Submissions by EmptyTree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 1:09pm
6th Sep 2014 1:09pm
Streams of crystal
Crystal water streams down my body bare
Caressing my gray lips, into the drain,
And I don't know what to think, or to care
Whether to feel or love this eternal pain
The blur of life I may only be imagining
Remains clear to me, a herald-maybe
Of days ere clairvoyance and rapturing
Of the forever I will truly be set, free...
Into darkness, into life, I close my eyes
Allowing cold air to make me shiver
Understanding all truth behind these lies
And ambiguity in this endless river
And maybe it shall be for the better ...
Caressing my gray lips, into the drain,
And I don't know what to think, or to care
Whether to feel or love this eternal pain
The blur of life I may only be imagining
Remains clear to me, a herald-maybe
Of days ere clairvoyance and rapturing
Of the forever I will truly be set, free...
Into darkness, into life, I close my eyes
Allowing cold air to make me shiver
Understanding all truth behind these lies
And ambiguity in this endless river
And maybe it shall be for the better ...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 1:43pm
4th Sep 2014 1:43pm
Woods
I'll be fine without the kind townsmen
And so will they meeting the day when
They lose a man of such little worth
To physical matters and scientific Earth.
So as they say, Into the woods I may,
Into my own, Into darkness, and stay.
No need to rush, I'll hurry on my way
And turn my back on these grim days.
And no sand, nor shadow may follow
From now; I leave my old stump hollow
Without a single strand of my being
To escape the reality-I'm leaving.
Into firm trees in the shade of night
Rooted to soil untouched by light
In a...
And so will they meeting the day when
They lose a man of such little worth
To physical matters and scientific Earth.
So as they say, Into the woods I may,
Into my own, Into darkness, and stay.
No need to rush, I'll hurry on my way
And turn my back on these grim days.
And no sand, nor shadow may follow
From now; I leave my old stump hollow
Without a single strand of my being
To escape the reality-I'm leaving.
Into firm trees in the shade of night
Rooted to soil untouched by light
In a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 1:59pm
26th Aug 2014 1:59pm
Fruit upon a tree
A tree on the mountain's summit
Shining gold in the brink of dawn
On a cliff the sun rests to be lit
And the tree rests heavenly drawn
Oh, what a blessing it is to be
To be a fruit upon the blessed tree
Wood forethought by poets to be
Laying on the kingdom of greatest He
But nights howl Wind's moans
Rocking vines above piercing stones
Where ravenous devils lurk around
Devouring all on hellish ground
Ah! my branch swings rigorously!
And I'm frightened, I'm terrified!
For I know any next blow may be
The...
Shining gold in the brink of dawn
On a cliff the sun rests to be lit
And the tree rests heavenly drawn
Oh, what a blessing it is to be
To be a fruit upon the blessed tree
Wood forethought by poets to be
Laying on the kingdom of greatest He
But nights howl Wind's moans
Rocking vines above piercing stones
Where ravenous devils lurk around
Devouring all on hellish ground
Ah! my branch swings rigorously!
And I'm frightened, I'm terrified!
For I know any next blow may be
The...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2014 9:45am
20th Aug 2014 9:45am
Passion
A pen in hand in deep thought,
In deep longing, and deep expression
Wondering how to pass the hours,
Memorably, exclaiming dear passion
Then I thought way back when
I first had writ when passion began
Of lasting ways to count the days
Of memories written in the sand
The days were nights, and the nights,
They were days of nostalgic sights
Whenever my mind falls to flight
And sleeps to dream of such delight
Look past the perception yonder
And repeat as my pen does wonder.
In deep longing, and deep expression
Wondering how to pass the hours,
Memorably, exclaiming dear passion
Then I thought way back when
I first had writ when passion began
Of lasting ways to count the days
Of memories written in the sand
The days were nights, and the nights,
They were days of nostalgic sights
Whenever my mind falls to flight
And sleeps to dream of such delight
Look past the perception yonder
And repeat as my pen does wonder.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 11:16am
18th Aug 2014 11:16am
Shadows
A question in the dead of night
I ask, "will it be alright?..."
When we say the sun may rise
For a new day, tomorrow.
A day I'd rather not awaken for
A day I'd rather not endure
Instead I may jot down words
Of how pain is my grandeur
Envying the shadows laid at night
That vanish in the light of day
Never to suffer, never to cry
Into darkness, fading away.
I ask, "will it be alright?..."
When we say the sun may rise
For a new day, tomorrow.
A day I'd rather not awaken for
A day I'd rather not endure
Instead I may jot down words
Of how pain is my grandeur
Envying the shadows laid at night
That vanish in the light of day
Never to suffer, never to cry
Into darkness, fading away.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 9:57am
15th Aug 2014 9:57am
A familiar mist
Engulfed in a heavy, familiar mist
Of oblivion, in a place I may've wished
That shrouds the garden from ever twilight
In the darkness of day, brightness of night
And tears trickle as if resisting time
In a garden blessed by my dying rhyme
Lilies watch me,following my steps
Pitying me through the path of death
With the wind cold and eerie breath
Blows as if my own in times I wept
Regressing into an eternal fade
And life eluding me,remains to wane.
Of oblivion, in a place I may've wished
That shrouds the garden from ever twilight
In the darkness of day, brightness of night
And tears trickle as if resisting time
In a garden blessed by my dying rhyme
Lilies watch me,following my steps
Pitying me through the path of death
With the wind cold and eerie breath
Blows as if my own in times I wept
Regressing into an eternal fade
And life eluding me,remains to wane.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 9:57am
24th Jul 2014 9:57am
Spectre
I can feel her
I can feel her soul
Her ghostly presence
Her gentle voice
Just ringing in my ears
She loves me, she says,
And her shuttering fades
Making quiet-deafening
Don't go, don't go
My soul longs ever more
For you-my love.
I can feel her soul
Her ghostly presence
Her gentle voice
Just ringing in my ears
She loves me, she says,
And her shuttering fades
Making quiet-deafening
Don't go, don't go
My soul longs ever more
For you-my love.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 9:47am
24th Jul 2014 9:47am
Oh, my love
Oh, my love's eyes
Are my dreams during the day,
Oh, my love's hair
Flows down from heaven,
Oh, my love's cheek
Is only mine and mine to caress,
Oh, my love's lips
Lovely as a core of a rose,
And her soul loves mine
Oh, my love, my love!
Forever shall you never feel
The wear of Time's hand.
Oh, my love.
Are my dreams during the day,
Oh, my love's hair
Flows down from heaven,
Oh, my love's cheek
Is only mine and mine to caress,
Oh, my love's lips
Lovely as a core of a rose,
And her soul loves mine
Oh, my love, my love!
Forever shall you never feel
The wear of Time's hand.
Oh, my love.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 3:01pm
11th Jul 2014 3:01pm
She resides in my imagination
I can't stop stealing glances of you
And feel cold blood course through me,
Beautiful, I'd kill you again and again!
Then shall you only understand my love.
Your image is set on all vacant faces
Turning my sky to get runny in crimson
Making my eyes cry its black pupils,
And blinding me into a void of heroes.
I flail my blade excitedly along the path
Knowing, oh knowing that it's your blood
I shall lustfully taste upon my lips;
Drops of the river of Proserpine's beauty
And feel cold blood course through me,
Beautiful, I'd kill you again and again!
Then shall you only understand my love.
Your image is set on all vacant faces
Turning my sky to get runny in crimson
Making my eyes cry its black pupils,
And blinding me into a void of heroes.
I flail my blade excitedly along the path
Knowing, oh knowing that it's your blood
I shall lustfully taste upon my lips;
Drops of the river of Proserpine's beauty
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 10:20am
1st Jul 2014 10:20am
Dawn to dusk
I fell in love with the dawn
The radiance in my darkest plane
And sought her glowed horizon
She, my beauty, and ego sane.
Bitterly fettered souls apart
Shall never let thy touch depart
And so she soars towards me so
Land too is lit by her warm glow.
I cursed the sky and love at night
And all shadows that pass me by,
Tantalizing me to my death
Forever and ever watching...
The sun set.
The radiance in my darkest plane
And sought her glowed horizon
She, my beauty, and ego sane.
Bitterly fettered souls apart
Shall never let thy touch depart
And so she soars towards me so
Land too is lit by her warm glow.
I cursed the sky and love at night
And all shadows that pass me by,
Tantalizing me to my death
Forever and ever watching...
The sun set.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:36pm
10th Jun 2014 1:36pm
Lovely Romance
Cherish your breath and live today
To love with your soul in such a way
The wind blows to caress your skin
And wisps glow to grow my grin
But fear not the dark woods within
The end of all paths we dared begin
Cupid roams under twinkling light
Sheltering lovers in black lit bright
Romance pervades the dusky air
Renewing love despite Time’s wear
As timeless stars living in death
An eternal embrace love hath set
To love with your soul in such a way
The wind blows to caress your skin
And wisps glow to grow my grin
But fear not the dark woods within
The end of all paths we dared begin
Cupid roams under twinkling light
Sheltering lovers in black lit bright
Romance pervades the dusky air
Renewing love despite Time’s wear
As timeless stars living in death
An eternal embrace love hath set
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2014 7:18am
24th May 2014 7:18am
The mangoes are in season
Oh look, the fruits are in season,
In great sizes up on our own tree
And the children outside do so agree
A mango of theirs is a mango for me.
And those unripe truly taste the best
Accompanied by his salty bagoong paste
Which we shared; memories that taste
Very sour, dear, and in heaven stays.
Simple things remained luxurious to I:
The dipping sauce you made for we two
To share and enjoy as what else we'd do,
And just to be there-accompanied by you.
Now you're the wind that blows our trees
Screaming "Oh, this bagoong will kill me!"...
In great sizes up on our own tree
And the children outside do so agree
A mango of theirs is a mango for me.
And those unripe truly taste the best
Accompanied by his salty bagoong paste
Which we shared; memories that taste
Very sour, dear, and in heaven stays.
Simple things remained luxurious to I:
The dipping sauce you made for we two
To share and enjoy as what else we'd do,
And just to be there-accompanied by you.
Now you're the wind that blows our trees
Screaming "Oh, this bagoong will kill me!"...
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