Submissions by soulwrites
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My soul bleeds ink through my pen. I have to read what I wrote, or else I don't know what it says. I have been writing for 25 years, and always carry pen and paper in my pocket.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 1:03pm
5th Sep 2011 1:03pm
Only one word (a guessing game)
If I only was allowed one word for you,
what would I say?
That's something to think about,
I'd probably be in dismay.
I already know the answer,
so see if you can guess,
by the time this write,
has any words left.
It would have to be of love,
it would have to be of something close,
it couldn't be known just to one of us,
would have to be known to both.
It would have to carry passion,
it would have to be intense,
it would have to be powerful,
it would have to be something I meant.
The word must be timeless,
the...
what would I say?
That's something to think about,
I'd probably be in dismay.
I already know the answer,
so see if you can guess,
by the time this write,
has any words left.
It would have to be of love,
it would have to be of something close,
it couldn't be known just to one of us,
would have to be known to both.
It would have to carry passion,
it would have to be intense,
it would have to be powerful,
it would have to be something I meant.
The word must be timeless,
the...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 11:53am
5th Sep 2011 11:53am
Sands of time
Life is ephemeral, everything changes so fast,
so few things in life, have the ability to last.
love however is eternal, the epitome of divine,
one product in existence, that can outlast even time.
Words too live an infinite existence,
with the power to destroy or bring deliverance.
My love and my words, exist in my soul and not my mind,
after I'm dead and gone, they'll both reside in the sands of time.
I used to write about hate, evil and disgust,
now I find myself continuously writing about love.
I've become a miracle, an indigo all grown...
so few things in life, have the ability to last.
love however is eternal, the epitome of divine,
one product in existence, that can outlast even time.
Words too live an infinite existence,
with the power to destroy or bring deliverance.
My love and my words, exist in my soul and not my mind,
after I'm dead and gone, they'll both reside in the sands of time.
I used to write about hate, evil and disgust,
now I find myself continuously writing about love.
I've become a miracle, an indigo all grown...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 00:48am
5th Sep 2011 00:48am
Writer's blackhole
I pick up my pen, as I laugh off writer's block,
I'll continue to write, if it makes sense or not,
I don't follow along, I prefer to lead the pack,
while others get stuck,
I continue to write and never look back.
Quick, someone call a paramedic,
he's bleeding ink all over the place,
and his writing has terrible aesthetics!
Syntactically incorrect, his writing is a mess,
someone do something quick,
before something happens to the alphabet.
Back writing again, just can't get enough,
these words are my love,
always random off the cuff,...
I'll continue to write, if it makes sense or not,
I don't follow along, I prefer to lead the pack,
while others get stuck,
I continue to write and never look back.
Quick, someone call a paramedic,
he's bleeding ink all over the place,
and his writing has terrible aesthetics!
Syntactically incorrect, his writing is a mess,
someone do something quick,
before something happens to the alphabet.
Back writing again, just can't get enough,
these words are my love,
always random off the cuff,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 9:51pm
4th Sep 2011 9:51pm
Snow
Looking at the snow,
staring out this window,
gentle wind blows,
the snow...
...in different directions,
no specific intentions,
landing randomly,
seemingly inconspicuously.
The trees are bare,
icy cold glare,
from old Mr. Winter.
Sounds absorbed and insolated,
by the snow covered hill,
leafless weeds almost still.
White, fluffy, untouched,
loving this vantage point much,
it's such,
a wonderful feeling of love.
I feel compassion,
and also satisfaction.
Single fence post,
standing by...
staring out this window,
gentle wind blows,
the snow...
...in different directions,
no specific intentions,
landing randomly,
seemingly inconspicuously.
The trees are bare,
icy cold glare,
from old Mr. Winter.
Sounds absorbed and insolated,
by the snow covered hill,
leafless weeds almost still.
White, fluffy, untouched,
loving this vantage point much,
it's such,
a wonderful feeling of love.
I feel compassion,
and also satisfaction.
Single fence post,
standing by...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 3:21pm
4th Sep 2011 3:21pm
Visions
I see in myself, what you have instilled,
a flower of love, basking in the sun on a window sill.
I remain here for you, forever very strong,
feeling in my heart, in my arms you belong.
The twinkle in your eyes, your long flowing hair,
your beauty enchants me, removes all of my cares.
The touch of your breath, the sound of your whisper,
provides me natural ecstacy, and makes my soul shiver.
We've got love, we have this divine synergy,
we have out of this world experiences, and unbelievable synchronicities.
If you ever feel doubt, just remember...
a flower of love, basking in the sun on a window sill.
I remain here for you, forever very strong,
feeling in my heart, in my arms you belong.
The twinkle in your eyes, your long flowing hair,
your beauty enchants me, removes all of my cares.
The touch of your breath, the sound of your whisper,
provides me natural ecstacy, and makes my soul shiver.
We've got love, we have this divine synergy,
we have out of this world experiences, and unbelievable synchronicities.
If you ever feel doubt, just remember...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 1:10pm
4th Sep 2011 1:10pm
Inside of my mind
This depressive state, is driving me insane,
just can't seem to live this way,
inside of my mind, I'm not ok,
make it stop, make it stop, please...
I no longer want to live with this disease.
I can't stand it, not at all,
my mind is racing, but my body has stalled.
Depression so severe, it's hard to breathe,
I don't feel like the same old me.
Take it away, I really need help,
some days I truly feel like killing myself.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb Jan 2011
just can't seem to live this way,
inside of my mind, I'm not ok,
make it stop, make it stop, please...
I no longer want to live with this disease.
I can't stand it, not at all,
my mind is racing, but my body has stalled.
Depression so severe, it's hard to breathe,
I don't feel like the same old me.
Take it away, I really need help,
some days I truly feel like killing myself.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb Jan 2011
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 4:46am
4th Sep 2011 4:46am
Crisis room
Waiting in this waiting room, feels like my neck is broken,
more seriously, it feels like I've had an emotional abortion,
sanity fleeting, from painful misery,
emotionally suffocated, I can barely breathe.
Starting to predict, the stages of my emotional collapse,
but knowledge not enough, as sorrow continues its attack.
Now as I sit in this mental health crisis room,
deep feelings of pain and impending doom.
Waiting in here, delivering extreme fears,
earlier it was proactive, now I'm drowning in tears,
entire gravity of my situation, just...
more seriously, it feels like I've had an emotional abortion,
sanity fleeting, from painful misery,
emotionally suffocated, I can barely breathe.
Starting to predict, the stages of my emotional collapse,
but knowledge not enough, as sorrow continues its attack.
Now as I sit in this mental health crisis room,
deep feelings of pain and impending doom.
Waiting in here, delivering extreme fears,
earlier it was proactive, now I'm drowning in tears,
entire gravity of my situation, just...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Sep 2011 3:42am
4th Sep 2011 3:42am
Love or disaster
I spit legit non-counterfeit shit quick, abusing the alphabet,
to create lyrical bliss.
I don't miss,
I am always on the mark, creating verbal forest fires,
from small linguistic sparks.
Writing ringtones for your eyes, from my soul not my mind, I don't write to beats,
my words create their own kind.
You will see me in the streets, writing poetry, it is a blessing and a curse,
this fuckin verbal alchemy.
My own laws I obey, I never portray, to be something I'm not,
I just say what I say, kicking up dust, stirring up lust,
disturbing peoples...
to create lyrical bliss.
I don't miss,
I am always on the mark, creating verbal forest fires,
from small linguistic sparks.
Writing ringtones for your eyes, from my soul not my mind, I don't write to beats,
my words create their own kind.
You will see me in the streets, writing poetry, it is a blessing and a curse,
this fuckin verbal alchemy.
My own laws I obey, I never portray, to be something I'm not,
I just say what I say, kicking up dust, stirring up lust,
disturbing peoples...
1001 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Sep 2011 4:17pm
3rd Sep 2011 4:17pm
Unborn age
All my positive intentions,
contorted into full blown infections,
hindering forward progression,
frustrations are continuously endless.
Ripping on this mixer, pounding out these beats,
not even these lyrics anymore completely satisfy me.
Cut off at the knees,
crawling on these stumps, but can't see my destiny.
Everyone expects me to believe everything to be alright,
I was born as an adult from the onset of this life,
was a six year old father,
raising my brothers Jeremy and Josh,
now the noose of no childhood adorns my neck,
and the floor is...
contorted into full blown infections,
hindering forward progression,
frustrations are continuously endless.
Ripping on this mixer, pounding out these beats,
not even these lyrics anymore completely satisfy me.
Cut off at the knees,
crawling on these stumps, but can't see my destiny.
Everyone expects me to believe everything to be alright,
I was born as an adult from the onset of this life,
was a six year old father,
raising my brothers Jeremy and Josh,
now the noose of no childhood adorns my neck,
and the floor is...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 12:14pm
3rd Sep 2011 12:14pm
Me, myself and my others
I smell sulphur, what can this be?
...oh, you know, you're in hell stevieb.
huh, what? I don't deserve this!
...oh, sure you do, always stirring up shit.
Come on, what the hell,
what the fuck did I do?
I've cleaned up my act,
and been nice to you.
I've been good, I know about karmic debt,
I've stopped creating more, and am cleaning up what's left.
Come on, please, give me a break!
...too late stevieb, you're making mistakes.
Seriously, look! I haven't been bad,
...then explain this sieco person, with the spray cans.
-from...
...oh, you know, you're in hell stevieb.
huh, what? I don't deserve this!
...oh, sure you do, always stirring up shit.
Come on, what the hell,
what the fuck did I do?
I've cleaned up my act,
and been nice to you.
I've been good, I know about karmic debt,
I've stopped creating more, and am cleaning up what's left.
Come on, please, give me a break!
...too late stevieb, you're making mistakes.
Seriously, look! I haven't been bad,
...then explain this sieco person, with the spray cans.
-from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 1:40am
3rd Sep 2011 1:40am
Girl in crack central
I ride past this girl, sitting in this van,
as her parents and friends, drink beer out of cans.
A part of her life, she'll never get back,
this area is known, for meth and for crack.
On this little girl, I want to see a smile on her face,
so on this hydro box, I'll draw a character with spray paint.
Take her out of her moment, of impatience and pain,
risking charges of vandalism in the open, just to entertain.
I hope her parents, get up out of drugs,
and replace their lifestyle, with one full of love.
Time will pass, but it will never be...
as her parents and friends, drink beer out of cans.
A part of her life, she'll never get back,
this area is known, for meth and for crack.
On this little girl, I want to see a smile on her face,
so on this hydro box, I'll draw a character with spray paint.
Take her out of her moment, of impatience and pain,
risking charges of vandalism in the open, just to entertain.
I hope her parents, get up out of drugs,
and replace their lifestyle, with one full of love.
Time will pass, but it will never be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 11:39am
2nd Sep 2011 11:39am
Spellbound
Love, central to my core mission,
has a tingling sensation, on my nervous system.
Shorting out my brain, to be completely rewired,
all because of this girl, I lovingly admire.
You've conspired, to put me in this trance,
inspired, to continue to do this cosmic dance,
witchy witchcraft, you've put this spell on me,
I don't think you predicted the effective potency.
Deliverance from evil, that just wasn't enough,
you had to outright overwhelm me with love.
Now you've woke me up, and have my attention,
show me what you've got in store, as your...
has a tingling sensation, on my nervous system.
Shorting out my brain, to be completely rewired,
all because of this girl, I lovingly admire.
You've conspired, to put me in this trance,
inspired, to continue to do this cosmic dance,
witchy witchcraft, you've put this spell on me,
I don't think you predicted the effective potency.
Deliverance from evil, that just wasn't enough,
you had to outright overwhelm me with love.
Now you've woke me up, and have my attention,
show me what you've got in store, as your...
982 reads
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