciless
Blood in the water
sharks below the boat
Its a helluva a lot scarier
when the bodies don't float
Blood in the water
sharks below the boat
John Doe's another dead man
His body doesn't float
Blood in the water
Sharks below the boat
Jane Doe was a fighter
Took a tooth right to the throat
Blood in the water
Sharks on the boat
Feeding the nameless
To the demons that float
sharks below the boat
Its a helluva a lot scarier
when the bodies don't float
Blood in the water
sharks below the boat
John Doe's another dead man
His body doesn't float
Blood in the water
Sharks below the boat
Jane Doe was a fighter
Took a tooth right to the throat
Blood in the water
Sharks on the boat
Feeding the nameless
To the demons that float
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 9:00pm
10th Jul 2013 9:00pm
death of words
The power of a word ruled back in the day
The mob was a job and we all had our say
We linched our kings up
and the queens we beheaded
now we hide behind guns and the people we befriended
The protests we've seen never meant anything
and the last time there was a difference
Elvis was king
When did life become all about yourself
when did we decide there's nothing more important than wealth
There will come a day when I'll leave this place and fly
it will mean that never again will I cry
At the...
The mob was a job and we all had our say
We linched our kings up
and the queens we beheaded
now we hide behind guns and the people we befriended
The protests we've seen never meant anything
and the last time there was a difference
Elvis was king
When did life become all about yourself
when did we decide there's nothing more important than wealth
There will come a day when I'll leave this place and fly
it will mean that never again will I cry
At the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 3:11pm
10th Jul 2013 3:11pm
Round it goes
The bells are ringing, the war is won
lay down your arms and have some fun
for just as the world can break and bend
This peace will crumble round our ears again
The bells are ringing, the war is done
no more bullets, from no more guns
But soon they will rebel again
and this shall bring the end of every man
The bells are silent, the new war has begun
Take up your arms and have some fun
Its time for more bullets, from some more guns
But this time I fear as I shed a small tear
I just don't think this one can be won
lay down your arms and have some fun
for just as the world can break and bend
This peace will crumble round our ears again
The bells are ringing, the war is done
no more bullets, from no more guns
But soon they will rebel again
and this shall bring the end of every man
The bells are silent, the new war has begun
Take up your arms and have some fun
Its time for more bullets, from some more guns
But this time I fear as I shed a small tear
I just don't think this one can be won
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 1:17am
9th Jul 2013 1:17am
The boy now sleeps alone
Old Adeus has gone soft is what it seems
he let the young blood break free
Instead of paralyzing him with dreams
I decided this year 2013 is the year I would reveal myself
for all the world to see
But the boy had grown attached
to the body on his own,
so when the time came for me to assume control
His soul simply wouldn't let go
But I've forced him into the pit it seems
and there he lays in sweeter dreams
He thinks he is a traveler
living far from home
I feed images of love and life
and a woman he would want to make...
he let the young blood break free
Instead of paralyzing him with dreams
I decided this year 2013 is the year I would reveal myself
for all the world to see
But the boy had grown attached
to the body on his own,
so when the time came for me to assume control
His soul simply wouldn't let go
But I've forced him into the pit it seems
and there he lays in sweeter dreams
He thinks he is a traveler
living far from home
I feed images of love and life
and a woman he would want to make...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 7:15pm
8th Jul 2013 7:15pm
The storys we'll tell
The stories we'll tell when we're knee deep in hell
will not be those of repentance
While others are screaming
we lay here dreaming of the day when I conquered the well
For you see when you sit down with me
at the underworlds table of choice
From the things that I say will be worth your stay
and you will never forget my voice
The stories we'll tell when we're rulers of hell
will be those of victorious ascension
The devil himself will gasp at a glance
or the history we bring to hell's door
And the lost souls we provide...
will not be those of repentance
While others are screaming
we lay here dreaming of the day when I conquered the well
For you see when you sit down with me
at the underworlds table of choice
From the things that I say will be worth your stay
and you will never forget my voice
The stories we'll tell when we're rulers of hell
will be those of victorious ascension
The devil himself will gasp at a glance
or the history we bring to hell's door
And the lost souls we provide...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 2:47am
7th Jul 2013 2:47am
what?
I decided to experiment with my writers block today and sat down and wrote a piece based on how it feels trying to force yourself to write through writers block. Everything I wrote is how I felt while trying this and it was written in real time. I wonder if anyone else feels like this when they can't get the words out?
I couldn't write a thing today
my writers block is chronic
My mind shut down and everything failed
And even as I write this now it feels forced and stale
I cant catalog my words to the point of perfection
But as anyone of you who...
I couldn't write a thing today
my writers block is chronic
My mind shut down and everything failed
And even as I write this now it feels forced and stale
I cant catalog my words to the point of perfection
But as anyone of you who...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2013 00:40am
6th Jul 2013 00:40am
Control
I can assure you my young counter part is now well in his cage and shall stay there until he has learned to observe as I did
This is my body, this is my brain, I gave to many stupid men lives to lead while I sat back and watched them kill me again and again
I remember the last time someone broke free though
I was born on April 1889 in an Austrian burrow, I can remember growing up watching the new born control the body and slowly grow into an artist
But I could see it in his eyes, and what he went through in that fucking war, the boy was bound for greatness
So I got in...
This is my body, this is my brain, I gave to many stupid men lives to lead while I sat back and watched them kill me again and again
I remember the last time someone broke free though
I was born on April 1889 in an Austrian burrow, I can remember growing up watching the new born control the body and slowly grow into an artist
But I could see it in his eyes, and what he went through in that fucking war, the boy was bound for greatness
So I got in...
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