Submissions by saint_gw (Gregory)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm dreaming all of this, aren't I ?
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 4:43am
29th Jan 2013 4:43am
Know Ye Not
Know ye not from whence I come?
That deep dark pit that beckons some?
Those within be blind and numb.
Touch not the gate lest ye succumb.
Know ye not my purpose here?
My dark intentions grow severe.
The ending of our game is near.
Those of your blood I bathe in fear.
Know ye not your master's call?
The bargain struck brings the fall.
A deal is a deal after all,
and I have come to reap it all.
Know ye not the smoke ye see?
Tis your burning family tree.
And when ye beg a drink of me,
your mother's...
That deep dark pit that beckons some?
Those within be blind and numb.
Touch not the gate lest ye succumb.
Know ye not my purpose here?
My dark intentions grow severe.
The ending of our game is near.
Those of your blood I bathe in fear.
Know ye not your master's call?
The bargain struck brings the fall.
A deal is a deal after all,
and I have come to reap it all.
Know ye not the smoke ye see?
Tis your burning family tree.
And when ye beg a drink of me,
your mother's...
898 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 6:18pm
25th Jan 2013 6:18pm
Consider
It's strange
that the night
is an absence
of light.
But insane
that the day
let's the shadows
remain.
that the night
is an absence
of light.
But insane
that the day
let's the shadows
remain.
726 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 3:09am
25th Nov 2012 3:09am
This Thing
Must it come out again?
This dark, cursed thing?
It's only thirsty, I suppose.
It's song wakes me from the deepest sleep.
perhaps just one drink will sate it.
This time.
It sings it's need to me, this thing.
I can't for the life of me remember my response,
but i woke up in a field.
This dark, cursed thing?
It's only thirsty, I suppose.
It's song wakes me from the deepest sleep.
perhaps just one drink will sate it.
This time.
It sings it's need to me, this thing.
I can't for the life of me remember my response,
but i woke up in a field.
741 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2012 4:59am
4th Oct 2012 4:59am
Let Them Come
Suddenly surpassing expectations,
living up to all their hopes.
But adherence to their dictations,
plants me in the enemy's scopes.
I'm damned if I fly and damned if I fall,
I'm not sure which turn to take.
A time of need with no one to call,
win the fight or embrace the stake?
The moment comes and my choice is clear,
if it's war they want, I'll give them some.
Confront this warrior's lack of fear,
I raise my sword and let them come.
living up to all their hopes.
But adherence to their dictations,
plants me in the enemy's scopes.
I'm damned if I fly and damned if I fall,
I'm not sure which turn to take.
A time of need with no one to call,
win the fight or embrace the stake?
The moment comes and my choice is clear,
if it's war they want, I'll give them some.
Confront this warrior's lack of fear,
I raise my sword and let them come.
837 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 10:18am
30th Apr 2012 10:18am
not necessary
you wont need a priest or pastor,
i lived for you, i tried my best.
i should've tried harder, faster.
in the end , i failed my test.
don't read the bible at my parting,
i tried to be someone else so you'd smile.
i should've thought before starting.
so now i guess, I'll rest awhile.
don't ask HIM to show me mercy,
I'm so sorry i couldn't change.
where i'm headed, they scream they're thirsty
my boat ride there has been arranged.
He is clear about this ending,
the boatman said for money joint.
catch the love that i am...
i lived for you, i tried my best.
i should've tried harder, faster.
in the end , i failed my test.
don't read the bible at my parting,
i tried to be someone else so you'd smile.
i should've thought before starting.
so now i guess, I'll rest awhile.
don't ask HIM to show me mercy,
I'm so sorry i couldn't change.
where i'm headed, they scream they're thirsty
my boat ride there has been arranged.
He is clear about this ending,
the boatman said for money joint.
catch the love that i am...
808 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 6:13pm
19th Feb 2012 6:13pm
Tear them down.
God damn them! They lie to us!
They create scarcity to maximize profit!
Can't price it high if we have a lot of it!
What's worse is society's majority believes that shit!
Scream and cry out that you're fed up and done with it!
Fuck them! It's disgusting!
"Automobile transportation is sustainable."
Really? Then why does a car that won't break seem unattainable?
We don't even fucking need fossil fuels!
We're a monetary country filled up with fools!
Come on! Really? We can't live without money?
A wrinkled piece of paper that's worthless and...
They create scarcity to maximize profit!
Can't price it high if we have a lot of it!
What's worse is society's majority believes that shit!
Scream and cry out that you're fed up and done with it!
Fuck them! It's disgusting!
"Automobile transportation is sustainable."
Really? Then why does a car that won't break seem unattainable?
We don't even fucking need fossil fuels!
We're a monetary country filled up with fools!
Come on! Really? We can't live without money?
A wrinkled piece of paper that's worthless and...
978 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 3:22am
20th Jun 2011 3:22am
HERE
Here the truth is rarely seen,
but for the spaces in between.
Here where thoughts are dark and mean,
steel and concrete never clean.
Here amidst the king and royal,
with the snakes that writhe and coil.
Here where blood and temper boil,
and beneath the feet is never soil.
Here I wait with few friends found,
themselves and I with bodies bound.
Here where time ticks slowly round,
and grown men flinch at every sound.
Don't come here.
but for the spaces in between.
Here where thoughts are dark and mean,
steel and concrete never clean.
Here amidst the king and royal,
with the snakes that writhe and coil.
Here where blood and temper boil,
and beneath the feet is never soil.
Here I wait with few friends found,
themselves and I with bodies bound.
Here where time ticks slowly round,
and grown men flinch at every sound.
Don't come here.
856 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 6:32pm
16th Jun 2011 6:32pm
Broken
Well,I slipped and fell today,
there was no one to catch me.
My wings were clipped and fell away,
down with soul and dark sky matching.
I think of sins and harsh words spoken,
falling fast with my regret.
When I hit bottom and lay there broken,
I'll pay for deedsI can't forget.
I wish I'd slipped without knowing,
I hope my wrongs don't outlive me.
It's a one way trip where I'm going,
I hope these words help you forgive me.
there was no one to catch me.
My wings were clipped and fell away,
down with soul and dark sky matching.
I think of sins and harsh words spoken,
falling fast with my regret.
When I hit bottom and lay there broken,
I'll pay for deedsI can't forget.
I wish I'd slipped without knowing,
I hope my wrongs don't outlive me.
It's a one way trip where I'm going,
I hope these words help you forgive me.
1112 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 6:21pm
16th Jun 2011 6:21pm
United States of Contradiction
Witness the genius follow the witless, can't they see the fall approaching ?
Leaders who wouldboast their fitness, hold their nose while rights are roasting.
You pledge allegiance to the money, within a nation ruled by serpents.
This is truth that isn't funny, you have been misled on purpose.
Come and see the foreign fighting, the reasons are a work of fiction,
Waiting for the savior sighting, United States of Contradiction.
Leaders who wouldboast their fitness, hold their nose while rights are roasting.
You pledge allegiance to the money, within a nation ruled by serpents.
This is truth that isn't funny, you have been misled on purpose.
Come and see the foreign fighting, the reasons are a work of fiction,
Waiting for the savior sighting, United States of Contradiction.
919 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2010 5:36pm
11th Nov 2010 5:36pm
Him
When he showed me his face i trembled.
A deep bone rattling shiver.
Not an ugly face i thought. Not from a distance.
It was the look in his eyes. A look that spoke volumes.
It spoke of pain and loss, it spoke of anger and hatred,
it told mehe'd seen and done horrific things.
I beheld him and was afraid, thinking how easy it would be for him to
turn these unspeakable things against me.
I turned and walked away dizzy,I'd decided never to look at him again.
It was a shame because that mirror was expensive.
A deep bone rattling shiver.
Not an ugly face i thought. Not from a distance.
It was the look in his eyes. A look that spoke volumes.
It spoke of pain and loss, it spoke of anger and hatred,
it told mehe'd seen and done horrific things.
I beheld him and was afraid, thinking how easy it would be for him to
turn these unspeakable things against me.
I turned and walked away dizzy,I'd decided never to look at him again.
It was a shame because that mirror was expensive.
1366 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2010 7:03pm
10th Oct 2010 7:03pm
end........?
It's coming unraveled,
could this be the end?
It's not safe to travel,
without a defense.
We're fighting our families,
and killing our friends.
We'll soon be alone,
could this be the end?
As long as there's funny,
funny money to spend,
eyes turn from the truth,
could this be the end?
The evil empowered,
on them we depend.
We take what they give us,
could this be the end?
The cure is without, the poison within.
It's too late to shout and too late to win.
The righteous are out, the...
could this be the end?
It's not safe to travel,
without a defense.
We're fighting our families,
and killing our friends.
We'll soon be alone,
could this be the end?
As long as there's funny,
funny money to spend,
eyes turn from the truth,
could this be the end?
The evil empowered,
on them we depend.
We take what they give us,
could this be the end?
The cure is without, the poison within.
It's too late to shout and too late to win.
The righteous are out, the...
898 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2010 5:12am
10th Oct 2010 5:12am
blood
the blood won't tell you,
because the blood didn't see,
what i have been through ,
or who did it to me.
the blood will be silent,
the blood will be blind,
it sees none of the violence,
it speaks not of the kind.
blood, blood, oh flood of blood.
because the blood didn't see,
what i have been through ,
or who did it to me.
the blood will be silent,
the blood will be blind,
it sees none of the violence,
it speaks not of the kind.
blood, blood, oh flood of blood.
978 reads
1 Comment
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