Submissions by waterofwords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2017 5:57pm
11th Sep 2017 5:57pm
Sleep
Sleep”
Sleep does not play; it lies in the eyes awake
Asking for a place to underline the day that it will arrive.
Sleep does not belong in a world of eyes
Don’t be fooled sleep is a crime
Acting and animating our minds.
You are asking for a place to rest
A place to define if you’re alive,
A kingdom where eyes never sleep
No night mares or good dreams.
Sleep is an illusion it is a drama
There is no trust and there is no confidence
In eyes and minds that do not communicate.
Sleep is the illusion that we are awake. ...
Sleep does not play; it lies in the eyes awake
Asking for a place to underline the day that it will arrive.
Sleep does not belong in a world of eyes
Don’t be fooled sleep is a crime
Acting and animating our minds.
You are asking for a place to rest
A place to define if you’re alive,
A kingdom where eyes never sleep
No night mares or good dreams.
Sleep is an illusion it is a drama
There is no trust and there is no confidence
In eyes and minds that do not communicate.
Sleep is the illusion that we are awake. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2017 6:49pm
24th Jan 2017 6:49pm
Punishment
Punishment
And though I myself was innocent and deserved no such punishment
I was willing to be accounted and archived for the tribulation of the others
For when I was at the hands of men of God, they showed me no mercy
But it was the witches and the sinners that loved me.
Be it god or devil, physician or priest they also must atone
For that which comes from men is orchestrated by the divine and the ungodly
It is though the ignorance in righteousness that I am sentenced to death
By those that claim to be the messengers of the most high. ...
And though I myself was innocent and deserved no such punishment
I was willing to be accounted and archived for the tribulation of the others
For when I was at the hands of men of God, they showed me no mercy
But it was the witches and the sinners that loved me.
Be it god or devil, physician or priest they also must atone
For that which comes from men is orchestrated by the divine and the ungodly
It is though the ignorance in righteousness that I am sentenced to death
By those that claim to be the messengers of the most high. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 10:37pm
27th Jun 2016 10:37pm
Eye lids blinking
The night empties into the animation of eyelids blinking
Into to silence of dreamers dreaming.
And those whose eyes are closed watch the awaken world
But sleep was not meant for the living but for the grieving
Weeping hearts keep vigil of eyelids blinking
While inanimate objects loath the night
Pirouettes of feet step on the threads of light
As the ballerinas whirl on their toes.
The night empties into the stage of blinking eyes
Streaming minds flutter into the questions of life
No air means we cannot breathe
Too much air means we are forced to...
Into to silence of dreamers dreaming.
And those whose eyes are closed watch the awaken world
But sleep was not meant for the living but for the grieving
Weeping hearts keep vigil of eyelids blinking
While inanimate objects loath the night
Pirouettes of feet step on the threads of light
As the ballerinas whirl on their toes.
The night empties into the stage of blinking eyes
Streaming minds flutter into the questions of life
No air means we cannot breathe
Too much air means we are forced to...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2016 4:26am
15th Apr 2016 4:26am
His kingdom was his mouth
His kingdom was his mouth it spoke profoundly out loud
His eyes were the illusions of every soul that breathed His kingdom was his mouth
His kingdom was his mouth it spoke profoundly out loud
His eyes were the illusions of every soul that breathed
His heart was matted hair of victims in despair
The lord was his tongue that rule his kingdom well
He wore a crown of ears that understand the world
His kingdom was his mouth from where forth came dread
The people slept on graves it was where they were feed
This man that was a king impelled every word
And...
His eyes were the illusions of every soul that breathed His kingdom was his mouth
His kingdom was his mouth it spoke profoundly out loud
His eyes were the illusions of every soul that breathed
His heart was matted hair of victims in despair
The lord was his tongue that rule his kingdom well
He wore a crown of ears that understand the world
His kingdom was his mouth from where forth came dread
The people slept on graves it was where they were feed
This man that was a king impelled every word
And...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 9:46pm
5th Mar 2016 9:46pm
“Not the apples fault”
I through the apple in the trash can
It fall into the decomposing lost into the void
Was it, “its sin” or was it mine
Either way it was a crime.
I washed the dishes and I cried
As I removed there filth
And wondered who will remove mine
Then a woman came and said I was crazy.
Burn in hell you son of a bitch
These worlds she clearly yelled
As she rescued the apple
I imagine I got stabbed.
It was not the apples fault
It was I that was mad
Contemplating about the trash
Had I become a murderer?
By Carlos...
It fall into the decomposing lost into the void
Was it, “its sin” or was it mine
Either way it was a crime.
I washed the dishes and I cried
As I removed there filth
And wondered who will remove mine
Then a woman came and said I was crazy.
Burn in hell you son of a bitch
These worlds she clearly yelled
As she rescued the apple
I imagine I got stabbed.
It was not the apples fault
It was I that was mad
Contemplating about the trash
Had I become a murderer?
By Carlos...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 3:41am
5th Feb 2016 3:41am
Love had not been invented yet
We thought we were in love, but love had not been invented yet
We felt a feeling of unease as we paid each other money
As we unfolded into each other and call each other honey
But when love does not exist than what is this called.
We recited poetry to each other but not love poems
They were more like stories of war, poems with questions
We thought we were in love, but love had not been invented yet
We were the slaves of corporations not allowed to know anything.
In every smile you brought a new sensation a feeling of elation
And every touch had...
We felt a feeling of unease as we paid each other money
As we unfolded into each other and call each other honey
But when love does not exist than what is this called.
We recited poetry to each other but not love poems
They were more like stories of war, poems with questions
We thought we were in love, but love had not been invented yet
We were the slaves of corporations not allowed to know anything.
In every smile you brought a new sensation a feeling of elation
And every touch had...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 9:01pm
8th Jan 2016 9:01pm
Midnight is her eternity
It is always dark inside her head where midnight is an eternity
The lizards at her window steal the flies from the spider’s web
Inside her mind is a revolution of chronological resolutions
Halted by the light… that’s always red.
Her eyes are always open, running into people that are not there
As her body is sitting still and the lizards, lick her wounds
She is given a pill to stabilize her hallucinations
Rocking back and forth she breaks her wings off so she can escape.
In the shadows of her mysteries in the pain of her heart
Echoes of sounds...
The lizards at her window steal the flies from the spider’s web
Inside her mind is a revolution of chronological resolutions
Halted by the light… that’s always red.
Her eyes are always open, running into people that are not there
As her body is sitting still and the lizards, lick her wounds
She is given a pill to stabilize her hallucinations
Rocking back and forth she breaks her wings off so she can escape.
In the shadows of her mysteries in the pain of her heart
Echoes of sounds...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2015 4:14am
9th Dec 2015 4:14am
“Again”
In the beginning,
We had to remember what we had not yet learned
We were without language and without culture
We were unfurling into ourselves
Into the memory… that would animate us.
In the beginning of our beginning was a world not formed?
An ocean of chaos and bodies waiting to be born
That which had been was reanimated
The skins of our souls were molded from the earth.
In the beginning there was the end
The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end
And the beginning of everything again
And again, and again… our existence...
We had to remember what we had not yet learned
We were without language and without culture
We were unfurling into ourselves
Into the memory… that would animate us.
In the beginning of our beginning was a world not formed?
An ocean of chaos and bodies waiting to be born
That which had been was reanimated
The skins of our souls were molded from the earth.
In the beginning there was the end
The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end
And the beginning of everything again
And again, and again… our existence...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 2:19am
10th Nov 2015 2:19am
“Breath leave if you must”
Breath, leave if you must, for I have another to replace you with
As you bring void to my lungs and vanish into the invisible world
Where breaths collide reanimating other lives
Thoughts saturate the air then infiltrate my mind.
Heart beat stop if you must, for I have another that will not cost
Animating my heart restating my life in the interruption
Oh carnival of biological anticipation you are not frozen
Both breath and beat leave and I do not die.
Breath, leave if you must, for I have another to replace you with
And as we wait for morning...
As you bring void to my lungs and vanish into the invisible world
Where breaths collide reanimating other lives
Thoughts saturate the air then infiltrate my mind.
Heart beat stop if you must, for I have another that will not cost
Animating my heart restating my life in the interruption
Oh carnival of biological anticipation you are not frozen
Both breath and beat leave and I do not die.
Breath, leave if you must, for I have another to replace you with
And as we wait for morning...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 1:22am
29th Sep 2015 1:22am
The theory of suicide
The theory of suicide
Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
Close your eyes and die.
Why would you ask me that?
Well I see that you are somewhat depressed
And I see the scares on your wrist.
As a matter of fact I have,
I told God I was tired of living
And He sends you to kill me
And apparently you didn’t do the job.
Me; to kill you,
Yes you, to kill me.
I know who you are,
You have existed since before there was breath
You are the opposite of lie, you are death.
What about you, have you wanted to just call it quiets...
Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
Close your eyes and die.
Why would you ask me that?
Well I see that you are somewhat depressed
And I see the scares on your wrist.
As a matter of fact I have,
I told God I was tired of living
And He sends you to kill me
And apparently you didn’t do the job.
Me; to kill you,
Yes you, to kill me.
I know who you are,
You have existed since before there was breath
You are the opposite of lie, you are death.
What about you, have you wanted to just call it quiets...
768 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2015 3:27am
29th Aug 2015 3:27am
When being you is not that great
When being you is not that great
Because cancers got you feeling sick
When you just want your right to breathe
When times you wish you were never born
Let me give you a hug so you know you are adored
And I know that you will still be sick
Let me hold your hand and cry with you
Let me make you happy even though we know
That it will soon end let our souls laugh
Masquerade the pain that does not go away.
When being you is not that great
Because you’re throwing up all day
The chemotherapy has you in such misery
And still the cancer will...
Because cancers got you feeling sick
When you just want your right to breathe
When times you wish you were never born
Let me give you a hug so you know you are adored
And I know that you will still be sick
Let me hold your hand and cry with you
Let me make you happy even though we know
That it will soon end let our souls laugh
Masquerade the pain that does not go away.
When being you is not that great
Because you’re throwing up all day
The chemotherapy has you in such misery
And still the cancer will...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 8:51pm
15th Aug 2015 8:51pm
Satan’s vagina
The logical explanation is… Satan’s vagina
It confines the world in its antiquity
Never motionless in its inciting call.
The revolution of humanity is a mixture of hell and heaven
We are a world that murders itself, imprisoning breath
Deaf to the truth with too many people in prison
The logical thing is, it’s not our brains
But the one pulling our strings
Good or evil, everyone loves when they care.
Circus of sad clowns, angels with broken wings
Vagina of hatred landscape of tombstones
I don’t want to judge you but you’re so...
It confines the world in its antiquity
Never motionless in its inciting call.
The revolution of humanity is a mixture of hell and heaven
We are a world that murders itself, imprisoning breath
Deaf to the truth with too many people in prison
The logical thing is, it’s not our brains
But the one pulling our strings
Good or evil, everyone loves when they care.
Circus of sad clowns, angels with broken wings
Vagina of hatred landscape of tombstones
I don’t want to judge you but you’re so...
643 reads
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