Submissions by stonehorn (RavensYouth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" "I am Ozymandias, King of Kings, look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair."
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2014 6:33pm
18th Apr 2014 6:33pm
Growth On Earth
Bones ache, muscles torn from inside myself
Years gone, within barren wasteland, I grew
Many dreams, hopes, innocent things I slew
Longer, longer still, further we all delve
Feet broken, cut, road uneven, tripped, fell
Many miles have been walked, yet more to grow
Faster, faster, a wish to become slow
Everyday, wish to escape and yell
Crack, crack, ground beneath, rumbles and crumbles
Forward and onwards, now shall I stumble
Body nestled perfect inside a groove
So much so that one can hardly move
Looking up I see the freedom of the air...
Years gone, within barren wasteland, I grew
Many dreams, hopes, innocent things I slew
Longer, longer still, further we all delve
Feet broken, cut, road uneven, tripped, fell
Many miles have been walked, yet more to grow
Faster, faster, a wish to become slow
Everyday, wish to escape and yell
Crack, crack, ground beneath, rumbles and crumbles
Forward and onwards, now shall I stumble
Body nestled perfect inside a groove
So much so that one can hardly move
Looking up I see the freedom of the air...
661 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2014 12:52pm
16th Apr 2014 12:52pm
Birth In Water
Crash, swirl and calm surface
Underneath, a current runs, rips and drown
Turns, head over heel
Which way is up, which is down?
Struggling, kicking, floating my way up
Breath, none left, burning, burning, burning
Breaking throuhg, lungs refill, waves crash
Body, soul, mind, all turning, turning, turning
Stuttering, spluttering, unmoving
Closer, to the shore, slowly, too fast!
Slammed upon the earth, water recedes
Eyes open, light, much too bright.
Trying, failing, legs move, successful
Feet drag, cuts and bruises,...
Underneath, a current runs, rips and drown
Turns, head over heel
Which way is up, which is down?
Struggling, kicking, floating my way up
Breath, none left, burning, burning, burning
Breaking throuhg, lungs refill, waves crash
Body, soul, mind, all turning, turning, turning
Stuttering, spluttering, unmoving
Closer, to the shore, slowly, too fast!
Slammed upon the earth, water recedes
Eyes open, light, much too bright.
Trying, failing, legs move, successful
Feet drag, cuts and bruises,...
623 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 3:48pm
17th Dec 2013 3:48pm
Many A Night
Many a night
I sit by myself
Pondering things
Of no consequence
Many a night
I get an idea
One to help or
One to destroy the world
Many a night
With no thought to others
I would contemplate
Ending it all
Many a night
My questions
Relevant and revealing
Remain unanswered
Many a night
I just sit
And wonder to myself
What's the point of anything?
I sit by myself
Pondering things
Of no consequence
Many a night
I get an idea
One to help or
One to destroy the world
Many a night
With no thought to others
I would contemplate
Ending it all
Many a night
My questions
Relevant and revealing
Remain unanswered
Many a night
I just sit
And wonder to myself
What's the point of anything?
677 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 3:23pm
17th Oct 2013 3:23pm
Why Not?
Why not drink a ton of pills?
There's a part filled with thrills...
Why not gauge the razor up my arm?
My death won't cause any harm
Why not stand on a roof and fly?
That's something to give a try
Why not light myself on fire?
Its not the worst way to retire
Why not give myself a shotgun blast?
Well.. I don't know where to get one
Why not ensure my own demise?
I don't want it to be a surprise
Why not listen to the voice within my head?
All these fantasies, it loved and fed
Thoughts of suicide...
There's a part filled with thrills...
Why not gauge the razor up my arm?
My death won't cause any harm
Why not stand on a roof and fly?
That's something to give a try
Why not light myself on fire?
Its not the worst way to retire
Why not give myself a shotgun blast?
Well.. I don't know where to get one
Why not ensure my own demise?
I don't want it to be a surprise
Why not listen to the voice within my head?
All these fantasies, it loved and fed
Thoughts of suicide...
829 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 3:05pm
17th Oct 2013 3:05pm
The Mirror 3: the crack
The Mirror calls me again
Yet, this is different
Voice haunted with despair
Laced with... Hope?
Softly it shouts for me
I must see what it wants
It looks at me with crack
Right down the middle
It broke...? Yet smiles
..Its free.
Is says,
"If I had one wish.
it would be that time flies
till you get over that bridge"
Yet, this is different
Voice haunted with despair
Laced with... Hope?
Softly it shouts for me
I must see what it wants
It looks at me with crack
Right down the middle
It broke...? Yet smiles
..Its free.
Is says,
"If I had one wish.
it would be that time flies
till you get over that bridge"
553 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 11:23am
8th Sep 2013 11:23am
Bloody Sunday
Sunday, sunday, you fucking bore
Go on and get rammed like a whore
With minutes to last throughout the ages
But nothing new to report in the pages
Sunday, sunday, you're such a bitch
Somewhere there has to be a fucking glitch
With fake smiles and prayers all given
A nail through your skull should be driven
Sunday, oh sunday, you're a piece of shit
You're the death day of reason and wit
With a body that aches and eyes that flutter
Making even a grown man stutter
Sunday, bloody sunday, you're a horrible thing
Making peoples...
Go on and get rammed like a whore
With minutes to last throughout the ages
But nothing new to report in the pages
Sunday, sunday, you're such a bitch
Somewhere there has to be a fucking glitch
With fake smiles and prayers all given
A nail through your skull should be driven
Sunday, oh sunday, you're a piece of shit
You're the death day of reason and wit
With a body that aches and eyes that flutter
Making even a grown man stutter
Sunday, bloody sunday, you're a horrible thing
Making peoples...
679 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 00:04am
8th Sep 2013 00:04am
The Monotonous Life of Death
With eyes that see
He watches
With idle hands
He waits
With the clock ticking
He counts
With the grunt
He nods
The innocent fall
He stands
Sprawled over the floor
He walks
Gasping for breath
He sighs
Power drains away
He ticked
The heart stopped
He smirked
Checklist completed
He watches
With idle hands
He waits
With the clock ticking
He counts
With the grunt
He nods
The innocent fall
He stands
Sprawled over the floor
He walks
Gasping for breath
He sighs
Power drains away
He ticked
The heart stopped
He smirked
Checklist completed
721 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 3:05pm
4th Sep 2013 3:05pm
The Sheep and The Shepard
The sheep, blind as all hell
Keep moving
Not noticing those who fell
Blind to that
Which is the cause of their
Destruction
The sheep, ignorant all the same
Keep thinking
Only of those that achieve fame
Not thinking
About the ones behind the curtain
Controlling
The shepard, grandest liar of them all
His rod and staff
Not there to help those who fall
But still need
The blind and the ignorant, their
Obedience
What of the wolf, the one of change
His claws and fangs
The reason he's a being of Derange...
Keep moving
Not noticing those who fell
Blind to that
Which is the cause of their
Destruction
The sheep, ignorant all the same
Keep thinking
Only of those that achieve fame
Not thinking
About the ones behind the curtain
Controlling
The shepard, grandest liar of them all
His rod and staff
Not there to help those who fall
But still need
The blind and the ignorant, their
Obedience
What of the wolf, the one of change
His claws and fangs
The reason he's a being of Derange...
550 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 8:40pm
3rd Sep 2013 8:40pm
My soul, My heart, My mind
My soul, an interesting thought
In everything it cannot be bought
It, like a lot, does not exist
Oh, what a worldly, evil twist
But, if I, truly, have one
Life after death won't be fun
My heart, left there is an empty void
Even without it, I'm certainly no droid
Black, as always, since the very start
Somewhere, don't know when, we did part
Emotions left and is for the weak
Hopefully, there will be no murder streak
My mind, my true friend
But, as good things, will end
Smoke filled and darkness ruled
Intelligence, not easily...
In everything it cannot be bought
It, like a lot, does not exist
Oh, what a worldly, evil twist
But, if I, truly, have one
Life after death won't be fun
My heart, left there is an empty void
Even without it, I'm certainly no droid
Black, as always, since the very start
Somewhere, don't know when, we did part
Emotions left and is for the weak
Hopefully, there will be no murder streak
My mind, my true friend
But, as good things, will end
Smoke filled and darkness ruled
Intelligence, not easily...
766 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 11:37am
2nd Sep 2013 11:37am
The Storm
I'm walking along an empty road
The light has gone and the darkness roars
The moon had fled
and the stars are hidden
Power crackles overhead
God speaks
The earth rumble
Midnight is drawn
With an eerie light
Long will be mourn
This unruly night
Faster I went
The tears began to fall
No warning, for me, will be lent
Feet moving faster and more
I look to the left, then to the right
Too afraid by this show of might
Running, running and running still
Keeping me going is nothing but will...
The light has gone and the darkness roars
The moon had fled
and the stars are hidden
Power crackles overhead
God speaks
The earth rumble
Midnight is drawn
With an eerie light
Long will be mourn
This unruly night
Faster I went
The tears began to fall
No warning, for me, will be lent
Feet moving faster and more
I look to the left, then to the right
Too afraid by this show of might
Running, running and running still
Keeping me going is nothing but will...
599 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 11:01pm
1st Sep 2013 11:01pm
Liquid Gold
The liquid gold sloshed
Glass, so weak, restrains it
The man he stands
Foot on barrel
The liquid gold runs
Down my throat
It burns, at first,
Numbs afterwards
The liquid man smiles
From atop his pedestal
Wicked teeth and intentions
Gold is lost, again
The liquid gold is gone
The man laughs
As he tumbles
The glass prison breaks
Glass, so weak, restrains it
The man he stands
Foot on barrel
The liquid gold runs
Down my throat
It burns, at first,
Numbs afterwards
The liquid man smiles
From atop his pedestal
Wicked teeth and intentions
Gold is lost, again
The liquid gold is gone
The man laughs
As he tumbles
The glass prison breaks
641 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2013 1:37pm
30th May 2013 1:37pm
The Death of the Night
I'm writing this, so none will see
that sorrow, fear, fright
Belong, solely, to me
And, no longer, the night
I'll not see this past the hour
By then, hatred, my soul will have devoured
The Night, it gave, a marvelous chase
It falls apart,now, a passive waste
The night is dead yet the day is bright!
Blinding all who looks upon, that fucking light...
that sorrow, fear, fright
Belong, solely, to me
And, no longer, the night
I'll not see this past the hour
By then, hatred, my soul will have devoured
The Night, it gave, a marvelous chase
It falls apart,now, a passive waste
The night is dead yet the day is bright!
Blinding all who looks upon, that fucking light...
782 reads
4 Comments
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