Submissions by runeaxxe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
‡‡ Dreaming, screaming shower philosophy. ‡‡
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2018 3:21pm
30th Mar 2018 3:21pm
Compass
I have had to say
goodbye too many
times to a part of
me that never
existed. Sorry to
wrongs I've never
made. Take back
words I've never
claimed. The "right"
moments fall so
infrequently, how
should I know to
validate them? To
risk turning these
walls around me to
ruins, or jeopardize my
dying wishes? I haven't
been made to be a
man of God in so
long, but dare I say it
would be a sin to
die with this
compass still in my
hands.
goodbye too many
times to a part of
me that never
existed. Sorry to
wrongs I've never
made. Take back
words I've never
claimed. The "right"
moments fall so
infrequently, how
should I know to
validate them? To
risk turning these
walls around me to
ruins, or jeopardize my
dying wishes? I haven't
been made to be a
man of God in so
long, but dare I say it
would be a sin to
die with this
compass still in my
hands.
#regret
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2018 12:31pm
27th Mar 2018 12:31pm
Empyrean
Blending with the
sun, as night
falls, so too do
I align with the
stars. Celestial
bodies gathered in
the firmament,
no single light to
outshine a-
nother. Here, our
makers cast their
fires, flickering
punctures in a black
void. Whether by
fate or circum-
stance, the end matters
little to the stories
forged on paths foot-
worn over rises and
falls. Such is the
dance of life. They
burn like lighthouses on
far-off shores,...
sun, as night
falls, so too do
I align with the
stars. Celestial
bodies gathered in
the firmament,
no single light to
outshine a-
nother. Here, our
makers cast their
fires, flickering
punctures in a black
void. Whether by
fate or circum-
stance, the end matters
little to the stories
forged on paths foot-
worn over rises and
falls. Such is the
dance of life. They
burn like lighthouses on
far-off shores,...
#universe
#stars
#astrology
#fate
#astronomy
610 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2018 10:50am
25th Mar 2018 10:50am
Sleeper
Soft blue
glow,
pallid,
lay me to
sleep. Sun-
rise a
distant
memory.
Back of my
head
spinning, front
dreaming
of
castles. I was
never
good at keeping
time, like
sand through
open fingers - the
hourglass
kind - veiled under
blankets, chasing
winter
far away.
glow,
pallid,
lay me to
sleep. Sun-
rise a
distant
memory.
Back of my
head
spinning, front
dreaming
of
castles. I was
never
good at keeping
time, like
sand through
open fingers - the
hourglass
kind - veiled under
blankets, chasing
winter
far away.
#identity
#dreams
#memories
#sleep
#myself
487 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 3:25pm
24th Mar 2018 3:25pm
Trails
Alone in a wood where no
path is laid, my axe hangs
from a ramshackle hook some
miles back. Time does
not participate here
surrounded and shaped by
things of root and stem - the
viscera of the earth. Thorns break
skin, ivy's vile touch of
circumstance, foxes snarl and
crunch leaves making their
way to the creekbed. What was
once a home for us now seems
foreign in a world living right
next door. We must make
trails to feel comfortable. We
must have the familiar bouquet of
asphalt in...
path is laid, my axe hangs
from a ramshackle hook some
miles back. Time does
not participate here
surrounded and shaped by
things of root and stem - the
viscera of the earth. Thorns break
skin, ivy's vile touch of
circumstance, foxes snarl and
crunch leaves making their
way to the creekbed. What was
once a home for us now seems
foreign in a world living right
next door. We must make
trails to feel comfortable. We
must have the familiar bouquet of
asphalt in...
#earth
#forest
#trees
#nature
#evolution
598 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 8:37am
24th Mar 2018 8:37am
Ardor
Twisting tongues of
fire rise against my
fevered judgment, a
night bereft of the
warmth of another.
So easy to kindle, but
the flames jump
their stones,
spreading through the
grass like desire's
will to live. Every-
thing catches in
time, and soon, an
uproarious inferno
swells as if waves in
an ocean and ig-
nites the heart above, for
what is this life if not a
passionate one? Pray for
thoughts; pray that the
night has yet to steal the
day and forge your
armor in the furnaces. ...
fire rise against my
fevered judgment, a
night bereft of the
warmth of another.
So easy to kindle, but
the flames jump
their stones,
spreading through the
grass like desire's
will to live. Every-
thing catches in
time, and soon, an
uproarious inferno
swells as if waves in
an ocean and ig-
nites the heart above, for
what is this life if not a
passionate one? Pray for
thoughts; pray that the
night has yet to steal the
day and forge your
armor in the furnaces. ...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 1:24am
24th Mar 2018 1:24am
Pet
Come here,
kitten.
Lay your head
down slow and
sleep fast. Let me
take you there. Let
the dark and its
tendrils blacken your
eyes and
wring you like a
tourniquet. You're
not one for
shyness, are
you, little one? No
fear of me. Take
life as it comes. The
curtains move even
when the glass is
shut. Further
down you fall, and
closer the
shadow in the
corner lurks. You
hold your
breath in your
dreams.
Come here,
kitten.
kitten.
Lay your head
down slow and
sleep fast. Let me
take you there. Let
the dark and its
tendrils blacken your
eyes and
wring you like a
tourniquet. You're
not one for
shyness, are
you, little one? No
fear of me. Take
life as it comes. The
curtains move even
when the glass is
shut. Further
down you fall, and
closer the
shadow in the
corner lurks. You
hold your
breath in your
dreams.
Come here,
kitten.
#anxiety
#dark
#dreams
#scary
#sleep
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