Submissions by thealbinorhino (James Dante)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fortune Favors Frequency
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 7:37am
27th Mar 2014 7:37am
Feet to the Ground
To what end,
we walk down this empty street,
To another crossroads,
to another week,
Countless are the hours spent,
Well spent or not,
They are all gone now,
Somewhere,
Somewhere else,
Anywhere else,
We walk on...
...To what end....
we walk down this empty street,
To another crossroads,
to another week,
Countless are the hours spent,
Well spent or not,
They are all gone now,
Somewhere,
Somewhere else,
Anywhere else,
We walk on...
...To what end....
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 4:37am
26th Mar 2014 4:37am
Millisecond of Hell
Waking up is hardest when you'd rather just forget,
The past whispers sweet nothings as we drift,
Stop these voices once they start,
Can't stop the voices in the dark,
No night,
No day,
Can take this away,
I'm plagued by the things they say,
The shadows lurk in my wake,
A marriage of fates,
They wait for me there,
A realization of all my fears.
The past whispers sweet nothings as we drift,
Stop these voices once they start,
Can't stop the voices in the dark,
No night,
No day,
Can take this away,
I'm plagued by the things they say,
The shadows lurk in my wake,
A marriage of fates,
They wait for me there,
A realization of all my fears.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 4:31am
26th Mar 2014 4:31am
A Warning
The foul dwelt here for so long,
And in this place they will remain,
Broken and battered they sit and wait,
For what they cannot foresee,
The path was clouded long ago,
From first light the dark must always follow,
This the open letter of a man whose seen the past,
Written to the worlds children so that they might last,
Wage wars with not weapons,
But with a steadfast resolve,
To heed what is written,
And preserve these sacred halls.
And in this place they will remain,
Broken and battered they sit and wait,
For what they cannot foresee,
The path was clouded long ago,
From first light the dark must always follow,
This the open letter of a man whose seen the past,
Written to the worlds children so that they might last,
Wage wars with not weapons,
But with a steadfast resolve,
To heed what is written,
And preserve these sacred halls.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:28pm
25th Mar 2014 5:28pm
Farewell
The long awaited voyage,
To a place unknown,
I will sail alone,
As the anchor lifts I say my farewells,
Shed no tears for me,
My place is on the open sea,
Like the tides I can never stay,
The current pulls me out,
My guide,
My peace,
My rest,
Show me the way oh sirens song,
Show me the place that I belong,
Through the storm they call to me,
Light the way when I am lost,
My beacon to the great beyond,
Amid thunders crash,
And lightnings glare,
Ever will you guide my sail,
A lost soul I am not, ...
To a place unknown,
I will sail alone,
As the anchor lifts I say my farewells,
Shed no tears for me,
My place is on the open sea,
Like the tides I can never stay,
The current pulls me out,
My guide,
My peace,
My rest,
Show me the way oh sirens song,
Show me the place that I belong,
Through the storm they call to me,
Light the way when I am lost,
My beacon to the great beyond,
Amid thunders crash,
And lightnings glare,
Ever will you guide my sail,
A lost soul I am not, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:18pm
25th Mar 2014 5:18pm
She's a Charmer
Her eyes,
A monument of disregard,
Hide within a faulted cause,
Triumph measured only in tears,
She is oblivious to it all,
A kind word is an afterthought of what is meant,
Just another soul rendered meaningless.
Her eyes,
Veiled they speak volumes,
Beckon you in,
Yet romance is dead and gone,
Like dust to the wind,
She will overlook.
Kindles the flame,
Just to watch it burn you alive,
Standing in the ashes she fulfills her need.
A monument of disregard,
Hide within a faulted cause,
Triumph measured only in tears,
She is oblivious to it all,
A kind word is an afterthought of what is meant,
Just another soul rendered meaningless.
Her eyes,
Veiled they speak volumes,
Beckon you in,
Yet romance is dead and gone,
Like dust to the wind,
She will overlook.
Kindles the flame,
Just to watch it burn you alive,
Standing in the ashes she fulfills her need.
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