Submissions by Angst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 2:20am
19th Feb 2014 2:20am
Crimson drop.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop;
rolled down those pretty eyes,
with rising thougts, of your own demise.
Now blank is her page,
her heart filled with rage.
Since she is chained and caged,
with the toil of her growing age.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop;
reached those rosy lips,
your heart clutched in a cold grip
Those lips that were meant to smile,
quivered in pain,
in memories of happy miles,
escaped a sob,
that you tried to stop;
but in vain.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop.
you were unable to stop;
rolled down those pretty eyes,
with rising thougts, of your own demise.
Now blank is her page,
her heart filled with rage.
Since she is chained and caged,
with the toil of her growing age.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop;
reached those rosy lips,
your heart clutched in a cold grip
Those lips that were meant to smile,
quivered in pain,
in memories of happy miles,
escaped a sob,
that you tried to stop;
but in vain.
A crimson drop,
you were unable to stop.
97 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 7:26am
13th Feb 2014 7:26am
Soul's Reverberations - II
Traversing across a whim;
fiddled a tune,
in a delish hymn.
Intrigued and enchanted,
I explored and exploited.
Untill its roots,
deep in the core.
Untill it submerged,
in every pore.
Sporadically wandering;
but never lost,
incessantly hollering;
accompanied, with its own cost.
Gradually it grows,
in a fruitful sow.
it is the color;
that a painter breathes,
the art;
that an artist bequeaths.
It is the ink;
that i bleed,
my escape,
my creed.
And i'll live;
in my six string kingdom,
strumming on...
fiddled a tune,
in a delish hymn.
Intrigued and enchanted,
I explored and exploited.
Untill its roots,
deep in the core.
Untill it submerged,
in every pore.
Sporadically wandering;
but never lost,
incessantly hollering;
accompanied, with its own cost.
Gradually it grows,
in a fruitful sow.
it is the color;
that a painter breathes,
the art;
that an artist bequeaths.
It is the ink;
that i bleed,
my escape,
my creed.
And i'll live;
in my six string kingdom,
strumming on...
64 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 5:53pm
18th Oct 2013 5:53pm
Reverberations
Another day of fabricating fiction,
as my soul reverberates with friction,
of pen to paper.
As reality morphs into realm of affliction,
I slither into kingdom of dreams, ending restriction,
with pen to paper.
Entrenched inanity;
from the strife traversing for eternity,
I'll douse myself in serenity;
with pen to paper.
At times doodling and sporadically in brevity.
my ink enunciates my affinity;
...
as my soul reverberates with friction,
of pen to paper.
As reality morphs into realm of affliction,
I slither into kingdom of dreams, ending restriction,
with pen to paper.
Entrenched inanity;
from the strife traversing for eternity,
I'll douse myself in serenity;
with pen to paper.
At times doodling and sporadically in brevity.
my ink enunciates my affinity;
...
75 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Sep 2013 11:14am
22nd Sep 2013 11:14am
Sync.
Sync.
I seem to be on repeat,
in the nostalgia;
of how our symphonies,
danced together in a perfect sync,
like our souls would interlink.
Weather in jolly or melancholy,
or absurdly in name of folly!
We wanted the world,
in our hands,
our tunes in winds;
were like foot prints in sands.
We would dance all night;
to the steady beat,
as life Played;
our love song on repeat.
But who knew, that one fine day,
a huge wave would rattle my walls,
and bring the fire to my dreams,
to a stand still-stall....
I seem to be on repeat,
in the nostalgia;
of how our symphonies,
danced together in a perfect sync,
like our souls would interlink.
Weather in jolly or melancholy,
or absurdly in name of folly!
We wanted the world,
in our hands,
our tunes in winds;
were like foot prints in sands.
We would dance all night;
to the steady beat,
as life Played;
our love song on repeat.
But who knew, that one fine day,
a huge wave would rattle my walls,
and bring the fire to my dreams,
to a stand still-stall....
52 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 10:04am
20th Sep 2013 10:04am
Gray.
Gray.
All you efforts,
down in vain.
A better life,
with no pain.
All those shiny words
that sprawled;
on my walls.
Of utter dismay,
to darkness that crawled.
All your progress to a stand-still stall.
my demise,
was set to an eternal stretch.
So I succumb,
back to the dark.
Your shiny bright
always contrasted my stark.
Filled with hollow,
weeping for my fellow
Who was equivalent of gray
and not yellow!
All you efforts,
down in vain.
A better life,
with no pain.
All those shiny words
that sprawled;
on my walls.
Of utter dismay,
to darkness that crawled.
All your progress to a stand-still stall.
my demise,
was set to an eternal stretch.
So I succumb,
back to the dark.
Your shiny bright
always contrasted my stark.
Filled with hollow,
weeping for my fellow
Who was equivalent of gray
and not yellow!
68 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 8:18am
16th Sep 2013 8:18am
Sweeping winds
Sweeping winds.
All set to sail, walk, fly or drive.
The open road never fails to revive.
Sweeping wind in the woods,
the roar of the seas,
the sated shore,
I want it all more,
As it pleases me to the very core,
The sun lends wisdom to my eyes,
larky night, enveloped by fireflies.
Raised and carrased by the winds;
that grazed the holy water,
All the pain, put forth for slaughter.
Like a curious child,
I explored the wild.
Like a rolling stone,
...
All set to sail, walk, fly or drive.
The open road never fails to revive.
Sweeping wind in the woods,
the roar of the seas,
the sated shore,
I want it all more,
As it pleases me to the very core,
The sun lends wisdom to my eyes,
larky night, enveloped by fireflies.
Raised and carrased by the winds;
that grazed the holy water,
All the pain, put forth for slaughter.
Like a curious child,
I explored the wild.
Like a rolling stone,
...
70 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 11:55am
14th Sep 2013 11:55am
She said, "Write."
She said, "write."
A persistent dreamer,
sated in his angsty tunes.
Only if he knew life was such a schemer.
Drained in black light,
his pen, lost the fight.
Now he lives in antithesis.
The very pen that was his saviour,
reminded him, of his dreams being a failure.
Tired of the make-believe,
searching ways to find relieve.
One fine day, on yet another cleave,
I met a girl with strong beliefs.
She said, how could you lock the hole?
The one that connects to...
A persistent dreamer,
sated in his angsty tunes.
Only if he knew life was such a schemer.
Drained in black light,
his pen, lost the fight.
Now he lives in antithesis.
The very pen that was his saviour,
reminded him, of his dreams being a failure.
Tired of the make-believe,
searching ways to find relieve.
One fine day, on yet another cleave,
I met a girl with strong beliefs.
She said, how could you lock the hole?
The one that connects to...
72 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 9:14am
22nd Aug 2013 9:14am
She asked me to smile.
She is gone,
I'm torn.
asked me to smile,
how could she expect
me to smile?
To walk all these miles,
when my inner state
is now, so fragile.
What we have is so good
why cant you see?
Why would you just flee?
Everything was just fine,
untill you came
and made me lose my spine.
Why did I let you break these walls?
I should have brought you to a stall.
Because now I feel so pathetic,
as my head aches and pounds
and you're the only anesthetic.
She asked me to smile,
how could she expect
me to smile
to walk all...
I'm torn.
asked me to smile,
how could she expect
me to smile?
To walk all these miles,
when my inner state
is now, so fragile.
What we have is so good
why cant you see?
Why would you just flee?
Everything was just fine,
untill you came
and made me lose my spine.
Why did I let you break these walls?
I should have brought you to a stall.
Because now I feel so pathetic,
as my head aches and pounds
and you're the only anesthetic.
She asked me to smile,
how could she expect
me to smile
to walk all...
82 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 8:42am
8th Aug 2013 8:42am
Nowhere but here.
Nowhere but here.
I sit in devine contemplation,
savouring,
my mind and heart's collaboration,
as it formulates a cypher,
of consecrated words,
shadowed by the visor.
It injects me in the winds of tranquility,
where dreams,
draw me in with it's affability.
Bearing wings,
I soar through the dark night
of larky stars;
gradually healing,
abysmal scars.
It brings a cessation
to my fear,
thats when I wish,
to be nowhere, but here.
I sit in devine contemplation,
savouring,
my mind and heart's collaboration,
as it formulates a cypher,
of consecrated words,
shadowed by the visor.
It injects me in the winds of tranquility,
where dreams,
draw me in with it's affability.
Bearing wings,
I soar through the dark night
of larky stars;
gradually healing,
abysmal scars.
It brings a cessation
to my fear,
thats when I wish,
to be nowhere, but here.
77 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2013 6:43am
14th May 2013 6:43am
Sign.
Sign.
Time that passed with celerity,
smothered dreams that needed clarity.
Angst that leeched on paper even more,
sinking ship in desperate need of shore.
The wails of waves moulding the rock,
an inconspicious pain, an inconspicious block.
Soul wilting on this crumbling hope,
tiered of holding this fraying rope.
With too many chains my knee buckles,
I swallow it down with white-knuckles.
The left out feathers of weathered wings,
dreaming on hope of tunes that heart sings.
...
Time that passed with celerity,
smothered dreams that needed clarity.
Angst that leeched on paper even more,
sinking ship in desperate need of shore.
The wails of waves moulding the rock,
an inconspicious pain, an inconspicious block.
Soul wilting on this crumbling hope,
tiered of holding this fraying rope.
With too many chains my knee buckles,
I swallow it down with white-knuckles.
The left out feathers of weathered wings,
dreaming on hope of tunes that heart sings.
...
115 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 8:00am
15th Apr 2013 8:00am
Second chance.
Second Chance.
Staggering rebel cleaved it's way in head.
A new born blaze summoned by angst.
Provocative anxiousness for change.
Darkened demeanour, demented thoughts,
self-deprecating nature is what fate brought.
Abraded hope in abortive actions,
cogitating possibilities and people's reactions.
Occasional remedies losing it's content,
cessation to continuance with inner consent .
Anticipation of azure is rather delirious,
making these binds appear, nefarious.
Luscious notes...
Staggering rebel cleaved it's way in head.
A new born blaze summoned by angst.
Provocative anxiousness for change.
Darkened demeanour, demented thoughts,
self-deprecating nature is what fate brought.
Abraded hope in abortive actions,
cogitating possibilities and people's reactions.
Occasional remedies losing it's content,
cessation to continuance with inner consent .
Anticipation of azure is rather delirious,
making these binds appear, nefarious.
Luscious notes...
100 reads
2 Comments
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