Submissions by zorro1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2012 11:26pm
19th Oct 2012 11:26pm
my cavern
The story unfolds
Untold myths
Fables from long ago
That still exist
Wizardry is real
Follow me
To the cavern
Where crystals glow
Like every color
that ever existed
Our real home
Waits in the end
Tubes of energy
Patiently waiting
for us to enter
This cavern is invisible
But if you have creativity
Your always welcome
I hear waves
the ocean slaves
who never leave
This is there home
We enter the tubes
Like a waterslide
We twist and kiss
In the mist
Your velvet lips
I will taste forever...
Untold myths
Fables from long ago
That still exist
Wizardry is real
Follow me
To the cavern
Where crystals glow
Like every color
that ever existed
Our real home
Waits in the end
Tubes of energy
Patiently waiting
for us to enter
This cavern is invisible
But if you have creativity
Your always welcome
I hear waves
the ocean slaves
who never leave
This is there home
We enter the tubes
Like a waterslide
We twist and kiss
In the mist
Your velvet lips
I will taste forever...
922 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2012 3:26am
19th Oct 2012 3:26am
Fly baby fly
Fly baby fly
To the sunset
Melting like a lava lamp
Hot swirls of orange
Join tones of auburn
The electric light
causes distortions
Kalidescope views
Fractured horizons
Split Shades collide
Intense pink swirls
With pearl borders
Calling for you
Fly baby Fly...
To the sunset
Melting like a lava lamp
Hot swirls of orange
Join tones of auburn
The electric light
causes distortions
Kalidescope views
Fractured horizons
Split Shades collide
Intense pink swirls
With pearl borders
Calling for you
Fly baby Fly...
755 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 10:26pm
18th Oct 2012 10:26pm
tired horse
Patient battle
Snug in my saddle
Ready to ride
Im made of diamonds
Golden eyes
I have grown tired
Too many sunsets
Watching the sky
A pearl moon
With soft glow
Thats my destianation
So the old cowboy
Saddles up
I wonder if he knows
The true destination
Im finally going home,,,
Snug in my saddle
Ready to ride
Im made of diamonds
Golden eyes
I have grown tired
Too many sunsets
Watching the sky
A pearl moon
With soft glow
Thats my destianation
So the old cowboy
Saddles up
I wonder if he knows
The true destination
Im finally going home,,,
773 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 11:18pm
17th Oct 2012 11:18pm
ceramic people
Ceramic people
Fragile and beautiful
made of bright colors
Sitting on the shelf
Others admire them
There being watched
Loving the attention
But at any point
They may fall
Shattering instantly
Fragile and beautiful
made of bright colors
Sitting on the shelf
Others admire them
There being watched
Loving the attention
But at any point
They may fall
Shattering instantly
695 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 6:35pm
17th Oct 2012 6:35pm
PERCEPTION
Searching inside
Onyx pupils
Black glass
Copper outlines
Pieces of gold
Glimmer in the sun
Soft jade caverns
Surround the edges
Protecting the empire
With midevil tones
Forest green trails
Heading to the core
The endless hologhram
With a stargate entrance
The wind makes you blink
Blowing lime scented wind
Your curious iris
melt in pools of hazel
finnaly the rain falls
Turquoise drops
come in patterns
You stare at your reality
AS the blueberry rain falls
Life is a watercolor
paint made of the future...
Onyx pupils
Black glass
Copper outlines
Pieces of gold
Glimmer in the sun
Soft jade caverns
Surround the edges
Protecting the empire
With midevil tones
Forest green trails
Heading to the core
The endless hologhram
With a stargate entrance
The wind makes you blink
Blowing lime scented wind
Your curious iris
melt in pools of hazel
finnaly the rain falls
Turquoise drops
come in patterns
You stare at your reality
AS the blueberry rain falls
Life is a watercolor
paint made of the future...
697 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 6:14pm
16th Oct 2012 6:14pm
Long afternoons
Long afternoons
Alone with my poems
Annalyzing this reality
Reminding me of nights
When i kissed you
under broken moonlight
So I keep writing
Using words to vent
My pen becomes a sword
Slicing the arguments
I only have with myself...
Alone with my poems
Annalyzing this reality
Reminding me of nights
When i kissed you
under broken moonlight
So I keep writing
Using words to vent
My pen becomes a sword
Slicing the arguments
I only have with myself...
818 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 5:21pm
16th Oct 2012 5:21pm
If i could write
If i could write
The white light
electric and bright
That my eyesight
Tends to radiate
When my thoughts
splash like water
Drowning my insight
Liquid incroments
In tight webs
Formations of dreams
A misty steam
streams of the past
Mixed with the future
rivers of memories
where we float on rafts
made of yesterdays air
watching invisible waterfalls
heading towards the future
I sit and watch
As Im stuck
in the present moment>>>
The white light
electric and bright
That my eyesight
Tends to radiate
When my thoughts
splash like water
Drowning my insight
Liquid incroments
In tight webs
Formations of dreams
A misty steam
streams of the past
Mixed with the future
rivers of memories
where we float on rafts
made of yesterdays air
watching invisible waterfalls
heading towards the future
I sit and watch
As Im stuck
in the present moment>>>
759 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 9:49pm
15th Oct 2012 9:49pm
TRUE ART
Crazy
These subtle tones
Purple soft as lavendar
Intense grey shades
Joining a gentle white
This paintbrush talks
Screaming with creativity
Setting no boundaries
The canvas is helpless
Each stroke is painful
Long moist streaks
With diluted outlines
It talks to me
Taking me away
To realms i understand
The painting comes together
In the end it is pure
It is now TRUE ART...
These subtle tones
Purple soft as lavendar
Intense grey shades
Joining a gentle white
This paintbrush talks
Screaming with creativity
Setting no boundaries
The canvas is helpless
Each stroke is painful
Long moist streaks
With diluted outlines
It talks to me
Taking me away
To realms i understand
The painting comes together
In the end it is pure
It is now TRUE ART...
757 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 9:17pm
15th Oct 2012 9:17pm
drowning poem
Broken words
Fragile letters
Delicate like feathers
Sentences hanging
Like dripping icicles
Frozen syllables
melting so slowly
Soon water forms
Puddles made of paragraphs
An old drowning poem
Heading towards the drain...
Fragile letters
Delicate like feathers
Sentences hanging
Like dripping icicles
Frozen syllables
melting so slowly
Soon water forms
Puddles made of paragraphs
An old drowning poem
Heading towards the drain...
825 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 3:22am
12th Oct 2012 3:22am
watching the sky
Salmon sky
pink yet orange
Melted sunlight
Ready for sleep
Mango horizons
Golden highlights
Silver trim
Bleeding purples
Melt in the distance
Like spilled wine
Intricate skylines
slowly evaporating
Nighttime is coming
The moon arrives
Neon white
Crystalized outlines
Exotic twinkles
Revealing other worlds
Flourescent stars
Gripping my eyes
As I look up
watching The sky
pink yet orange
Melted sunlight
Ready for sleep
Mango horizons
Golden highlights
Silver trim
Bleeding purples
Melt in the distance
Like spilled wine
Intricate skylines
slowly evaporating
Nighttime is coming
The moon arrives
Neon white
Crystalized outlines
Exotic twinkles
Revealing other worlds
Flourescent stars
Gripping my eyes
As I look up
watching The sky
878 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 2:58am
12th Oct 2012 2:58am
Spinning
Spinning
A lost ball of thread
Take me far
This yarn is weak
Use me to sew
Detailed blankets
Tribal patches
Knots with patterns
Like you and I...
A lost ball of thread
Take me far
This yarn is weak
Use me to sew
Detailed blankets
Tribal patches
Knots with patterns
Like you and I...
761 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 6:13pm
11th Oct 2012 6:13pm
Pastel world
Thinking back
The sky changed
In yellow waves
Orange shades
Tangerine days
Squirting sunlight
Like fruit juices
The horizon dances
In the misty background
Everything works
In my pastel world...
The sky changed
In yellow waves
Orange shades
Tangerine days
Squirting sunlight
Like fruit juices
The horizon dances
In the misty background
Everything works
In my pastel world...
819 reads
13 Comments
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