Submissions by tyler8779
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2011 6:24pm
1st Apr 2011 6:24pm
Wrestling
This is the first time I have felt strong.
This is the first time a weakness has made me feel....feel like I was a little more than human.
This is the first time I was able to shed off every part of myself, and be someone else that gave everything.
This is the first time, if even it was just for a moment, that I was treated like a brother...like a friend without having to give away anything.
My soul was thrown against the matt, and I left everything else behind
My bones were crushed against the sweat of my brothers, yet, my spirit lives on in its strength.
...
This is the first time a weakness has made me feel....feel like I was a little more than human.
This is the first time I was able to shed off every part of myself, and be someone else that gave everything.
This is the first time, if even it was just for a moment, that I was treated like a brother...like a friend without having to give away anything.
My soul was thrown against the matt, and I left everything else behind
My bones were crushed against the sweat of my brothers, yet, my spirit lives on in its strength.
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2010 4:31pm
15th Nov 2010 4:31pm
It is I
I've been sitting here for hours, and still I am doing nothing.
I've been complaining about my life to others, and now, they have stopped listening.
No one hears anymore. If people can't help, they just stop listening.
I call to God for that divine help that outreaches any help man could give. Even that divine ear turns deaf to me.
It is dark.
The silence only is listening to me.
I open my window and I tell the night, that only I, only I can help myself.
But it is the fault of the dark that I must act.
It is the fault of the dark that I must have...
I've been complaining about my life to others, and now, they have stopped listening.
No one hears anymore. If people can't help, they just stop listening.
I call to God for that divine help that outreaches any help man could give. Even that divine ear turns deaf to me.
It is dark.
The silence only is listening to me.
I open my window and I tell the night, that only I, only I can help myself.
But it is the fault of the dark that I must act.
It is the fault of the dark that I must have...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2010 2:10am
14th Nov 2010 2:10am
To the drum of the insane
Whisper.
Whisper your spells into the night.
Move through the leaves, and through the cold.
Move through the whispers you have made.
Dance.
Dance on the music the night has made.
Dance, clothed with the sky, through the night
And move to the beat of the drums of the insane
Stop. Wait and Listen. The creatures of the dark too are making their own additions to the song of night.
Only the dusk will tell the tale of night to the coming day.
Maybe the day too will carry on the rhythm.
Break of dawn.
You're still...
Whisper your spells into the night.
Move through the leaves, and through the cold.
Move through the whispers you have made.
Dance.
Dance on the music the night has made.
Dance, clothed with the sky, through the night
And move to the beat of the drums of the insane
Stop. Wait and Listen. The creatures of the dark too are making their own additions to the song of night.
Only the dusk will tell the tale of night to the coming day.
Maybe the day too will carry on the rhythm.
Break of dawn.
You're still...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2010 1:53am
14th Nov 2010 1:53am
Ode to the Unseen Victims
Watch.
Watch and Listen.
They can't hear you, but, strangely, you can hear them.
Feel.
Feel and be Enlightened.
You don't have to touch them to feel them, but once you have felt them, you know everything.
And you see everything.
And you hear everything.
You can hear the beating of their hearts, and which direction it turns.
You can see the way in which it moves, and the pace at which it runs.
You can feel its warmth or its chill, and in yourself you know what you have encountered.
People cannot hide from the observers, for we are...
Watch and Listen.
They can't hear you, but, strangely, you can hear them.
Feel.
Feel and be Enlightened.
You don't have to touch them to feel them, but once you have felt them, you know everything.
And you see everything.
And you hear everything.
You can hear the beating of their hearts, and which direction it turns.
You can see the way in which it moves, and the pace at which it runs.
You can feel its warmth or its chill, and in yourself you know what you have encountered.
People cannot hide from the observers, for we are...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2010 6:31pm
12th Nov 2010 6:31pm
What is Real
Forever searching
Forever waiting
I never will find
Never will find the light again
Is it even real ?
Can I dance on the light and sing to its beat ?
Can I fly on its wings and find meaning in it ?
No.
Because my heart is covered by shade of the tress, and the light cannot reach me.
I pick an apple from the tree, and, of course, the ripest one, without seeds.
What is real to me now ?
...................................
Walk through the hallway, and keep silent.
Speak only to those who reflect a quality...
Forever waiting
I never will find
Never will find the light again
Is it even real ?
Can I dance on the light and sing to its beat ?
Can I fly on its wings and find meaning in it ?
No.
Because my heart is covered by shade of the tress, and the light cannot reach me.
I pick an apple from the tree, and, of course, the ripest one, without seeds.
What is real to me now ?
...................................
Walk through the hallway, and keep silent.
Speak only to those who reflect a quality...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2010 4:15am
9th Oct 2010 4:15am
Sneaking Out
Silence.
Silence in the house, nothing Is stirring. Only the sound of
the hollow. The sound of the darkness.
I walk through the darkness, stumble down the stairs.
Open the door quietly.
Stumble down the stairs.
A deeper darkness, no shadows can be seen.
The dark is too deep.
Feel my way through the darkness, hold on to whatever will
lead me…
Lead me to the outside again.
Alas ! The outside, I have found the door, already unlocked,
defiled and exited.
I am free.
Stumble out into the darkness, stumble out...
Silence in the house, nothing Is stirring. Only the sound of
the hollow. The sound of the darkness.
I walk through the darkness, stumble down the stairs.
Open the door quietly.
Stumble down the stairs.
A deeper darkness, no shadows can be seen.
The dark is too deep.
Feel my way through the darkness, hold on to whatever will
lead me…
Lead me to the outside again.
Alas ! The outside, I have found the door, already unlocked,
defiled and exited.
I am free.
Stumble out into the darkness, stumble out...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2010 7:06am
16th Jun 2010 7:06am
Harmony: High School
My School Cafeteria is a place of Harmony.
All the tables, all the cliques
however different
coexist
in harmony that keeps the universe of High School in balance
However Good and Evil works
The lines are not clear
here
in this place where everyone is finding who they are
Good and Evil is just a myth
Steadily waiting for a time where it can exist.
And in such harmony, dis-harmony must exist
As so many tables hold their places
something darker fills the spaces
inbetween
the arguements
the clashing
the...
All the tables, all the cliques
however different
coexist
in harmony that keeps the universe of High School in balance
However Good and Evil works
The lines are not clear
here
in this place where everyone is finding who they are
Good and Evil is just a myth
Steadily waiting for a time where it can exist.
And in such harmony, dis-harmony must exist
As so many tables hold their places
something darker fills the spaces
inbetween
the arguements
the clashing
the...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2010 4:40am
27th May 2010 4:40am
Eden
I am a Ghost walking through the Garden Of Eden
Walking past Life and Death, neither can take what never was or is
A Flaming Sword would guard the gate
but what never lived can never sin
a soul purged with the power of suffering and pain
surpasses the angel gate as what wasn't...what isn't.
the great I AM becomes it.
Eden has two paths.
the Path of Goodness and of Evil. Both lead to Death.
To the left, there is the Blind God standing, a god of drunken men stumbling in the darkness
To the Right, a standing elder, a god of men who always looked toward...
Walking past Life and Death, neither can take what never was or is
A Flaming Sword would guard the gate
but what never lived can never sin
a soul purged with the power of suffering and pain
surpasses the angel gate as what wasn't...what isn't.
the great I AM becomes it.
Eden has two paths.
the Path of Goodness and of Evil. Both lead to Death.
To the left, there is the Blind God standing, a god of drunken men stumbling in the darkness
To the Right, a standing elder, a god of men who always looked toward...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th May 2010 5:26pm
26th May 2010 5:26pm
Eden
I am a Ghost walking through the Garden Of Eden
Walking past Life and Death, neither can take what never was or is
A Flaming Sword would guard the gate
but what never lived can never sin
a soul purged with the power of suffering and pain
surpasses the angel gate as what wasn't...what isn't.
the great I AM becomes it.
Eden has two paths.
the Path of Goodness and of Evil. Both lead to Death.
To the left, there is the Blind God standing, a god of drunken men stumbling in the darkness
To the Right, a standing elder, a god of men who always looked toward...
Walking past Life and Death, neither can take what never was or is
A Flaming Sword would guard the gate
but what never lived can never sin
a soul purged with the power of suffering and pain
surpasses the angel gate as what wasn't...what isn't.
the great I AM becomes it.
Eden has two paths.
the Path of Goodness and of Evil. Both lead to Death.
To the left, there is the Blind God standing, a god of drunken men stumbling in the darkness
To the Right, a standing elder, a god of men who always looked toward...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2010 8:46pm
24th Apr 2010 8:46pm
Thunder
I am not renewed
I wake up in the morning, just to look at myself to see if I have changed
and every morning when I haven't, it's a day where my reflection smiles, to hide the tears that drip from my heart.
I wait at the bus stop alone, looking deeply at the house behind it, wishing i was the person that lived within it.
I get on the bus, and sit in one of the last seats, and stare out of the window, hoping to be left alone one day...where i wouldnt have to tell my friends more lies.
I walk around the hall in my highschool, observing, knowing, that they all have some...
I wake up in the morning, just to look at myself to see if I have changed
and every morning when I haven't, it's a day where my reflection smiles, to hide the tears that drip from my heart.
I wait at the bus stop alone, looking deeply at the house behind it, wishing i was the person that lived within it.
I get on the bus, and sit in one of the last seats, and stare out of the window, hoping to be left alone one day...where i wouldnt have to tell my friends more lies.
I walk around the hall in my highschool, observing, knowing, that they all have some...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 5:01am
7th Feb 2010 5:01am
When you Spend the Day Alone
You wake from your dreams when the sunlight becomes to bright to bear
you retreat within the covers trying to hide from its light
hoping to return to the land of dreams, and the valley of nightmares
where the horrible reality, seems better than your own
You get up and stumble into the bathroom and look in the mirror
you look as good as you would want
but yet you still want to smash the mirror into pieces
youre not going anywhere, or seeing anyone, but you fix your hair anyway
just because you want to see yourself in perfected image
You return...
you retreat within the covers trying to hide from its light
hoping to return to the land of dreams, and the valley of nightmares
where the horrible reality, seems better than your own
You get up and stumble into the bathroom and look in the mirror
you look as good as you would want
but yet you still want to smash the mirror into pieces
youre not going anywhere, or seeing anyone, but you fix your hair anyway
just because you want to see yourself in perfected image
You return...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2009 4:04am
12th Dec 2009 4:04am
NA, Your Lives, and Mine
Your stories speak to me
giving me strength and resolve
in the suffering you felt
i have no right to cry tears for you
because my pain does not match yours
nor yours mine
i know just this
why you came and how you came to know
of your addictions
just like I
I see your visions
of your past
and what you thought of when you thought of the future
you awoke one morning and cried tears for no reason
a blind message from your spirit
from the God within telling you
what youre doing to yourself
you went to the...
giving me strength and resolve
in the suffering you felt
i have no right to cry tears for you
because my pain does not match yours
nor yours mine
i know just this
why you came and how you came to know
of your addictions
just like I
I see your visions
of your past
and what you thought of when you thought of the future
you awoke one morning and cried tears for no reason
a blind message from your spirit
from the God within telling you
what youre doing to yourself
you went to the...
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