Submissions by shadowsfallsoftly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Shadows fall softly giving way to night. The blood sings in my veins so violently alive. Here in the shadows I find myself revived. Here dreaming in the darkness with all too open eyes.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2014 6:55am
18th Mar 2014 6:55am
Masochist
why do I let you hurt me
why do I let you make me cry
what is it about you that draws me
like a fly
Perhaps I'm masochistic
addicted to the pain
for every time I trust you
you tell me pretty lies
you leave me gasping,breathless
broken on the floor
and yet I come back to you
asking for more
Why, perhaps your my mutilation
like the edge of a knife
I know this isn't love
so maybe it's a high
why do I let you make me cry
what is it about you that draws me
like a fly
Perhaps I'm masochistic
addicted to the pain
for every time I trust you
you tell me pretty lies
you leave me gasping,breathless
broken on the floor
and yet I come back to you
asking for more
Why, perhaps your my mutilation
like the edge of a knife
I know this isn't love
so maybe it's a high
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 2:38am
17th Mar 2014 2:38am
the night
I walk in shadows
bathed in moonlight
marveling in beauty
hidden from sight
I walk in shadows
and step with liquid grace
I find my stillness
my worries fall away
I look up in wonderment
at the glittering sky
reviling in the velvet darkness
of the night
There is no reason
of the dark to be afraid
there is beauty here
when the world is not awake
bathed in moonlight
marveling in beauty
hidden from sight
I walk in shadows
and step with liquid grace
I find my stillness
my worries fall away
I look up in wonderment
at the glittering sky
reviling in the velvet darkness
of the night
There is no reason
of the dark to be afraid
there is beauty here
when the world is not awake
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2014 4:58am
16th Mar 2014 4:58am
Artist
step step step
always stay in beat
walk with the shadow people
the faceless on the street
who are you to change
to choose to have a face
to paint your world in vibrant hues
of anger,passion, pain
Artist vile thing
you dare to make us feel
in our monochromatic world
where there is no pain
for we are numb and cold
and so we are safe
yet you come speaking poetry
with paint
with bright sickening colors
of happiness and pain
Who are you poet
to speak of things
like war to...
always stay in beat
walk with the shadow people
the faceless on the street
who are you to change
to choose to have a face
to paint your world in vibrant hues
of anger,passion, pain
Artist vile thing
you dare to make us feel
in our monochromatic world
where there is no pain
for we are numb and cold
and so we are safe
yet you come speaking poetry
with paint
with bright sickening colors
of happiness and pain
Who are you poet
to speak of things
like war to...
631 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 3:48am
10th Mar 2014 3:48am
I am a woman
I am a woman.
Impractical
Imperfect
Insecure
I am a woman
a breathing work of art
I have the power to enchant you
with a simple husky laugh
I have the power to pull you in
by a gesture or a phrase
I am a woman
I am vulnerable sometimes
yet still I find the strength to mingle laughter with my tears
to stand tall in the face of what I fear
I am a woman and the world has said
that I must be tall and lanky
and Have a million mile legs
I am a woman
I laugh to loud
eat chicken wings ...
Impractical
Imperfect
Insecure
I am a woman
a breathing work of art
I have the power to enchant you
with a simple husky laugh
I have the power to pull you in
by a gesture or a phrase
I am a woman
I am vulnerable sometimes
yet still I find the strength to mingle laughter with my tears
to stand tall in the face of what I fear
I am a woman and the world has said
that I must be tall and lanky
and Have a million mile legs
I am a woman
I laugh to loud
eat chicken wings ...
729 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 3:45am
8th Mar 2014 3:45am
Madness
I am scared
these words fall from my lips
in a torrent
And I wonder as you read them do you care?
Probably not.
I am just another face
just another poet
like you.
It means nothing
and yet everything
Don't you know you hear my silent scream?
Who am I?
who writes these words that stab me?
that scrawl across the page
reviling more of me.
than I care to have you know
but, maybe, if I write these words
they won't eat me alive
maybe if I get them out
some how I can survive.
I...
these words fall from my lips
in a torrent
And I wonder as you read them do you care?
Probably not.
I am just another face
just another poet
like you.
It means nothing
and yet everything
Don't you know you hear my silent scream?
Who am I?
who writes these words that stab me?
that scrawl across the page
reviling more of me.
than I care to have you know
but, maybe, if I write these words
they won't eat me alive
maybe if I get them out
some how I can survive.
I...
808 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 4:20am
7th Mar 2014 4:20am
Empty hallway
I wonder through these empty halls
Surrounded by these stark, blank walls
Shadows playing in the light,
Shadows dancing in the night
I scream to pierce the heavy air
It echoes back no one is there
No one to hear
No one to care
Mirrors, mirrors, on the walls
Reflecting back my every flaw
A thousand faces taunting me
A thousand things that no one sees
And the memories keep playing, playing
Like some demented song explaining
That I’m broken, incapable of what I seek
Shall I forever chase a perfect me?
In...
Surrounded by these stark, blank walls
Shadows playing in the light,
Shadows dancing in the night
I scream to pierce the heavy air
It echoes back no one is there
No one to hear
No one to care
Mirrors, mirrors, on the walls
Reflecting back my every flaw
A thousand faces taunting me
A thousand things that no one sees
And the memories keep playing, playing
Like some demented song explaining
That I’m broken, incapable of what I seek
Shall I forever chase a perfect me?
In...
725 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 3:42am
7th Mar 2014 3:42am
I await you
I await the one with moonlight falling in his hair
that breaths in whispered chants
who sings the songs of old
He who feels the rush and the rustle
of the wind that dances through the trees
I wonder is he out there one, who is truly free?
ah! Enchanted one, so like me
I await you here
I call you in my dreams
that breaths in whispered chants
who sings the songs of old
He who feels the rush and the rustle
of the wind that dances through the trees
I wonder is he out there one, who is truly free?
ah! Enchanted one, so like me
I await you here
I call you in my dreams
715 reads
10 Comments
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