Submissions by poeticfool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Deaths Splinter. . .
Death be n0thing but a fragment of my fear
A naustalgic reminiscent of human m0rtality
Dare i to overcome this splinter
that draws limitation to our limitles potential
Or shall i instead let deaths splinter embed its
infectious being In2 my deepest of subconscious.
A naustalgic reminiscent of human m0rtality
Dare i to overcome this splinter
that draws limitation to our limitles potential
Or shall i instead let deaths splinter embed its
infectious being In2 my deepest of subconscious.
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Diary of a Mad Woman 3
Let me cry l0ver. . . Let me cry. . . How else am i to
shed the s0rrow that lurks within me. . . The
fustrati0n and anger n0t voiced. . . Would you
rather it festered and ate away what you have
c0me to l0ve. . . If n0t then i pray let me cry away
each and every pain
shed the s0rrow that lurks within me. . . The
fustrati0n and anger n0t voiced. . . Would you
rather it festered and ate away what you have
c0me to l0ve. . . If n0t then i pray let me cry away
each and every pain
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Mad Writer
I carve my words upon skin
With my ink the dying mans blood
My inspiration living in make believ gin
A bipolar verbal flood
Unleashd my infectd thourghts septic
ride the flatline waves of another notebook
With every morbid thourght cryptic
Evading the piting mans look
Words that pry open scabbd tissue
Silent payment for an uknown vermins sin
With a writers tongue issue
Im a rogue arrow that doesnt care to win.
With my ink the dying mans blood
My inspiration living in make believ gin
A bipolar verbal flood
Unleashd my infectd thourghts septic
ride the flatline waves of another notebook
With every morbid thourght cryptic
Evading the piting mans look
Words that pry open scabbd tissue
Silent payment for an uknown vermins sin
With a writers tongue issue
Im a rogue arrow that doesnt care to win.
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Spot the Wondering. . .
As i lean into today
Am0ngst my sorrow i do sway
Upon burnt toes
And splattered vows
In a garden
Dead with burden And there i wistfully waltz
In stuttering steps
With muttering wonder
waiting for when you shall return
To so0th this vandelous burn. . .
Am0ngst my sorrow i do sway
Upon burnt toes
And splattered vows
In a garden
Dead with burden And there i wistfully waltz
In stuttering steps
With muttering wonder
waiting for when you shall return
To so0th this vandelous burn. . .
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Remembrance. . .
Eight yearz and str0lling
Laughter but a warm cress
Like the gentle summer breeze
Wh0 blew inn0cent dreams to me.
How silly a thourght
Of dancing bears and prancing unic0rns
In a w0rld so serene.
Peacocks in diving sparrows.
Stalli0ns in dead hounds
A castle in runes
Breathed life to a dying light.
Nonsense to others
A something to me.
Happiness in a corner
Forgiveness bigger then the sea.
Sixteen years and dancing
Slow and steady
But stil quite heady a feeling.
A thousand walts in my head ...
Laughter but a warm cress
Like the gentle summer breeze
Wh0 blew inn0cent dreams to me.
How silly a thourght
Of dancing bears and prancing unic0rns
In a w0rld so serene.
Peacocks in diving sparrows.
Stalli0ns in dead hounds
A castle in runes
Breathed life to a dying light.
Nonsense to others
A something to me.
Happiness in a corner
Forgiveness bigger then the sea.
Sixteen years and dancing
Slow and steady
But stil quite heady a feeling.
A thousand walts in my head ...
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Their Drone
Obediant to the b0ne.
Obediant to the b0ne.
Oh! You child like overgrown dr0ne...
Stand up.
Sit down.
Stay were you are told. . .
You are here for every pers0n to command . . .
And as an0ther part of you dies with every demand
listen well to everyöne. . .
And pehaps s0meday you will hear a job well döne.
Obediant to the b0ne.
Oh! You child like overgrown dr0ne...
Stand up.
Sit down.
Stay were you are told. . .
You are here for every pers0n to command . . .
And as an0ther part of you dies with every demand
listen well to everyöne. . .
And pehaps s0meday you will hear a job well döne.
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Journey to Eden. . .
I woke today with an urge to venture out
A pinning for something green
Desires for scents that linger fresh
And so out i journeyed
Yet no blade of green to cut the wind saw i What could have passed on by
But alas as i walkd on
No harping would i do
As my Eden i feverishly craved
And so on bare feet i did trod
And trod . . .
And trod. . .
On a sullen grey path through barren lands
Lovingly sprinkled with ashes
A dusting of battles gone by
Causes and Outcomes
I'll never know thy cry
Until i met a man
How old he looked to...
A pinning for something green
Desires for scents that linger fresh
And so out i journeyed
Yet no blade of green to cut the wind saw i What could have passed on by
But alas as i walkd on
No harping would i do
As my Eden i feverishly craved
And so on bare feet i did trod
And trod . . .
And trod. . .
On a sullen grey path through barren lands
Lovingly sprinkled with ashes
A dusting of battles gone by
Causes and Outcomes
I'll never know thy cry
Until i met a man
How old he looked to...
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Diary of a Mad Woman. 2
What is it that makes you sick. . . Is it the rancid
reality of death. The bile inducing scum that
plagues our streets . . . Or is it the vile macabre of all
that rots us from within. Or pehaps its the
monsters lurking under the skin our wispers that
push us away from or towards certain things, . . . Making us the cold indifferent drones of society or
the insane psychopaths that break the norm of
abiding by whats deemed humane, ,moral, etc
etc. . . Sigh. . . But by whose perception, whose
perspective. . . By whose senses. . . Theres an
infestation of...
reality of death. The bile inducing scum that
plagues our streets . . . Or is it the vile macabre of all
that rots us from within. Or pehaps its the
monsters lurking under the skin our wispers that
push us away from or towards certain things, . . . Making us the cold indifferent drones of society or
the insane psychopaths that break the norm of
abiding by whats deemed humane, ,moral, etc
etc. . . Sigh. . . But by whose perception, whose
perspective. . . By whose senses. . . Theres an
infestation of...
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Beautiful M0nster
And lo and behold, how he roze.
A graceful beauty,
that could only seek equality in his monsterous
damnation.
A fateless creation of human
imagination.
and how it consumes me. . .
this invention of religous catastrophe,
with its bony talons of desperation,
clasped around my innards. . .
arousing a mental infestation,
of emotional ballards.
but alas as i breath,
sweet life into its tapered veins. . .
my imagination gawns feverishly at the imagery it breeds.
and i fear its infectious hope
of unrealistic reality has finaly...
A graceful beauty,
that could only seek equality in his monsterous
damnation.
A fateless creation of human
imagination.
and how it consumes me. . .
this invention of religous catastrophe,
with its bony talons of desperation,
clasped around my innards. . .
arousing a mental infestation,
of emotional ballards.
but alas as i breath,
sweet life into its tapered veins. . .
my imagination gawns feverishly at the imagery it breeds.
and i fear its infectious hope
of unrealistic reality has finaly...
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Diary of a Mad Woman
Im afraid. . .
I stand and i feel soo alone so much so that i
crouch with its weight. . .
These people that say they are here for me are
mere civilities . Beings obligated to the act of being
emptily civil. . . Why do i even bother humoring them . . .
I stand and i feel soo alone so much so that i
crouch with its weight. . .
These people that say they are here for me are
mere civilities . Beings obligated to the act of being
emptily civil. . . Why do i even bother humoring them . . .
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The Devils Eye
Sunshine lost to a tearing sky
That lives upon the Devils Eye
And though we wish Redemption
upon our putrid souls
Alas no torture can pass us by.
(And) Forgive as we might, we still despise
Though we wish no harm so pungent.
(But) Alas our hearts still critise
that which we cant compromise.
And yet we still seek happy days
and sunshine in abundance
As we run from the Devils Rage
Seeking Gods Guidance.
But macabre still rules us all.
Enslaving us in eternity.
And though we run and try to hide
It c0ntinues to pull...
That lives upon the Devils Eye
And though we wish Redemption
upon our putrid souls
Alas no torture can pass us by.
(And) Forgive as we might, we still despise
Though we wish no harm so pungent.
(But) Alas our hearts still critise
that which we cant compromise.
And yet we still seek happy days
and sunshine in abundance
As we run from the Devils Rage
Seeking Gods Guidance.
But macabre still rules us all.
Enslaving us in eternity.
And though we run and try to hide
It c0ntinues to pull...
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Answer me.
My Dear Lover
Will you n0t love me so
I pray to thee let me kn0w.
Will u allow this feeling (to c0ntinue) to grow
Or am i to just let it go.
C0nsider my heart. . .
Though you think it st0ne.
Trust me. . .
Its just frozen cold.
Alas dont think my head a hollow bone.
And let the truth finaly unfold.
Nomatter the answer set it free.
I promise after this
To let you be.
Will you n0t love me so
I pray to thee let me kn0w.
Will u allow this feeling (to c0ntinue) to grow
Or am i to just let it go.
C0nsider my heart. . .
Though you think it st0ne.
Trust me. . .
Its just frozen cold.
Alas dont think my head a hollow bone.
And let the truth finaly unfold.
Nomatter the answer set it free.
I promise after this
To let you be.
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