Submissions by soleil_89 (Taylor G.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:13pm
26th Feb 2014 6:13pm
A Candle to Our Name.
From the beginning,
My soul,
It loved you.
I bled to comfort you,
to touch your face;
To find you in my secret place.
My masterpiece in the sky.
You are my Van Gogh
My Starry Night.
My Claude Monet,
As I walk among the lilies.
The Claire DeLune
of every melody.
Find me here my love.
Find my soul as I wait for you.
I am relentless.
The curse I am cursed with;
Shall my love ever reflect,
or continue on into this void
without a candle to it's name?
I miss you, my love.
As I thrive on your...
My soul,
It loved you.
I bled to comfort you,
to touch your face;
To find you in my secret place.
My masterpiece in the sky.
You are my Van Gogh
My Starry Night.
My Claude Monet,
As I walk among the lilies.
The Claire DeLune
of every melody.
Find me here my love.
Find my soul as I wait for you.
I am relentless.
The curse I am cursed with;
Shall my love ever reflect,
or continue on into this void
without a candle to it's name?
I miss you, my love.
As I thrive on your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 8:59pm
19th Feb 2014 8:59pm
If I had a Million Dollars.
Her eyes are hungry,
Her mouth is dry.
Stomach bulged,
Mother's too high,
to live in reality of the world diminishing around her.
While her children cry, beg, and plea.
She smokes and smokes, oblivious to the stench of rot.
These dreams are not dreams,
but nightmares that haunt my sanity.
I have no money, I have no plea.
Not with the world, not without green.
They cover their bleeding eyes, their deafened ears.
They turn away, for the sake of their "good night's rest"
While I lay awake each night. ...
Her mouth is dry.
Stomach bulged,
Mother's too high,
to live in reality of the world diminishing around her.
While her children cry, beg, and plea.
She smokes and smokes, oblivious to the stench of rot.
These dreams are not dreams,
but nightmares that haunt my sanity.
I have no money, I have no plea.
Not with the world, not without green.
They cover their bleeding eyes, their deafened ears.
They turn away, for the sake of their "good night's rest"
While I lay awake each night. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 7:33pm
19th Feb 2014 7:33pm
Forever I'll Stay
Forever I'll stay,
As I gaze upon your complex simplicity.
Your face withholds my adoration,
Those eyes that pierce the world's condemnation,
For you see me, Not as the world see's me,
But as a flower see's the sunlight;
The dawn first embracing its' petals.
Warmth and Security.
Find me here, Always.
Forever I'll stay.
To count the hairs on your golden crown,
Those fingers and toes, withholding their microscopic perfection.
I'll pluck the darkness from your nightmares;
Guarding the safety of your dreams.
I'll count every breath that...
As I gaze upon your complex simplicity.
Your face withholds my adoration,
Those eyes that pierce the world's condemnation,
For you see me, Not as the world see's me,
But as a flower see's the sunlight;
The dawn first embracing its' petals.
Warmth and Security.
Find me here, Always.
Forever I'll stay.
To count the hairs on your golden crown,
Those fingers and toes, withholding their microscopic perfection.
I'll pluck the darkness from your nightmares;
Guarding the safety of your dreams.
I'll count every breath that...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 4:53am
21st Jul 2013 4:53am
Paradox.
Trapped into a 24 hour vortex,
Repetition is my nightmare.
Day by day,
it's all the same.
The cleaning,
The cooking,
The "doe eyes",
Pretending to be absent of opinion,
as my mind races with objection.
This is not the life I wanted to live,
Shall I rot in this eternal paradox?
Repetition is my nightmare.
Day by day,
it's all the same.
The cleaning,
The cooking,
The "doe eyes",
Pretending to be absent of opinion,
as my mind races with objection.
This is not the life I wanted to live,
Shall I rot in this eternal paradox?
762 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 4:06am
20th Jul 2013 4:06am
Narcotics Anonymous.
Uninspired.
Vacant.
Unsatisfied.
Unavailable.
Excruciating Exhaustion.
Sesame St. Massacre.
Insomnia addict.
Poverty at it's finest.
No adoration. No intimacy.
Narcotics Anonymous.
Restoration.
Vacant.
Unsatisfied.
Unavailable.
Excruciating Exhaustion.
Sesame St. Massacre.
Insomnia addict.
Poverty at it's finest.
No adoration. No intimacy.
Narcotics Anonymous.
Restoration.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 3:31am
16th Jul 2013 3:31am
Condemning Beauty.
I don't know who you are,
but your beauty brings me pain.
The excruciating tear in my sides
burns in the deepest levels that you couldn't even imagine.
It aches.
Knowing that you exist, but not being able to touch your face.
To comfort that far away look
in the strange picture I secretly adore.
I'm bleeding.
The lacerations of mutilation
only ring of your beauty's condemnation.
I'm exhausted, yet no sleep comes for me.
Pulling me down, In that secret adoration.
This insomnia will bring me to my insanity.
You...
but your beauty brings me pain.
The excruciating tear in my sides
burns in the deepest levels that you couldn't even imagine.
It aches.
Knowing that you exist, but not being able to touch your face.
To comfort that far away look
in the strange picture I secretly adore.
I'm bleeding.
The lacerations of mutilation
only ring of your beauty's condemnation.
I'm exhausted, yet no sleep comes for me.
Pulling me down, In that secret adoration.
This insomnia will bring me to my insanity.
You...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 7:13pm
14th Jul 2013 7:13pm
Frustrations.
I'm laying here.
Waiting for your words,
Your promised passion,
adoration,
and all I'm feeling is frustration.
My fingers brush your skin,
begging, craving your attention,
outlining the shape of your face,
those eyes, those lips.
but all you claim is wasted space.
You underestimate my passion,
my intellect of interest.
Your wasting my time, my words,
my life.
I have no more left to give you my love,
no more passion,
no more rhymes.
Waiting for your words,
Your promised passion,
adoration,
and all I'm feeling is frustration.
My fingers brush your skin,
begging, craving your attention,
outlining the shape of your face,
those eyes, those lips.
but all you claim is wasted space.
You underestimate my passion,
my intellect of interest.
Your wasting my time, my words,
my life.
I have no more left to give you my love,
no more passion,
no more rhymes.
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 1:14am
14th Jul 2013 1:14am
I'm searching for your eyes.
I'm searching for your eyes.
Those eyes that see me.
That perfected coexistence;
not found by many.
I'm searching for your eyes.
To see what those eyes see.
Every pang of agony,
every inflicted wound.
Those bright,
wise eyes.
Hidden from the world,
hidden from me.
Those eyes that see me.
That perfected coexistence;
not found by many.
I'm searching for your eyes.
To see what those eyes see.
Every pang of agony,
every inflicted wound.
Those bright,
wise eyes.
Hidden from the world,
hidden from me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 6:41pm
13th Jul 2013 6:41pm
Stranger
Better to be forgotten,
unmarked in my mind.
That strange, familiar beauty;
That brilliance which struck me blind.
Charming with grace,
filled with elegance and sophistication.
A spark of hope brought center to any thought,
but as you quickly appeared,
you faded to a dream.
A silent memory in which you hold your space.
That small,
tiny,
space.
Nothing more.
But that space does hold it's presence.
That smile you made me reciprocate.
I'll hold onto your words, a small token of favor.
You're Annabel Lee,...
unmarked in my mind.
That strange, familiar beauty;
That brilliance which struck me blind.
Charming with grace,
filled with elegance and sophistication.
A spark of hope brought center to any thought,
but as you quickly appeared,
you faded to a dream.
A silent memory in which you hold your space.
That small,
tiny,
space.
Nothing more.
But that space does hold it's presence.
That smile you made me reciprocate.
I'll hold onto your words, a small token of favor.
You're Annabel Lee,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 3:21am
13th Jul 2013 3:21am
Sun and the Moon
Dear Sun,
Oh such lovely eye of Heaven,
Your warmth is only dreamt of.
Your complexity versus simplicity
Brings only blistering ones.
For I, the moon,
The other eye,
The only one who's tears can not dry,
due to the coldness of this night,
Why, my darling, must I cry?
For your warmth would only dissolve my light.
Eternal damnation could never feel so fated.
Like Judas,
better unborn
Like Hades,
betrayed.
Your awakening eye,
puts mine to slumber,
but as the light...
Oh such lovely eye of Heaven,
Your warmth is only dreamt of.
Your complexity versus simplicity
Brings only blistering ones.
For I, the moon,
The other eye,
The only one who's tears can not dry,
due to the coldness of this night,
Why, my darling, must I cry?
For your warmth would only dissolve my light.
Eternal damnation could never feel so fated.
Like Judas,
better unborn
Like Hades,
betrayed.
Your awakening eye,
puts mine to slumber,
but as the light...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 2:47am
13th Jul 2013 2:47am
Knocking
Knocking.
Waiting.
Desperate to comfort thee,
My beholder of pain.
Thy wounds betray you, Annabel lee.
For scars betray her loss.
Stories of Love's pricy cost.
Too poor to pay,
to pitiful to bare.
So beautiful tis thee.
A light yet to be compared.
And so, I'm waiting.
Desperate to comfort thee.
My beholder of pain.
My pitiful,
Most beautiful,
my darling Annabel Lee.
Waiting.
Desperate to comfort thee,
My beholder of pain.
Thy wounds betray you, Annabel lee.
For scars betray her loss.
Stories of Love's pricy cost.
Too poor to pay,
to pitiful to bare.
So beautiful tis thee.
A light yet to be compared.
And so, I'm waiting.
Desperate to comfort thee.
My beholder of pain.
My pitiful,
Most beautiful,
my darling Annabel Lee.
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