Submissions by wanderer (Faceless)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Approach at your own peril. Speak truth to me i beg of you.
She Bleeds Romance
You are a bleeding romantic.
Ever so ready to fall in a love pool but
alarmingly lazy when swimming out of it because you have grown accustomed to its strange warmth
You want to capture a moment, and keep it to yourself but your eyes are not lenses.
Your eyes, in stead, see the magic beyond surfaces and the truth behind the incomplete enigma-that is a man's heart.
And like young Einstein, you wish to pull the broken pieces together
Countless Einstein hearts, much like yours, wail from the lost underworld. And a few, like mine, that have managed the...
Ever so ready to fall in a love pool but
alarmingly lazy when swimming out of it because you have grown accustomed to its strange warmth
You want to capture a moment, and keep it to yourself but your eyes are not lenses.
Your eyes, in stead, see the magic beyond surfaces and the truth behind the incomplete enigma-that is a man's heart.
And like young Einstein, you wish to pull the broken pieces together
Countless Einstein hearts, much like yours, wail from the lost underworld. And a few, like mine, that have managed the...
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Spilt Milk?
I solemnly, sincerely, solely and
soul-ly retract every worded
statement I have written here, or
anywhere else,
If it, for one second, disheveles with
the ideas of a mind committed to
God, Almighty.
Sometimes I write broken thoughts
in order to mend them.
Sometimes I write out of spite
Sometimes jealousy, wrath or envy
So take not my writings to heart.
At best; I have barely sipped from
the Ocean of Knowledge.
Think your thoughts. And don't base
then on mine.
No man is an island but we all die ...
soul-ly retract every worded
statement I have written here, or
anywhere else,
If it, for one second, disheveles with
the ideas of a mind committed to
God, Almighty.
Sometimes I write broken thoughts
in order to mend them.
Sometimes I write out of spite
Sometimes jealousy, wrath or envy
So take not my writings to heart.
At best; I have barely sipped from
the Ocean of Knowledge.
Think your thoughts. And don't base
then on mine.
No man is an island but we all die ...
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Rough Edges
I find that certain evasive
nobility missing in her character
She is a well polished diamond
that can never shine;
Abundant confidence, so little material
"Wait, hold on", you’d say
…
But she staggers
Then in the end
She falls
nobility missing in her character
She is a well polished diamond
that can never shine;
Abundant confidence, so little material
"Wait, hold on", you’d say
…
But she staggers
Then in the end
She falls
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The Sweetest Fruit
Very few things sweeter
Than the fruit
Of goodness
Than the fruit
Of goodness
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3 Comments
Why I Write
This thought of mine must be written!
Yet Silence, in its golden gait,
Draws a line and writes within it,
"poems less than great
Are now forbidden"
Anger and Fear raced above
My battalion of emotions and met
Silence in curious revolt;
If not Juliet,
Who is worthy of Romeo's love?
Irrationality ends in violence!
For what it's worth,
Probably not much,
I must here write these words;
I truly do not care for greatness.
I simply wish to write.
To sometimes pull seven rabbits
From a single hat.
Beyond...
Yet Silence, in its golden gait,
Draws a line and writes within it,
"poems less than great
Are now forbidden"
Anger and Fear raced above
My battalion of emotions and met
Silence in curious revolt;
If not Juliet,
Who is worthy of Romeo's love?
Irrationality ends in violence!
For what it's worth,
Probably not much,
I must here write these words;
I truly do not care for greatness.
I simply wish to write.
To sometimes pull seven rabbits
From a single hat.
Beyond...
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Glass Eyes
The dark corridor did nothing
But intensify her gaze
I could tell my eyes were so transparent
She could see through me
With her glass eyes
But intensify her gaze
I could tell my eyes were so transparent
She could see through me
With her glass eyes
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Smiles of Madness
Demons possess me
In a most peculiar way.
Take over my sight in spectrums
No-one can see
Sweeten my gut,
Swallow my hate,
Sedate my mind with hellish drums;
I smile more times than not.
Whispers crack the frown on the face of me.
Beat me.
Till smiles out of me trumps
And smiles become the only thing
A passing stranger can see
In a most peculiar way.
Take over my sight in spectrums
No-one can see
Sweeten my gut,
Swallow my hate,
Sedate my mind with hellish drums;
I smile more times than not.
Whispers crack the frown on the face of me.
Beat me.
Till smiles out of me trumps
And smiles become the only thing
A passing stranger can see
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A Room Underground
Here we slumber together in the underground; a room half dark accommodating a window - one meter long - letting light in
we slumber together with our backs laid flat upon the brown carpeted floor;
Dreaming half dreams, thinking broken thoughts
Yea, we lay on our backs and permit time to destroy what we can
Gazing, thinking
Living, breathing
Dreaming half dreams, thinking broken thoughts
we slumber together with our backs laid flat upon the brown carpeted floor;
Dreaming half dreams, thinking broken thoughts
Yea, we lay on our backs and permit time to destroy what we can
Gazing, thinking
Living, breathing
Dreaming half dreams, thinking broken thoughts
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Hush
I feel my heart pounding
from beneath my chest -
Pounding against the bars of
my rib cages
As if revolting against
its natural habitat,
As if it has suddenly realized
the trappings
of my mortal existence
"Hush, be calm, dear heart,
no cause for alarm,
bear with me through fear and anxiety -
through the doubt and the unknown -
bear with me a little while longer"
Hush...
from beneath my chest -
Pounding against the bars of
my rib cages
As if revolting against
its natural habitat,
As if it has suddenly realized
the trappings
of my mortal existence
"Hush, be calm, dear heart,
no cause for alarm,
bear with me through fear and anxiety -
through the doubt and the unknown -
bear with me a little while longer"
Hush...
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turn up
I understand the restless feeling
within your soul. Impossible to ignore
especially in a still night when Devils
you expect to turn up lose their
way.
Alone in a still night you scream
out for help but intentionally forget to
turn up the volume from zero to a
measly one, because you prefer the
agony of pain to the dreadful
pretentious care you suspect in
caring eyes
I understand you when, in your own
words, alleged that both right
and left turns connive with time to
bring you back to your starting point, ...
within your soul. Impossible to ignore
especially in a still night when Devils
you expect to turn up lose their
way.
Alone in a still night you scream
out for help but intentionally forget to
turn up the volume from zero to a
measly one, because you prefer the
agony of pain to the dreadful
pretentious care you suspect in
caring eyes
I understand you when, in your own
words, alleged that both right
and left turns connive with time to
bring you back to your starting point, ...
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Que sera sera
I face a hurricane out in the middle
of the ocean,
huge terrible waves sway the ship,
lightening occasionally flashes above
to interrupt complete darkness,
It is raining
wild thunder rages from a distance,
strong winds blow fiercely
pulling at my coat
And I--
standing at the edge
of this sinking ship--
with gritted teeth,
a wet cigar hanging on my lips
eyes ablaze,
stare at this daunting scene
Unafraid
of the ocean,
huge terrible waves sway the ship,
lightening occasionally flashes above
to interrupt complete darkness,
It is raining
wild thunder rages from a distance,
strong winds blow fiercely
pulling at my coat
And I--
standing at the edge
of this sinking ship--
with gritted teeth,
a wet cigar hanging on my lips
eyes ablaze,
stare at this daunting scene
Unafraid
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Unholy Reflection
One starless night
I searched my house of memory;
And found a heavily dusty room there,
It's door half-opened,
Tempted me, beckoned me forth
In the room were humans,
All but a few
were strange to me
Their faces differed,
Their shapes, their laughs-
The fire of life
In their eyes
All seemed pure
Like leaves burning
from a white fire tree
I only blinked; I merely blinked;
And to my everlasting dismay,
The beautiful creatures were replaced;
An unkind breeze blew a stench
from new familiar forms ...
I searched my house of memory;
And found a heavily dusty room there,
It's door half-opened,
Tempted me, beckoned me forth
In the room were humans,
All but a few
were strange to me
Their faces differed,
Their shapes, their laughs-
The fire of life
In their eyes
All seemed pure
Like leaves burning
from a white fire tree
I only blinked; I merely blinked;
And to my everlasting dismay,
The beautiful creatures were replaced;
An unkind breeze blew a stench
from new familiar forms ...
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