Submissions by r7anz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not much to say. Amateur poet just doing my thing. I love messages, and can handle the most honest critique.
Goodnight Today
Today was worthless,
Now it’s gone,
Yesterday’s hopeless,
Bland and desperate,
Fill your gullet,
Take your pills,
Try to forget,
You’re dying slowly,
Pretend the holy truths,
Peached by officials and pastors,
Aren’t all lies,
Say you’re worth it,
Do something helpful,
Even as the world is dying,
Broken trees falling
And degrading into mud,
When you notice that destruction,
This corruption,
Her shame,
His greed,
Their pollution,
See that there is no solution,
The water’s oily and acidic,
It burns your...
Now it’s gone,
Yesterday’s hopeless,
Bland and desperate,
Fill your gullet,
Take your pills,
Try to forget,
You’re dying slowly,
Pretend the holy truths,
Peached by officials and pastors,
Aren’t all lies,
Say you’re worth it,
Do something helpful,
Even as the world is dying,
Broken trees falling
And degrading into mud,
When you notice that destruction,
This corruption,
Her shame,
His greed,
Their pollution,
See that there is no solution,
The water’s oily and acidic,
It burns your...
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2 Comments
Road of Memories
I walked along the road one night,
Hand and hand with friends,
Who pretend to have forgotten,
And come to different ends,
Yes, we have loved less and more,
In different times and different places,
But when we see the glowing moon,
It still reflects their faces,
One pretended not to care,
Her home punished affection and awe,
Till later feeling threw her skyward,
And her next lover bore the fall,
Another thought his sameness in passion,
Was a sin,
So he cried and bit and struggled,
I hope that he’ll accept the sameness...
Hand and hand with friends,
Who pretend to have forgotten,
And come to different ends,
Yes, we have loved less and more,
In different times and different places,
But when we see the glowing moon,
It still reflects their faces,
One pretended not to care,
Her home punished affection and awe,
Till later feeling threw her skyward,
And her next lover bore the fall,
Another thought his sameness in passion,
Was a sin,
So he cried and bit and struggled,
I hope that he’ll accept the sameness...
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0 Comments
Bird Calls
Let me love as though winter is calling,
Breathe deeply when silence comes,
Feel the anguish as my heart runs dry,
Find a moment of life entering eternity,
Will you, seductive mistress of man,
Kiss me lightly bearing presents of the void,
Forged in moldy earthen minds, of those
who bear the light within the shadows,
Teach the secrets vested in God,
To mortals of his shared fate,
Before Lethe's clear waters envelope
My memories, to darkling planes untold,
Be they careless, soulful, and miserably joyous,
Yet, you feel their...
Breathe deeply when silence comes,
Feel the anguish as my heart runs dry,
Find a moment of life entering eternity,
Will you, seductive mistress of man,
Kiss me lightly bearing presents of the void,
Forged in moldy earthen minds, of those
who bear the light within the shadows,
Teach the secrets vested in God,
To mortals of his shared fate,
Before Lethe's clear waters envelope
My memories, to darkling planes untold,
Be they careless, soulful, and miserably joyous,
Yet, you feel their...
533 reads
2 Comments
The End of Dreams
Last night I dreamt the end of dreams,
Might escape with failure, conjure,
I awoke to pain within my belly,
When the clock struck merely four,
I dreamt fire spewed from my skin,
That settled red and cracked
On my right bicep and left thigh,
Though it left each nerve intact,
It was not an hour later,
The burn marks appeared larger,
The doctor wished to chop my limbs,
Said “there are no joyous martyrs”,
So my father and the doctor,
Took a hacksaw big and rusty,
And sliced me up to half a man,
Held by brass clasps...
Might escape with failure, conjure,
I awoke to pain within my belly,
When the clock struck merely four,
I dreamt fire spewed from my skin,
That settled red and cracked
On my right bicep and left thigh,
Though it left each nerve intact,
It was not an hour later,
The burn marks appeared larger,
The doctor wished to chop my limbs,
Said “there are no joyous martyrs”,
So my father and the doctor,
Took a hacksaw big and rusty,
And sliced me up to half a man,
Held by brass clasps...
469 reads
0 Comments
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