Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2019 1:58pm
5th Jun 2019 1:58pm
Tank Man
Some legends need no words ever be said,
Some speak volumes with images instead,
But there’s power behind this metaphor,
When the oppressed won’t take it anymore.
It was on June 5th, 1989,
I remember that day very well,
It was the day I turned fifteen,
And the event I'm about to tell.
In Beijing China, students protested,
Against a suppressive and brutal government,
Asking for freedom of the press, freedom of speech,
Giving the people true empowerment.
But the post-Mao administration,
Released...
Some speak volumes with images instead,
But there’s power behind this metaphor,
When the oppressed won’t take it anymore.
It was on June 5th, 1989,
I remember that day very well,
It was the day I turned fifteen,
And the event I'm about to tell.
In Beijing China, students protested,
Against a suppressive and brutal government,
Asking for freedom of the press, freedom of speech,
Giving the people true empowerment.
But the post-Mao administration,
Released...
#courage
#oppression
#freedom #historical
#freedom #historical
823 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2019 1:46pm
4th Jun 2019 1:46pm
How to Spit Fire
I’m no rapper,
I’ve never been able to spit fire,
But I’m sick with this ire,
I’m tired of feeling irate,
It’s a trait that’s much less to be desired,
But I’m going to address this dead weight.
I’m sorry I’m wired that way,
But I’ve been working on my anger and languor these days,
These last few years, this past decade,
Learning to let go and forgive, yearning to peacefully live,
Being positive that everything is going to be okay.
Then I see the text and read the words and sense the sword,
Feeling the fuel that’s trying...
I’ve never been able to spit fire,
But I’m sick with this ire,
I’m tired of feeling irate,
It’s a trait that’s much less to be desired,
But I’m going to address this dead weight.
I’m sorry I’m wired that way,
But I’ve been working on my anger and languor these days,
These last few years, this past decade,
Learning to let go and forgive, yearning to peacefully live,
Being positive that everything is going to be okay.
Then I see the text and read the words and sense the sword,
Feeling the fuel that’s trying...
#anger
#patience
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
553 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2019 1:42pm
3rd Jun 2019 1:42pm
The Wizard
A wizard?
A warlock?
He toiled on coils
An inventor of an appliance like mad science unseen,
Frightening lightning, (have you seen this scene?)
Genius dreaming up ideas like other great minds of the time,
Hanging out with Twain and arguing Einstein,
Harnessing energy for all of mankind,
And yet for decades his name was thrown into obscurity.
He was going to give the world free electricity,
But the powers that be
Just wouldn’t have it,
Marconi got it,
And Edison, just out of habit,
Stole from him,
Just like the...
A warlock?
He toiled on coils
An inventor of an appliance like mad science unseen,
Frightening lightning, (have you seen this scene?)
Genius dreaming up ideas like other great minds of the time,
Hanging out with Twain and arguing Einstein,
Harnessing energy for all of mankind,
And yet for decades his name was thrown into obscurity.
He was going to give the world free electricity,
But the powers that be
Just wouldn’t have it,
Marconi got it,
And Edison, just out of habit,
Stole from him,
Just like the...
#inspirational
#redemption
#admiration #historical
#admiration #historical
563 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2019 5:00pm
2nd Jun 2019 5:00pm
Dawn at Helm's Deep
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
1126 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 4:11pm
1st Jun 2019 4:11pm
Thick With This...
This t h i c k n e s s…it’s a sickness that thoroughly haunts me,
With a thousand thrilling theatrics through and through,
And therewith in the pith of these themes who’d thought,
That the affable aesthetics would methodically taunt me too.
Therefore I find these thoughts so soothing and therapeutic,
Unearthing enthralling myths as if seeking a path to the truth,
Thus I must theorize, or perhaps hypothesize that going forth,
I am a thespian in the theater of the mind to my withered youth.
With every breath I slowly wreathe...
With a thousand thrilling theatrics through and through,
And therewith in the pith of these themes who’d thought,
That the affable aesthetics would methodically taunt me too.
Therefore I find these thoughts so soothing and therapeutic,
Unearthing enthralling myths as if seeking a path to the truth,
Thus I must theorize, or perhaps hypothesize that going forth,
I am a thespian in the theater of the mind to my withered youth.
With every breath I slowly wreathe...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
806 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2019 7:06pm
31st May 2019 7:06pm
I'm Broken
I’m broken
Fractured in the place underneath the core
Where the structure of existence and foundation lie
Where the texture of abstract thought has torn
It’s the phase when faith and creed are shaken
Reveling in the freedom of what the revelation brought
Wrought ceaselessly by the eons of perilous times
When then the vain and futile plans have come to naught
It’s the sinister void of all reason and purpose
The rupture in the framework of the mind
Slivering away, slowly caving in, unreeling
Till all the unholy fears are lived...
Fractured in the place underneath the core
Where the structure of existence and foundation lie
Where the texture of abstract thought has torn
It’s the phase when faith and creed are shaken
Reveling in the freedom of what the revelation brought
Wrought ceaselessly by the eons of perilous times
When then the vain and futile plans have come to naught
It’s the sinister void of all reason and purpose
The rupture in the framework of the mind
Slivering away, slowly caving in, unreeling
Till all the unholy fears are lived...
#hope
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
#SelfWorth
990 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th May 2019 1:59pm
30th May 2019 1:59pm
Appetite (for S&M)
#lust
#secrets
#erotic
1525 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th May 2019 1:56pm
29th May 2019 1:56pm
Grin and Bear It
A family of four having a picnic is surprised,
When a hungry bear enters the camp site looking for food,
Approaching them so nonchalantly and pretty calm,
Right up to the table, impolitely and a bit rude.
The father then begins to grin nervously thinking,
“If I smile the bear will see I’m friendly and go away”
The bear thinks “showing teeth is a sign of aggression,
Now I’ll have to eat them all just like a buffet.”
When a hungry bear enters the camp site looking for food,
Approaching them so nonchalantly and pretty calm,
Right up to the table, impolitely and a bit rude.
The father then begins to grin nervously thinking,
“If I smile the bear will see I’m friendly and go away”
The bear thinks “showing teeth is a sign of aggression,
Now I’ll have to eat them all just like a buffet.”
#animals
#nature
#funny #misunderstood
#funny #misunderstood
616 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2019 4:05pm
28th May 2019 4:05pm
Rebelations
Forbidden lust, must we indulge ourselves in the bedlam-
And mayhem of a treacherous path that leads to the unknown?
Even at the hint of perdition were we to give in to lavish desires,
Mired at the warnings we are still curious down to the bone.
And the more depraved the act the more it pervades the soul,
Haunting in constant thoughts and ideas that swell the senses,
Even with the knowledge that there is no possibility to atone,
Satisfying the wants more than the needs, some still take the chances.
And the vexing fringe that is to be so close and yet...
And mayhem of a treacherous path that leads to the unknown?
Even at the hint of perdition were we to give in to lavish desires,
Mired at the warnings we are still curious down to the bone.
And the more depraved the act the more it pervades the soul,
Haunting in constant thoughts and ideas that swell the senses,
Even with the knowledge that there is no possibility to atone,
Satisfying the wants more than the needs, some still take the chances.
And the vexing fringe that is to be so close and yet...
#dark
#SelfReflection
#greed
702 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2019 5:18pm
27th May 2019 5:18pm
Friend Zoned
I was once put in the friend zone,
Before the friend zone was a thing,
I was put there once and for the longest time,
I let it burn and I let it sting.
We’d been friends since we were kids,
She was that cutest girl in my class,
I was the nerdy quirky boy she’d confide in,
And that was the zone I’d never pass.
Growing up I had the biggest crush on her,
But I knew we couldn’t be more than friends,
I tried so hard not let it any of it out,
It was so difficult to just play pretend.
By high school she was very popular,
I...
Before the friend zone was a thing,
I was put there once and for the longest time,
I let it burn and I let it sting.
We’d been friends since we were kids,
She was that cutest girl in my class,
I was the nerdy quirky boy she’d confide in,
And that was the zone I’d never pass.
Growing up I had the biggest crush on her,
But I knew we couldn’t be more than friends,
I tried so hard not let it any of it out,
It was so difficult to just play pretend.
By high school she was very popular,
I...
#love
#forgiveness
#heartbroken #redemption
#heartbroken #redemption
872 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2019 4:00pm
26th May 2019 4:00pm
A Road of Metaphors
My poetry has been a disguise of phantoms and recollections,
Fantasies fused with realities and some differences I can’t tell,
They’ve been obscure secrets escaped through innuendos,
Implicitly in coded language loaded with ghostly bombshells.
And some never went off…
It’s been a road of metaphors filled with similes and analogies,
Allusions to the illusions of the near madness that I bore,
Allegories of the freed confined mind resigned to stay silent,
Yet a little bit of it bled through the wounds and on to the floor.
They’ve...
Fantasies fused with realities and some differences I can’t tell,
They’ve been obscure secrets escaped through innuendos,
Implicitly in coded language loaded with ghostly bombshells.
And some never went off…
It’s been a road of metaphors filled with similes and analogies,
Allusions to the illusions of the near madness that I bore,
Allegories of the freed confined mind resigned to stay silent,
Yet a little bit of it bled through the wounds and on to the floor.
They’ve...
#hope
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
700 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2019 6:07pm
25th May 2019 6:07pm
Centuries of Sin
He drank the poison willingly,
The venom of a thousand hypocrites,
Who spoke half truths and half lies
That they themselves could not swallow.
They made him kneel at her feet,
Poured the jugs of urine and molasses
And covered him in a red sheet,
Forever, they chanted in unison.
He kissed the fangs of the goddess
Who was bathed in blood and moonlight
As she gave him a tender smile
Filled with love and terror, that cunt!
Then they laid his body over the pile of maggots
So that his wounds would heal,
I guess they thought the...
The venom of a thousand hypocrites,
Who spoke half truths and half lies
That they themselves could not swallow.
They made him kneel at her feet,
Poured the jugs of urine and molasses
And covered him in a red sheet,
Forever, they chanted in unison.
He kissed the fangs of the goddess
Who was bathed in blood and moonlight
As she gave him a tender smile
Filled with love and terror, that cunt!
Then they laid his body over the pile of maggots
So that his wounds would heal,
I guess they thought the...
#regret
#evil
#emptiness
820 reads
5 Comments
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