Submissions by theemptyechoes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry goes upon inspiration or lack of information. I really don't have much of a signature or trade mark, but I try to keep my meanings strong.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 5:48am
15th Oct 2012 5:48am
When Love is Lost
When love is lost
the world is black,
no light can survive,
it’s overtaken by dark.
The only thing to do,
is search.
Search endlessly
for anything to lead one home.
Home, to love.
If that fails,
then all fails
and nothing survives.
the world is black,
no light can survive,
it’s overtaken by dark.
The only thing to do,
is search.
Search endlessly
for anything to lead one home.
Home, to love.
If that fails,
then all fails
and nothing survives.
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 7:00pm
30th Sep 2012 7:00pm
The Song of Death; The Song of the End (story)
She glanced into the mirror as she past and stopped dead in her tracks. The mirror was black, pitch black and it was beginning to crack in the bottom corner. When she faced it square on, it burst and her hallway was filled with black ravens that didn’t have feathers, they had goo coming off of them and drenching her and the hall. She screamed and ran but when she came to the front door it was already open and looming there was a figure, a tall dark figure singing a low haunting song that sunk into her bones and slowed all movements down.
She fell to the floor, her back stuck to the...
She fell to the floor, her back stuck to the...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 3:56pm
29th Sep 2012 3:56pm
My Heart's Filing System
My heart contains
a filing cabinet just for you.
There are files and files of questions,
but a lessor amount of your burdens.
But yet my heart feels heavy,
for I have a burden of my own,
that wonders how to help you
and fill you full of hope.
I have cleared out some space
for you to file all of your burdens.
I will carry them as my own
and problem solve for you.
For you are not alone,
I am forever here for you.
a filing cabinet just for you.
There are files and files of questions,
but a lessor amount of your burdens.
But yet my heart feels heavy,
for I have a burden of my own,
that wonders how to help you
and fill you full of hope.
I have cleared out some space
for you to file all of your burdens.
I will carry them as my own
and problem solve for you.
For you are not alone,
I am forever here for you.
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 3:55pm
29th Sep 2012 3:55pm
My Saviors
The stars,
my saviors,
reign over the land
in twinkling glory.
They listen,
and may not answer
but they shine on the answer’s path
and lead me to internal victory.
Others have God
and their heroes
as their saviors,
I have the stars.
my saviors,
reign over the land
in twinkling glory.
They listen,
and may not answer
but they shine on the answer’s path
and lead me to internal victory.
Others have God
and their heroes
as their saviors,
I have the stars.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 3:15am
29th Sep 2012 3:15am
Nightmare
Silence,
nothing was heard but the tiny crackle of the burning candle
and he short gasps of breath.
The room had a dark ominous light
that kept her mind in the nightmare
she was trying to get away from.
Trapped.
In a tower high above the world
she could hear scurrying,
but could see nothing,
for the only light was a blood red candle
with a black flame.
Whispers,
in her head getting louder and louder,
the room silent,
but everything was so loud.
Screams,
blood curdling screams
echo through the surrounding...
nothing was heard but the tiny crackle of the burning candle
and he short gasps of breath.
The room had a dark ominous light
that kept her mind in the nightmare
she was trying to get away from.
Trapped.
In a tower high above the world
she could hear scurrying,
but could see nothing,
for the only light was a blood red candle
with a black flame.
Whispers,
in her head getting louder and louder,
the room silent,
but everything was so loud.
Screams,
blood curdling screams
echo through the surrounding...
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 1:54am
29th Sep 2012 1:54am
Aurora
Beneath the sky of dancing colours
she sang the saddest song she knew.
She walked slowly
until she couldn’t walk anymore.
With her back on the ground
she watched in wonder
singing every note perfectly.
The end came near,
the sky went black,
she was never seen again.
she sang the saddest song she knew.
She walked slowly
until she couldn’t walk anymore.
With her back on the ground
she watched in wonder
singing every note perfectly.
The end came near,
the sky went black,
she was never seen again.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 5:53am
15th Sep 2012 5:53am
Her Monsters
The shadows covered the walls,
but there was nothing making them.
She was sitting in her bed
keeping away from the edges
because she knew they were there.
She knew hands were waiting to drag her under
and do most unspeakable things.
A low roaring was beginning,
it was coming from her closet.
The door knob suddenly started to turn
and all noises and shadows ceased,
all but the door.
It squeaked open slowly,
dreadfully slow.
From behind the door she...
but there was nothing making them.
She was sitting in her bed
keeping away from the edges
because she knew they were there.
She knew hands were waiting to drag her under
and do most unspeakable things.
A low roaring was beginning,
it was coming from her closet.
The door knob suddenly started to turn
and all noises and shadows ceased,
all but the door.
It squeaked open slowly,
dreadfully slow.
From behind the door she...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 10:36am
25th Aug 2012 10:36am
A Faun
A faun once woke up in a strange world,
where there were people with human bottoms,
and goats with goat heads.
The faun could not fathom
the hell he had awoke in,
so he decided to ask a “human”,
or so they are called.
But the faun did not find “human”ity.
He found cruelty
when he was shot by farmer
who though the faun to be,
“One mighty disgusting creature, why he be worst than them fags. But he sure will be good eating.”
where there were people with human bottoms,
and goats with goat heads.
The faun could not fathom
the hell he had awoke in,
so he decided to ask a “human”,
or so they are called.
But the faun did not find “human”ity.
He found cruelty
when he was shot by farmer
who though the faun to be,
“One mighty disgusting creature, why he be worst than them fags. But he sure will be good eating.”
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 5:07am
21st Aug 2012 5:07am
A Soul's Trip
The wind blew her soul
across a vast desert
to a land of hardship and pain.
With each hit her soul took,
and each tumbleweed that tried to pass,
the callouses grew thicker.
When the soul arrived to that land,
the tears of the people washed it clean of the sand,
but burned in to the very core.
It then became the victim of a game of hell,
among the feet of angry victims
who couldn’t stand to see it’s beauty
while they were in so much pain.
When the soul finally came back...
across a vast desert
to a land of hardship and pain.
With each hit her soul took,
and each tumbleweed that tried to pass,
the callouses grew thicker.
When the soul arrived to that land,
the tears of the people washed it clean of the sand,
but burned in to the very core.
It then became the victim of a game of hell,
among the feet of angry victims
who couldn’t stand to see it’s beauty
while they were in so much pain.
When the soul finally came back...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 5:07am
21st Aug 2012 5:07am
Wandering for Wonders
The mind wanders
freely,
alone,
on uncharted territories
and finds that of unknown wonders.
It often comes back wounded,
carrying it’s burdens on it’s broken back
only to obtain the wisdom it deserves.
Within time,
it wanders off in the different direction,
healed, or not healed,
to finds more wonders.
freely,
alone,
on uncharted territories
and finds that of unknown wonders.
It often comes back wounded,
carrying it’s burdens on it’s broken back
only to obtain the wisdom it deserves.
Within time,
it wanders off in the different direction,
healed, or not healed,
to finds more wonders.
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 6:57pm
12th Aug 2012 6:57pm
The Field
The field was there almost as if it was made for him,
he went there often,
he would disappear for hours
just sitting in the field and thinking,
sometimes even crying,
other times singing.
There was one rule he made for that field:
Never bring anything but paper, pen/pencil, book, and yourself. No electronics or anything but what you need.
And that was all he did.
All electronics were put away in his desk
and it was only his heart with him.
“Just another one of those days,
...
he went there often,
he would disappear for hours
just sitting in the field and thinking,
sometimes even crying,
other times singing.
There was one rule he made for that field:
Never bring anything but paper, pen/pencil, book, and yourself. No electronics or anything but what you need.
And that was all he did.
All electronics were put away in his desk
and it was only his heart with him.
“Just another one of those days,
...
653 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 6:55pm
12th Aug 2012 6:55pm
Both Ends
Ying and yang,
yang and ying,
without one the other is but half,
there is no balance,
nor a whole.
-
Happy and sad,
sad and happy,
it is important to remember,
having both ends of the spectrum
gives you a full being,
and life
for one without the other in life
is dull indeed.
yang and ying,
without one the other is but half,
there is no balance,
nor a whole.
-
Happy and sad,
sad and happy,
it is important to remember,
having both ends of the spectrum
gives you a full being,
and life
for one without the other in life
is dull indeed.
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