Submissions by waterofwords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 5:27pm
6th Aug 2015 5:27pm
Hiroshima’s ash
Blowing in the wind sticking to the objects that exist
Quantum partials of Hiroshima’s ashes
Voices of the past continue in the every lasting echo
Ashes linger in the undying sin and the sun raise
Chocking on the memories of battles and wars
Anchored in the waters of Japan’s shores
Partials of Hiroshima in the quantum world.
Ring around the roses a pocket full of poses
Ashes, ashes they all echo on
Breathing death in the frequency’s ash
Insomnia clusters the minds of men
As they contemplate their lust
There’s a cry in the...
Quantum partials of Hiroshima’s ashes
Voices of the past continue in the every lasting echo
Ashes linger in the undying sin and the sun raise
Chocking on the memories of battles and wars
Anchored in the waters of Japan’s shores
Partials of Hiroshima in the quantum world.
Ring around the roses a pocket full of poses
Ashes, ashes they all echo on
Breathing death in the frequency’s ash
Insomnia clusters the minds of men
As they contemplate their lust
There’s a cry in the...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 10:30pm
23rd Jul 2015 10:30pm
I insult myself
I insult myself
tell myself I am worthless
beat my head against my creators will
roll around, jump up and down
I insult myself
tell myself I am ugly
that dung is more lovely
that death would not want me,
Yet I am loved by my creator.
By Carlos Gomez/Water 7-21-15
tell myself I am worthless
beat my head against my creators will
roll around, jump up and down
I insult myself
tell myself I am ugly
that dung is more lovely
that death would not want me,
Yet I am loved by my creator.
By Carlos Gomez/Water 7-21-15
600 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 10:19pm
23rd Jul 2015 10:19pm
“Beating the dust”
Beating down the dust… screaming at my human lust
Washing away my filth, bleeding away my sins
Beating down the dust.
Executing my reality … strolling away to my home
Beating in the thunder and listening to the wind
Beating down the dust.
Stopping my animation … evolving into a new translation
Fire and brimstone purification
Beating down the dust.
Beating down the dust.
By Carlos Gomez/ Water 7-23-15
Washing away my filth, bleeding away my sins
Beating down the dust.
Executing my reality … strolling away to my home
Beating in the thunder and listening to the wind
Beating down the dust.
Stopping my animation … evolving into a new translation
Fire and brimstone purification
Beating down the dust.
Beating down the dust.
By Carlos Gomez/ Water 7-23-15
658 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 1:54am
12th Jul 2015 1:54am
Free
Free
“Free” a word that impacts the mind and soul with such confidences
That it beguiles, both in charm and deception. Masquerading its true identity
Of how it came to be, of how this word that makes you believe, enslaves you.
That in reality free is a word that should not exist it should be punished
It should be sentence to death for the crimes it has committed.
If free means to be exempt from all authority, influences and nature
To be without restriction to be held or obligated by no one or nothing.
Then how can this word continue to be allowed to have...
“Free” a word that impacts the mind and soul with such confidences
That it beguiles, both in charm and deception. Masquerading its true identity
Of how it came to be, of how this word that makes you believe, enslaves you.
That in reality free is a word that should not exist it should be punished
It should be sentence to death for the crimes it has committed.
If free means to be exempt from all authority, influences and nature
To be without restriction to be held or obligated by no one or nothing.
Then how can this word continue to be allowed to have...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 2:41pm
26th Jun 2015 2:41pm
“Between the rain and the tears”
Between the rain drops and my tears
In the midst of fear and what I hold dear
In the recurring memories
I turn to face my future.
And after the rain and my tears have fallen
The ground I stand on is wet and muddy
But I see a blade of green grass
I see hope and I see what it takes, to carry on
Between the rain and tears
By Carlos Gomez/ Water 6-25=15
In the midst of fear and what I hold dear
In the recurring memories
I turn to face my future.
And after the rain and my tears have fallen
The ground I stand on is wet and muddy
But I see a blade of green grass
I see hope and I see what it takes, to carry on
Between the rain and tears
By Carlos Gomez/ Water 6-25=15
596 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 4:07pm
25th Jun 2015 4:07pm
Dark Mirror
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 5:25am
25th Jun 2015 5:25am
Ascending
Ascending
I was born a worm and died a metaphor
I ascended from the leaf and became an inspiration
Winged with the knowledge of the unknown.
I lived in my shell till your laughter bought me out.
I inched my way to the great unknown
I left a glowing trail for others to follow.
You touched my soul and swam the great oceans
You were way too big to keep in an aquarium
So I keep myself if yours.
I was born a word that became an idea
That became a reason that became a question
That metaphor into a believer.
I was killed before I was allowed...
I was born a worm and died a metaphor
I ascended from the leaf and became an inspiration
Winged with the knowledge of the unknown.
I lived in my shell till your laughter bought me out.
I inched my way to the great unknown
I left a glowing trail for others to follow.
You touched my soul and swam the great oceans
You were way too big to keep in an aquarium
So I keep myself if yours.
I was born a word that became an idea
That became a reason that became a question
That metaphor into a believer.
I was killed before I was allowed...
606 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 5:16am
25th Jun 2015 5:16am
The Raven
The Raven
The raven came to see me; she put a pebble in my mouth.
She told me that my heart was full of doubt.
I felt the cold embraces of her dead love,
As autumn leaves fell, she became a dove.
Her feathers were like rays of sunshine,
That melted death away, but deep inside she was still
A raven.
The raven took my fears, and flew into the night,
And the pebble that she left me became the rock that saved
My life.
By Carlos Gomez 5-27-12
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRNvEaSzs_0
The raven came to see me; she put a pebble in my mouth.
She told me that my heart was full of doubt.
I felt the cold embraces of her dead love,
As autumn leaves fell, she became a dove.
Her feathers were like rays of sunshine,
That melted death away, but deep inside she was still
A raven.
The raven took my fears, and flew into the night,
And the pebble that she left me became the rock that saved
My life.
By Carlos Gomez 5-27-12
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRNvEaSzs_0
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