Submissions by wanderer (Faceless)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Approach at your own peril. Speak truth to me i beg of you.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 10:10pm
1st Sep 2013 10:10pm
A Wonder
A Wonder
With excess time on my hands to ponder--
The reason I write I wonder;
I'd rather other things to do
Than to put pen to colorless paper;
To trap a winged bird perhaps
And after admiring let it fly free,
Or to heal my soul beneath the shade of
nature's herbs-
The Oak and The Olive tree.
How often i bid myself stop
"Write one more then never more.
Or one day your sanity will pop
And you'll be lost for evermore !"
So why, oh why do i still write
Beyond the...
With excess time on my hands to ponder--
The reason I write I wonder;
I'd rather other things to do
Than to put pen to colorless paper;
To trap a winged bird perhaps
And after admiring let it fly free,
Or to heal my soul beneath the shade of
nature's herbs-
The Oak and The Olive tree.
How often i bid myself stop
"Write one more then never more.
Or one day your sanity will pop
And you'll be lost for evermore !"
So why, oh why do i still write
Beyond the...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 1:25pm
14th Jul 2013 1:25pm
from my past to now
In my youthful follies gone
I stood away from crowds alone,
Loud and proud in thinking
I thought, the world to be sinking
In ice, and every stranger was dead and cold
Like the scriptures plainly foretold.
The world in depths of darkness was dark
And out of the darkness came no spark
Of light
So i inadvertedly became used to the night.
It was like I was buried in darkness then
And if anyone could see me from behind
Then his eyes is undoubtedly blind.
And has the world(since then) gotten worse ?
Yes. Now it is as ghastly as a ghost
I stood away from crowds alone,
Loud and proud in thinking
I thought, the world to be sinking
In ice, and every stranger was dead and cold
Like the scriptures plainly foretold.
The world in depths of darkness was dark
And out of the darkness came no spark
Of light
So i inadvertedly became used to the night.
It was like I was buried in darkness then
And if anyone could see me from behind
Then his eyes is undoubtedly blind.
And has the world(since then) gotten worse ?
Yes. Now it is as ghastly as a ghost
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 1:13pm
14th Jul 2013 1:13pm
Unmerited Complains
Oh yes, there have been complains from man
That God's generousity is short-handed and limited;
Since He is capable, we want to fly
Since He is capable, we want perfection.
But what would we get to not ask for more ?
What will it take to satisfy us ?
We were but a bloodcloth before we became flesh
And before that we were nothing, dead.
So why aren't we happy for our capabilities
to hear and see and taste and feel
and walk and.... everything ?!
Why aren't we happy that we exist ?
Why aren't we happy there is air to breathe ?
Oh yes,...
That God's generousity is short-handed and limited;
Since He is capable, we want to fly
Since He is capable, we want perfection.
But what would we get to not ask for more ?
What will it take to satisfy us ?
We were but a bloodcloth before we became flesh
And before that we were nothing, dead.
So why aren't we happy for our capabilities
to hear and see and taste and feel
and walk and.... everything ?!
Why aren't we happy that we exist ?
Why aren't we happy there is air to breathe ?
Oh yes,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 6:14pm
18th Mar 2013 6:14pm
A Night Of Bliss
The rain gushed down from open heavens
And the wind broke free from the east,
The night dampened in its darkness
Our noses were drenched in soggy scents
The rain shizzled off hot coal-tars
And the wind carresed our skins,
The night was beautiful and wet
And it hooked our hearts on bliss
Long into the night we sat and stared
At the generosity of the broken sky,
Wordless and contented we smiled
Deep into the rainy night.
And the wind broke free from the east,
The night dampened in its darkness
Our noses were drenched in soggy scents
The rain shizzled off hot coal-tars
And the wind carresed our skins,
The night was beautiful and wet
And it hooked our hearts on bliss
Long into the night we sat and stared
At the generosity of the broken sky,
Wordless and contented we smiled
Deep into the rainy night.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 7:35pm
17th Mar 2013 7:35pm
The Soul
Fire, water, air and all
Elements that make man stand tall.
Joy, sorrow, grief that burns
Swallows him whole as the world turns.
Emotions gathered within his heart
Is as marvelous as is art.
Mortal body shrinks as it ages
All is done so it manages.
Blood, brain, and all parts of the main
The soul departs but they remain.
So why after death does man not stand ?
His components are there, do ye understand !?
If thou believe not in a soul beneath
What then is underneath ?
Elements that make man stand tall.
Joy, sorrow, grief that burns
Swallows him whole as the world turns.
Emotions gathered within his heart
Is as marvelous as is art.
Mortal body shrinks as it ages
All is done so it manages.
Blood, brain, and all parts of the main
The soul departs but they remain.
So why after death does man not stand ?
His components are there, do ye understand !?
If thou believe not in a soul beneath
What then is underneath ?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 00:31am
28th Feb 2013 00:31am
Do You Mind ?
"Do you mind ?"
Long into the uneventful night
My sadness heavy upon my heart,
I opened a book to welcome other worlds--
To read-- if only through reading--
Imagine my disappointment
When I found feigned sadness
Conquering hearts there.
"Do you mind ?"
Could you please stop writing skillful rubbish ?
Could you please stop painting ghastly images ?
Pick up your pen and write something real
for God's sake--
So real that doubt can never hover there
And the pure-hearts will sink in tears
And strangers will...
Long into the uneventful night
My sadness heavy upon my heart,
I opened a book to welcome other worlds--
To read-- if only through reading--
Imagine my disappointment
When I found feigned sadness
Conquering hearts there.
"Do you mind ?"
Could you please stop writing skillful rubbish ?
Could you please stop painting ghastly images ?
Pick up your pen and write something real
for God's sake--
So real that doubt can never hover there
And the pure-hearts will sink in tears
And strangers will...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 8:04pm
24th Feb 2013 8:04pm
"Be Moved Not To Anger"
In my wandering steps i'm priviledged to explore
The ups and downs of emotions left bare
Naked and unattended. Foresaw
I, the endless valleys close and near
That a trapped wanderer can never escape
Without the intention to forever leave there first.
Holes upon holes in the lightless landscape
Are deeper in depth to wells.
Its waters are tears gushing to escape
The sorrow and despair which there swells.
So when a destitute desolate you behold,
Be moved not to anger by his weakness,
Instead prayeth, "May this man heaven hold
And may God...
The ups and downs of emotions left bare
Naked and unattended. Foresaw
I, the endless valleys close and near
That a trapped wanderer can never escape
Without the intention to forever leave there first.
Holes upon holes in the lightless landscape
Are deeper in depth to wells.
Its waters are tears gushing to escape
The sorrow and despair which there swells.
So when a destitute desolate you behold,
Be moved not to anger by his weakness,
Instead prayeth, "May this man heaven hold
And may God...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 6:04pm
10th Feb 2013 6:04pm
Subtle Plea
Head-deep in an ocean of pain,
Sleepless nights and black rings,
Regret heavy on the head;
Should have seen it coming...(maybe?)
Horrific sights and horrible sounds,
Blinded eyes and bleeding ears;
Testimonies to the presence of evil;
The darkest of nights is upon us.
Time to move on again;
Time like gentle breeze is a-drift,
This isn't what you wandered for
...
The lost soul is forever alone,
Another failure, another one gone;
Please find strength in the last of your sweat
And let tears wash your heart.
There...
Sleepless nights and black rings,
Regret heavy on the head;
Should have seen it coming...(maybe?)
Horrific sights and horrible sounds,
Blinded eyes and bleeding ears;
Testimonies to the presence of evil;
The darkest of nights is upon us.
Time to move on again;
Time like gentle breeze is a-drift,
This isn't what you wandered for
...
The lost soul is forever alone,
Another failure, another one gone;
Please find strength in the last of your sweat
And let tears wash your heart.
There...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 6:11pm
28th Jan 2013 6:11pm
Perception
I felt her calculated words reaching
for my ears.
Carried by the chilled wind of the night.
Each word freezed with cold
like Iceburgs floating on the antarctic sea;
She hated me.
I would have frozen dead, right on my
tracks, to her eternal delight
If not that my boiling blood was, at then,
heated from a burning heat escaping
an intense fire that was my heart-
Heaving as though vexed, like the release
of magma from a volcanoe;
I hated her more.
Sudden tears, from nowhere, fell from her
eyes, a drop rolled down her...
for my ears.
Carried by the chilled wind of the night.
Each word freezed with cold
like Iceburgs floating on the antarctic sea;
She hated me.
I would have frozen dead, right on my
tracks, to her eternal delight
If not that my boiling blood was, at then,
heated from a burning heat escaping
an intense fire that was my heart-
Heaving as though vexed, like the release
of magma from a volcanoe;
I hated her more.
Sudden tears, from nowhere, fell from her
eyes, a drop rolled down her...
800 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 10:04pm
17th Jan 2013 10:04pm
I'm Not One Of You
Distance yourself from me, severe
our burdensome ties.
For I see not what you see
In unused heaps and heaps of gold.
Climb the next horse and speed away,
Remove yourself from my company,
For sooner or later i shall ask
of your every action "Why?".
Waste no time forgetting about me
erase your memories of me.
For if at all you find them pleasant
Then your memories tell a lie.
Stand from a distance and study my character,
Observe my few joys and sorrows,
See you not that your shame is my pride;
That my pride is your shame?...
our burdensome ties.
For I see not what you see
In unused heaps and heaps of gold.
Climb the next horse and speed away,
Remove yourself from my company,
For sooner or later i shall ask
of your every action "Why?".
Waste no time forgetting about me
erase your memories of me.
For if at all you find them pleasant
Then your memories tell a lie.
Stand from a distance and study my character,
Observe my few joys and sorrows,
See you not that your shame is my pride;
That my pride is your shame?...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 1:59pm
24th Nov 2012 1:59pm
On-Looker *
A moment in time, of dread, wherein
reality exceeds the low boundaries of
imagination;
Wherein the beauty of the luminous red
moon becomes nothing more than a
rusted coin hanging in the night sky,
And the perculiar scent of fresh roses is
just as ignored as the odour of a familiar smell.
When the soul is weary and the mind is
too weak to think,
When seconds float like butterflies in the air
to be counted,
When life sucks the juices out of sadness
and happiness alike;
Then you're left with a will so weak it
cannot stand you...
reality exceeds the low boundaries of
imagination;
Wherein the beauty of the luminous red
moon becomes nothing more than a
rusted coin hanging in the night sky,
And the perculiar scent of fresh roses is
just as ignored as the odour of a familiar smell.
When the soul is weary and the mind is
too weak to think,
When seconds float like butterflies in the air
to be counted,
When life sucks the juices out of sadness
and happiness alike;
Then you're left with a will so weak it
cannot stand you...
689 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 2:26pm
23rd Nov 2012 2:26pm
The Empty Echoes of Silence
I'm disgusted by silence at times,
especially when it's hers.
I ask, then i eagerly listen for a reply,
But i'm to be answered by nothing..
Safe the empty echoes of silence...
I look at her face and i see a billion words
formed-
her brows, lips, eyes and nose--
each have a thousand stories to tell
...
My wandering mind runs
Off into the wild,
More inclined to think the worst than the worse
...
Worried, i perk my ears to listen...
But i hear nothing...
Safe the empty echoes of silence...
especially when it's hers.
I ask, then i eagerly listen for a reply,
But i'm to be answered by nothing..
Safe the empty echoes of silence...
I look at her face and i see a billion words
formed-
her brows, lips, eyes and nose--
each have a thousand stories to tell
...
My wandering mind runs
Off into the wild,
More inclined to think the worst than the worse
...
Worried, i perk my ears to listen...
But i hear nothing...
Safe the empty echoes of silence...
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