Submissions by truprophet (Earl Lee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The truest words ever spoken, never made it past the lips of those who held them so tightly to their hearts.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 11:14pm
5th Jan 2014 11:14pm
trails
The road ahead isn't as clear as the path that which is left behind.
633 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2013 1:16am
12th Dec 2013 1:16am
Time in a bottle
Time in a bottle, can't save you from a rocky coast.
541 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 1:14am
12th Dec 2013 1:14am
Truth
Words written without passion, contains no steel, and therefore are brittle to the touch. Such are the truest words ever spoken, never made it past the lips of those who held them so tightly to their hearts.
755 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Dec 2013 00:41am
11th Dec 2013 00:41am
mirror
It is difficult to see the road ahead of you, while your still looking in the rear view mirror.
781 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Dec 2013 00:39am
11th Dec 2013 00:39am
treasure
That which is hidden
can never be claimed
nor truly cherished
Love is a treasure
that should not be
withheld, or hidden
can never be claimed
nor truly cherished
Love is a treasure
that should not be
withheld, or hidden
635 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 8:46am
8th Dec 2013 8:46am
Scars of the heart
How can the heart trust
when the wounds from the past
have not yet healed enough
to become scars..
when the wounds from the past
have not yet healed enough
to become scars..
715 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 8:43am
8th Dec 2013 8:43am
Broken Spirit
A broken heart, like the spirit
cannot heal without the loving
touch of kindness or forgiveness
from those most dear,
or even a stranger...
cannot heal without the loving
touch of kindness or forgiveness
from those most dear,
or even a stranger...
620 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 6:41pm
19th Oct 2013 6:41pm
untitled
Some might say, those with the most toys wins.. I however feel, those kind of people simply have an emptiness which can never be filled.
Those who cannot accept themselves for who they are, will never find happiness, nor will ever be complete.
Those who cannot accept themselves for who they are, will never find happiness, nor will ever be complete.
636 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Oct 2013 11:40pm
18th Oct 2013 11:40pm
Don't Worry, I'm Fine..
Don’t worry; I’m Fine.
It was the summer of 1992. A typical Friday night and we had just stepped out of a dimly lit bar and climbed on our motorcycles, I had a sleek black 920cc Virago that I cherished. The evening air had just been cooled from a light rain. I had decided to make a quick run to the nearest ATM with my friend Richard, so we could stay a bit longer and party with some new found friends. There were those who tried to warn us that we have had too much to drink to be driving, but when you’re drunk, you just don’t realize it.
Richard started up his 1100cc gold...
It was the summer of 1992. A typical Friday night and we had just stepped out of a dimly lit bar and climbed on our motorcycles, I had a sleek black 920cc Virago that I cherished. The evening air had just been cooled from a light rain. I had decided to make a quick run to the nearest ATM with my friend Richard, so we could stay a bit longer and party with some new found friends. There were those who tried to warn us that we have had too much to drink to be driving, but when you’re drunk, you just don’t realize it.
Richard started up his 1100cc gold...
827 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 11:23pm
18th Oct 2013 11:23pm
The Stones Of My Cell
As I ponder about the cell for which I’ve made for myself, I am without fear, for no one can now touch me. As each day passes, the stones harden with the experience and failures of my youth. I’m afraid to let anyone in due to the pain I’ve suffered, and the harm I’ve caused to others in the past.
People speak of love, forgiveness and the joys of freedom, as though they were something tangible; but what of the heartbreak of loss, the hatred of jealousy , or the anguish of not being able to share the love long held and often hidden, from whom who can only be described as ‘the one’. ...
People speak of love, forgiveness and the joys of freedom, as though they were something tangible; but what of the heartbreak of loss, the hatred of jealousy , or the anguish of not being able to share the love long held and often hidden, from whom who can only be described as ‘the one’. ...
654 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 3:05pm
18th Oct 2013 3:05pm
My Niece
What is it she hears
that which I cannot
What is it she sees
that escapes my senses
What is it she feels
that I'm numb to
In her world of silence,
how frustrating it must be,
not being able to hear
ones own name
spoken by a loved one
or the melody of a sonnet
In a world filled with so many
hardships.... she seems only to
see the beauty.
(I wrote this for my niece, who lost her hearing in infancy, due to a high fever)
that which I cannot
What is it she sees
that escapes my senses
What is it she feels
that I'm numb to
In her world of silence,
how frustrating it must be,
not being able to hear
ones own name
spoken by a loved one
or the melody of a sonnet
In a world filled with so many
hardships.... she seems only to
see the beauty.
(I wrote this for my niece, who lost her hearing in infancy, due to a high fever)
698 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 2:26pm
18th Oct 2013 2:26pm
Death
As I lay upon the ground, I can feel my life force leaving me. As my blood begins to pool onto the ground, I look for a familiar face and find none. I'm going to die alone.. I then feel a rain drop upon my cheek; as I look unto the heavens, I see the Angels weep, and I realize.. I was never alone... and I smile.
698 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by truprophet (Earl Lee)
