Submissions by Hidden_Flame
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Ten Verses to Die For in The House of Death
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Confessions of a Teenage Misfit
In my soul lies a place dark in deserted,
Abyssmal shadows of the perverse and perverted.
The sun on the edge of oblivion,
My own heart twisted as obsidian.
The touch of a loved one feels as ice,
My mind finds little window for basic vice.
So I whisper to open ears by the twilight:
Take me to the graveyard for I wither inside,
Take me to the sacred grounds to die,
Lead me to the catacombs and bury me deep,
Lead me to the ocean for eternal sleep.
Bury me by the hollowed tombs.
Give me a...
Abyssmal shadows of the perverse and perverted.
The sun on the edge of oblivion,
My own heart twisted as obsidian.
The touch of a loved one feels as ice,
My mind finds little window for basic vice.
So I whisper to open ears by the twilight:
Take me to the graveyard for I wither inside,
Take me to the sacred grounds to die,
Lead me to the catacombs and bury me deep,
Lead me to the ocean for eternal sleep.
Bury me by the hollowed tombs.
Give me a...
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Untitled
Your words so bleak so weak and infearer,
Your poise so without the simpliest of grace,
The only thing more repugnant than your crinkled face,
Is the mind in your crown made of straw and lace.
Tis truely thou art a Lord of Charlatans,
Tis truely ye be a degenerate of no worth,
A heart so weak and squeamish on this Earth,
Shall never ever in a millineum prosper.
Your poise so without the simpliest of grace,
The only thing more repugnant than your crinkled face,
Is the mind in your crown made of straw and lace.
Tis truely thou art a Lord of Charlatans,
Tis truely ye be a degenerate of no worth,
A heart so weak and squeamish on this Earth,
Shall never ever in a millineum prosper.
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My Broken Pen
The tool that I craft my words with is broken.
Despite this it is mine and mine alone.
The words it crafts contradict themselves.
Ugly in form,but beautiful in spirirt.
Its lines are jagged and rough,but its message so pure and so true.
My pen yet scarred is so elegant like the ugly duckling with a beautiful heart.
Thus,I wonder why she so blatently judges my outspoken pen by only its skin.
No matter what the world plus a girl have to say,again and again and again.
I love my broken pen.
Despite this it is mine and mine alone.
The words it crafts contradict themselves.
Ugly in form,but beautiful in spirirt.
Its lines are jagged and rough,but its message so pure and so true.
My pen yet scarred is so elegant like the ugly duckling with a beautiful heart.
Thus,I wonder why she so blatently judges my outspoken pen by only its skin.
No matter what the world plus a girl have to say,again and again and again.
I love my broken pen.
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Evil Eye
A mind's eye turns black,a haunting onlooker.
Wild black flames slowly erupt.
The chaotic visioneer comes forth stalkingly.
Its chilling gaze comes without shadow nor without unclean intentions.
The slitherer of the night,bearer of ill-flame.
Infamous is its curse-setting gaze.
When ounce it blinks you're damned,twice dust,and third a puddle of bubbling blood.
Splash!
I splatter you beneath my iron boots like a colony of tiny worthless soldiers.
Wild black flames slowly erupt.
The chaotic visioneer comes forth stalkingly.
Its chilling gaze comes without shadow nor without unclean intentions.
The slitherer of the night,bearer of ill-flame.
Infamous is its curse-setting gaze.
When ounce it blinks you're damned,twice dust,and third a puddle of bubbling blood.
Splash!
I splatter you beneath my iron boots like a colony of tiny worthless soldiers.
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Gravity
Compressed-Like a caged bird unable to spread its wings.
Binded-In a sufficating interia.
To feel Jupiter jumping up,then down on ones shoulders.
Feet of stone,hands on fire,eyes are heavy,and inertia is steady.
Choking on frustrative anticipation.
Slowly temperance fades into grey.
The way I feel I feel this way.
Crushed by force times four.
Agony-Tis hell to be trapped in stone
Life-A painful journey.
I am a disoriented mouse in a shrinking maze.
Searching for cheese which will be my silver lining.
Crushing my bones I...
Binded-In a sufficating interia.
To feel Jupiter jumping up,then down on ones shoulders.
Feet of stone,hands on fire,eyes are heavy,and inertia is steady.
Choking on frustrative anticipation.
Slowly temperance fades into grey.
The way I feel I feel this way.
Crushed by force times four.
Agony-Tis hell to be trapped in stone
Life-A painful journey.
I am a disoriented mouse in a shrinking maze.
Searching for cheese which will be my silver lining.
Crushing my bones I...
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I dream of thee
In my deepest slumber I dream of thee.
When I close my eyes at night an oasis there be for me.
Light fades and dusk rises and with that so doth she.
A beautiful sprite shines in the shimmering moonlight.
Her eyes shine with the allure of the North Star.
Her hair flows with the grace of a Nebula far.
My heart the gates bonded by stone chains she doth have the key.
In my deepest slumber I dream of thee.
When I close my eyes at night an oasis there be for me.
Light fades and dusk rises and with that so doth she.
A beautiful sprite shines in the shimmering moonlight.
Her eyes shine with the allure of the North Star.
Her hair flows with the grace of a Nebula far.
My heart the gates bonded by stone chains she doth have the key.
In my deepest slumber I dream of thee.
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Equalibrium
As I wait a child is born,
As I wait a child is dying.
As I wait balance is disrupted,
Through the uneven equality we are damned.
As I wait there is marriage,
As I wait there is divorce.
As I wait there is happily ever after,
Then there is the adulterers.
From light comes shadows,
From the brightest light comes darkest night.
From war we make peace and peace we make war,
All a bright,dim,and equal duality.
As I wait order is obedient,
As I wait chaos is rebellious.
As I wait light emerges,
From the humming light comes...
As I wait a child is dying.
As I wait balance is disrupted,
Through the uneven equality we are damned.
As I wait there is marriage,
As I wait there is divorce.
As I wait there is happily ever after,
Then there is the adulterers.
From light comes shadows,
From the brightest light comes darkest night.
From war we make peace and peace we make war,
All a bright,dim,and equal duality.
As I wait order is obedient,
As I wait chaos is rebellious.
As I wait light emerges,
From the humming light comes...
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