Submissions by recovering_ruins
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a writer of subjects pertaining to Adoration, Politics, Profiles, and Reflection. My writing usually takes a lyrical air despite the frequenly dark and deep subject matter.
Self immolation
Burning to Be
All observe the square with what moves,
May it be man or his machines,
Until one finds a spot that proves
Might must reflect on what it means.
There amid the menace displayed
Strides the gentle sort wanting not
To bother being ever weighed
By petty burdens poor forgot.
Once arriving at his proud place,
Where at last life asks him to seek
His shelter in his flames to face
The spirit that the fire does speak.
His calm calls all to question why
What control does to now deserve
The heed he wants without...
All observe the square with what moves,
May it be man or his machines,
Until one finds a spot that proves
Might must reflect on what it means.
There amid the menace displayed
Strides the gentle sort wanting not
To bother being ever weighed
By petty burdens poor forgot.
Once arriving at his proud place,
Where at last life asks him to seek
His shelter in his flames to face
The spirit that the fire does speak.
His calm calls all to question why
What control does to now deserve
The heed he wants without...
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Mark my Words
Mark my Words
Feign the face that remains
On this obliged son,
So lost, he can’t contain
What worship he’s done
To commit to create,
While verse makes his vow
To adore all that awaits
Her beauty endowed.
Fortune finds her high cheeks
And pays pure witness
To confessions that seek
Her mind, not restless,
But of fair light born true
To herself, the soul
Of what want knows be few
Who hold body whole.
Stealth kept cues to her form,
Found readily right,
And displayed for forlorn
To lift to such heights...
Feign the face that remains
On this obliged son,
So lost, he can’t contain
What worship he’s done
To commit to create,
While verse makes his vow
To adore all that awaits
Her beauty endowed.
Fortune finds her high cheeks
And pays pure witness
To confessions that seek
Her mind, not restless,
But of fair light born true
To herself, the soul
Of what want knows be few
Who hold body whole.
Stealth kept cues to her form,
Found readily right,
And displayed for forlorn
To lift to such heights...
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'Nessa's Shan gri la
Nessa’s Shan gri la
The shade she cast on a heart askew
Replenished his role
In arming a mass made known to view
Vexing thoughts whose toll
He had eagerly paid for release
To her realm of joy,
Which beckoned such songs of a whole peace
Nothing could destroy.
But behind brown eyes lay a soft touch,
While with wanton weight
Embracing his mind made very much
Awake to await
The approaching awe of her grand sight
To dawn upon days
He knew how he had been blessed most right
To learn of her ways.
Now to know she...
The shade she cast on a heart askew
Replenished his role
In arming a mass made known to view
Vexing thoughts whose toll
He had eagerly paid for release
To her realm of joy,
Which beckoned such songs of a whole peace
Nothing could destroy.
But behind brown eyes lay a soft touch,
While with wanton weight
Embracing his mind made very much
Awake to await
The approaching awe of her grand sight
To dawn upon days
He knew how he had been blessed most right
To learn of her ways.
Now to know she...
613 reads
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Those Words
It’s a word wanting to toe
The same line
The same sign
Looking more to jail what shows
How thoughts stop
How thoughts cop
All attitudes that roost there
Where they teach
Where they reach
To consign and covet dared
Holds had been
Holds had seen
To impeach the thought they grasp
By word’s health
By word’s wealth
Would just only shame perhaps
A whim lost
A whim’s cost
To tall orders that ordain
What ensued
What’s pursued
The deeds of defenses sustained
To descend
To commend ...
The same line
The same sign
Looking more to jail what shows
How thoughts stop
How thoughts cop
All attitudes that roost there
Where they teach
Where they reach
To consign and covet dared
Holds had been
Holds had seen
To impeach the thought they grasp
By word’s health
By word’s wealth
Would just only shame perhaps
A whim lost
A whim’s cost
To tall orders that ordain
What ensued
What’s pursued
The deeds of defenses sustained
To descend
To commend ...
542 reads
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