Submissions by stormz_of_fire (River)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am everything I do, everything I feel, and everything I see. I see pain and anger, desire and love. I see the good and the bad, I bring the light to darkness, the dark to light.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Sep 2012 2:06am
2nd Sep 2012 2:06am
My Last Goodbye
I don't know if you'll ever get this, but I guess it just feels good to hope. Or to wish more like. I really thought we had something. I thought we were happy. Maybe I just wanted it to be true, but I really did think that we were going to last a lot longer than that. I thought we would at least last until next Christmas, maybe even forever. But I guess it's hopelessly stupid to wish, or dream. No happily ever afters, no Prince Charming's, no "it all worked out in the end" or "see, life isn't shitty after all"'s. Everything is just as bad as it was before. Worse actually;...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 1:21am
31st Aug 2012 1:21am
Let There Be Blood
Life was more fun with you.
Colors were brighter
Sounds were clearer
Choices were easier
I knew what I was doing.
But now you are gone.
Now everything is fuzzy before my eyes
Sounds are muffled
And colors seem dull and uninteresting.
The hells I knew
have double their efforts to break me.
The mended fragments of my heart
have turned to dust
And all is blood before me.
Colors were brighter
Sounds were clearer
Choices were easier
I knew what I was doing.
But now you are gone.
Now everything is fuzzy before my eyes
Sounds are muffled
And colors seem dull and uninteresting.
The hells I knew
have double their efforts to break me.
The mended fragments of my heart
have turned to dust
And all is blood before me.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Aug 2012 10:05pm
18th Aug 2012 10:05pm
Taper Girls Part 1 (edited)
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Aug 2012 10:02pm
18th Aug 2012 10:02pm
Taper Girls Part 2 (edited)
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 8:48pm
17th Aug 2012 8:48pm
The Grey Area
black
grey
white.
I am stuck in the greys,
for love with a doubt
is hard to be happy with.
Especially when there is another
your heart screams for.
When you can picture better
losing your lover
than your friend.
When you cry in agony
at the thought of pain
coming to your friend
and only shudder when hearing
of your lovers pains,
you know there is something wrong with the picture.
When your lover leaves you with doubts
that drip into your mind like a light rain,
and you lay away thinking about your friend
and...
grey
white.
I am stuck in the greys,
for love with a doubt
is hard to be happy with.
Especially when there is another
your heart screams for.
When you can picture better
losing your lover
than your friend.
When you cry in agony
at the thought of pain
coming to your friend
and only shudder when hearing
of your lovers pains,
you know there is something wrong with the picture.
When your lover leaves you with doubts
that drip into your mind like a light rain,
and you lay away thinking about your friend
and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 8:45pm
17th Aug 2012 8:45pm
Writing For You
A word upon paper
A line, a phrase.
Vague enough to keep away their questions
But you know they are for you.
Like Elizabeth
I write a secret
Only you understand.
Her's was "How Do I Love Thee"
Mine is as yet a mystery.
Gradually the pieces become clear
And slowly it becomes obvious,
This is not a mere friendship.
If it were I would not lay awake
Wondering if sleep has eluded you tonight as well.
I would not wish I knew the melody of your voice,
Nor the planes of your face.
I would not feel guilt
For thinking...
A line, a phrase.
Vague enough to keep away their questions
But you know they are for you.
Like Elizabeth
I write a secret
Only you understand.
Her's was "How Do I Love Thee"
Mine is as yet a mystery.
Gradually the pieces become clear
And slowly it becomes obvious,
This is not a mere friendship.
If it were I would not lay awake
Wondering if sleep has eluded you tonight as well.
I would not wish I knew the melody of your voice,
Nor the planes of your face.
I would not feel guilt
For thinking...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 11:27pm
12th Aug 2012 11:27pm
The Betrayal I Want to Make
I know it is wrong
I know it is evil to even think this,
But I cannot help it.
Once again I am a demon.
For I want to do something
I should not do.
To say what should not be said.
I cannot say this word to you
Though it aches to leave my mind
And run out my mouth.
If I say this word
It will be the ultimate betrayal
To the one I have pledged myself to.
I love him, I DO!
So why do I want to say this so badly?
Why can I not be happy with what I have?
Why do I want to be a demon again?
I do not want to hurt him ...
I know it is evil to even think this,
But I cannot help it.
Once again I am a demon.
For I want to do something
I should not do.
To say what should not be said.
I cannot say this word to you
Though it aches to leave my mind
And run out my mouth.
If I say this word
It will be the ultimate betrayal
To the one I have pledged myself to.
I love him, I DO!
So why do I want to say this so badly?
Why can I not be happy with what I have?
Why do I want to be a demon again?
I do not want to hurt him ...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 10:45pm
12th Aug 2012 10:45pm
River Child
Rising rising
through the water
Joining the naked air.
My face
My bare flesh.
I observe your shaky movements.
Your uncontrollable stumbling.
Land dwellers,
You cannot touch
without bringing harm.
Will you catch sight of me?
My sisters?
The river whispers to us
she asks us to come home
To return to the soft currents of safty.
Your crude eyes glance over us.
Not seeing
Not feeling.
Humans never do.
Sinking
Sinking
Returning home.
Into the soft
deep waters.
through the water
Joining the naked air.
My face
My bare flesh.
I observe your shaky movements.
Your uncontrollable stumbling.
Land dwellers,
You cannot touch
without bringing harm.
Will you catch sight of me?
My sisters?
The river whispers to us
she asks us to come home
To return to the soft currents of safty.
Your crude eyes glance over us.
Not seeing
Not feeling.
Humans never do.
Sinking
Sinking
Returning home.
Into the soft
deep waters.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 1:02am
8th Aug 2012 1:02am
I Cannot Join
You ask me to join you
play, and have fun
in the summer heat.
And believe me,
I almost want to.
You are a great friend,
but I cannot enjoy this day with you.
The fleeting desire
To enjoy your company
is immediatly diminished
By my undying disdain
for the rest your your group.
I do not enjoy
assimilating into a group.
The people are rude,
always following the example of
an individual
less unique than a school text.
Please, do not take offence,
I truly do like you
I just cannot join
the...
play, and have fun
in the summer heat.
And believe me,
I almost want to.
You are a great friend,
but I cannot enjoy this day with you.
The fleeting desire
To enjoy your company
is immediatly diminished
By my undying disdain
for the rest your your group.
I do not enjoy
assimilating into a group.
The people are rude,
always following the example of
an individual
less unique than a school text.
Please, do not take offence,
I truly do like you
I just cannot join
the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 10:01pm
3rd Aug 2012 10:01pm
In the Shire
I will not go out
into your 'real world.'
Not today
Today I shall read and write
And maybe bake a batch of cookies.
Or two.
of course, I'll need to make some tea as well.
Maybe I'll go for a walk
or do a little gardening.
Life is peace.
Life is quiet.
Life is calm
and joy and love.
At least,
it is in the Shire
And it is for me.
into your 'real world.'
Not today
Today I shall read and write
And maybe bake a batch of cookies.
Or two.
of course, I'll need to make some tea as well.
Maybe I'll go for a walk
or do a little gardening.
Life is peace.
Life is quiet.
Life is calm
and joy and love.
At least,
it is in the Shire
And it is for me.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 9:51pm
3rd Aug 2012 9:51pm
Raising a Bully
The only way
to stop the cruelty.
The only thing you haven't tried.
The only way
to end our pain,
is to raise more compassionate children.
The only way to raise more compassionate children,
Is to BE more compassionaste yourself.
Are you capable?
to stop the cruelty.
The only thing you haven't tried.
The only way
to end our pain,
is to raise more compassionate children.
The only way to raise more compassionate children,
Is to BE more compassionaste yourself.
Are you capable?
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