Submissions by seascape
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 1:38pm
22nd Jun 2014 1:38pm
Babygirl and me
Babygirl and me:
The wolf lives to survive, many say they are killers, and stalk around at night
People talk of things they do not understand, they fear them even more
I watched a pack run, and dance at night, screaming at the moon because they wanted to
I have to admit, I did to
They accepted me, when the people just push me away
I guess it is the fear that runs through their veins; people fear things they do not understand
My ancestors were slaughtered; they were forced to undergo immigration in their own home land
My ancestors had to change their sacred...
The wolf lives to survive, many say they are killers, and stalk around at night
People talk of things they do not understand, they fear them even more
I watched a pack run, and dance at night, screaming at the moon because they wanted to
I have to admit, I did to
They accepted me, when the people just push me away
I guess it is the fear that runs through their veins; people fear things they do not understand
My ancestors were slaughtered; they were forced to undergo immigration in their own home land
My ancestors had to change their sacred...
598 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 00:37am
22nd Jun 2014 00:37am
Just a little something about me
Just a little something about me:
I think parents have a lot to do with the protection and well being of their child. I admit I was proud of my son so I posted him and his rap not thinking that it could be perceived as something other than talent.
However if you have been in, and threw things I have you do not have to dig too deep to find the devil under my skin. Sadism is one of my finer qualities if you piss me off. I consider myself very open minded and very good at accepting people for whom they are, not what they have done.
Only because I no, what I can and will...
I think parents have a lot to do with the protection and well being of their child. I admit I was proud of my son so I posted him and his rap not thinking that it could be perceived as something other than talent.
However if you have been in, and threw things I have you do not have to dig too deep to find the devil under my skin. Sadism is one of my finer qualities if you piss me off. I consider myself very open minded and very good at accepting people for whom they are, not what they have done.
Only because I no, what I can and will...
530 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 11:19pm
21st Jun 2014 11:19pm
How could I live with me
How could I live with me?
Your days from me that’s farther then miles, and it feels like the light years have turned me away
How could I let myself be so naive, and I know nothing, nothing
You couldn’t possibly love me; it’s easier for me to believe I am not worth loving
Not like I didn’t already fathom, such a union is impossible to conceive, I was just being naive
I loved the idea, I loved the dream, I loved the chance it could be, but in all likely hood, what was the
Practicability, the odds and probability, I was just being naive
You’re an exotic mountain...
Your days from me that’s farther then miles, and it feels like the light years have turned me away
How could I let myself be so naive, and I know nothing, nothing
You couldn’t possibly love me; it’s easier for me to believe I am not worth loving
Not like I didn’t already fathom, such a union is impossible to conceive, I was just being naive
I loved the idea, I loved the dream, I loved the chance it could be, but in all likely hood, what was the
Practicability, the odds and probability, I was just being naive
You’re an exotic mountain...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 3:19pm
21st Jun 2014 3:19pm
In his Lap
In his Lap:
I didn’t want to write today, but something will not let me rest from my emotions
I try to bury them, and most everyone thinks I do
But it’s just a show, I just pretend to
If I was a drinker, I’d shoot 5th‘s from sun down till sun up, for the next week or two
I can’t get this out of my mind, and God I wish I could
I think I know the man that can handle me
It’s funny but I think, I always kind of new
His hair will be silver from wisdom, and the time he put in just learning to be a man
His hands will be like leather from the work he has done,...
I didn’t want to write today, but something will not let me rest from my emotions
I try to bury them, and most everyone thinks I do
But it’s just a show, I just pretend to
If I was a drinker, I’d shoot 5th‘s from sun down till sun up, for the next week or two
I can’t get this out of my mind, and God I wish I could
I think I know the man that can handle me
It’s funny but I think, I always kind of new
His hair will be silver from wisdom, and the time he put in just learning to be a man
His hands will be like leather from the work he has done,...
496 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 4:01am
21st Jun 2014 4:01am
Like the Rain
Like the rain:
How can I put this?
I want to be gentle now
I want to be understood somehow
How do you understand the rain?
Most normal people break it down to a science
I can understand that and to be frank, I do it’s basically
Heat from the sun causing moisture in the ground to evaporate
The ground also heats the air above it.
Water vapors rise
Then cools and condenses into clouds
And boom
I am not that normal person
Though I can understand you
This does not mean you understand me
I see rain in a different way; I see it...
How can I put this?
I want to be gentle now
I want to be understood somehow
How do you understand the rain?
Most normal people break it down to a science
I can understand that and to be frank, I do it’s basically
Heat from the sun causing moisture in the ground to evaporate
The ground also heats the air above it.
Water vapors rise
Then cools and condenses into clouds
And boom
I am not that normal person
Though I can understand you
This does not mean you understand me
I see rain in a different way; I see it...
604 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2014 2:25am
20th Jun 2014 2:25am
I do not know your religion or God
I do not know your religion or God:
I do not know Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, Rastafari, Sikhism, Shinto, Umbanda, Voodoo, or Scientology
These religions and many more mean nothing to me. The people who are in a religious sect I have,
Nothing but respect
I do not care about your religion that is not what defines you to me, it is your soul that I see, it is the
Essence, the core, the whole of your being
I do not no Anansi, Aphrodite, Baal, Chac, Dagon, Freya, Geb, Horus, Krishna, Laki, Rama, Shiva, Tenut,
Uzume, Venus, Xi Wang-Mu, Yam or Zues
These...
I do not know Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, Rastafari, Sikhism, Shinto, Umbanda, Voodoo, or Scientology
These religions and many more mean nothing to me. The people who are in a religious sect I have,
Nothing but respect
I do not care about your religion that is not what defines you to me, it is your soul that I see, it is the
Essence, the core, the whole of your being
I do not no Anansi, Aphrodite, Baal, Chac, Dagon, Freya, Geb, Horus, Krishna, Laki, Rama, Shiva, Tenut,
Uzume, Venus, Xi Wang-Mu, Yam or Zues
These...
554 reads
11 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 6:05pm
19th Jun 2014 6:05pm
I was touched
815 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2014 3:34pm
18th Jun 2014 3:34pm
The mother I am
The mother I am:
Have you ever noticed the beauty in getting really dirty?
Have you taken the time to feel the cool mud on your body after a hard rain?
You no after the dances end, and it’s no longer pouring
All that’s left are the drizzles, and the mud, and you
I know it’s not easy for just anybody; you have to still have that child within,
You have to have held onto some of your innocence from back then
You have to not care who the hell is looking
I love the mud after I dance in the rain, and I feel the coldness on my skin
I don’t care who could be...
Have you ever noticed the beauty in getting really dirty?
Have you taken the time to feel the cool mud on your body after a hard rain?
You no after the dances end, and it’s no longer pouring
All that’s left are the drizzles, and the mud, and you
I know it’s not easy for just anybody; you have to still have that child within,
You have to have held onto some of your innocence from back then
You have to not care who the hell is looking
I love the mud after I dance in the rain, and I feel the coldness on my skin
I don’t care who could be...
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2014 3:19am
18th Jun 2014 3:19am
Can I trust you with me
Can I trust you with me?
Today I need a break, today I want to let go of everything
Today the sun is so bright; the sky is calling out, and talking to me
I don’t want to think, I no tomorrow everything will be the same
I can’t do this anymore at least not today, Love is just another thing
Today I just want to feel, I want to feel all around me, I want, no I need
The grass under my feet, pulling me to my knees, Oh how I wish I could just be
The only one on earth, for I second for a moment, I am, I am, and this feeling
Is taking over all my senses, I am electric...
Today I need a break, today I want to let go of everything
Today the sun is so bright; the sky is calling out, and talking to me
I don’t want to think, I no tomorrow everything will be the same
I can’t do this anymore at least not today, Love is just another thing
Today I just want to feel, I want to feel all around me, I want, no I need
The grass under my feet, pulling me to my knees, Oh how I wish I could just be
The only one on earth, for I second for a moment, I am, I am, and this feeling
Is taking over all my senses, I am electric...
733 reads
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