Submissions by ImmortalSalvation
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 4:56pm
12th Jul 2012 4:56pm
Can't sleep.
These nightmares are caving in,
Surrounding the days that turn into
the hours that are ticking.
Oh, damn its the making
of the ending of the conflict.
Only saving the convict.
That little voice inside your head.
Screaming. SCREAMING! Until your dead.
Lying there writhing,
can't stop the crying,
The tears a constant flow.
It's because of her you can't let go.
Just to breathe it slow.
Let it go, let it go.
Beating like the heart beats that
You watched leave those long lashes,
Eyes forever burned into your thoughts.
Can't sleep,...
Surrounding the days that turn into
the hours that are ticking.
Oh, damn its the making
of the ending of the conflict.
Only saving the convict.
That little voice inside your head.
Screaming. SCREAMING! Until your dead.
Lying there writhing,
can't stop the crying,
The tears a constant flow.
It's because of her you can't let go.
Just to breathe it slow.
Let it go, let it go.
Beating like the heart beats that
You watched leave those long lashes,
Eyes forever burned into your thoughts.
Can't sleep,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2012 6:30pm
8th Feb 2012 6:30pm
Once More the Song.
Tranquil and peacful in
The eye of the storm.
What is the purpose
If in the end we shall mourn.
You cry out to your mothers,
Pay refuge to your fathers,
The suffering so immense
Some do not even bother.
The weeping of wives
Tear holes in the Soul.
A black hole,
Without hope,
Burning embers in the coal.
Sweat beats out a steady strum,
Sounds as loud as battle drums!
The night is relentless,
The storm is never over.
A sigh,
A scream,
An imputent tear.
The last cry you hear,
That of your Lover.
Speak truth...
The eye of the storm.
What is the purpose
If in the end we shall mourn.
You cry out to your mothers,
Pay refuge to your fathers,
The suffering so immense
Some do not even bother.
The weeping of wives
Tear holes in the Soul.
A black hole,
Without hope,
Burning embers in the coal.
Sweat beats out a steady strum,
Sounds as loud as battle drums!
The night is relentless,
The storm is never over.
A sigh,
A scream,
An imputent tear.
The last cry you hear,
That of your Lover.
Speak truth...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2012 6:28pm
8th Feb 2012 6:28pm
Eyes open, Ears listening.
It seems purpose is never needed.
By those words its the soul that bleeded
Out as it lay there hopless,
helpless,
The cause with a reason,
The result became headless.
Why regard without distinction,
Softly creeping into the season,
Deathly beacon,
Shining light into your soul.
Let your tears go into that good night,
Ride out the fight
Into the afterlife.
Keep battering out those fears,
Draw your sheers
to your wrists.
Close your eyes and whisper.
Drink into the spur
Of the final moments as you lay,
And open your eyes...
By those words its the soul that bleeded
Out as it lay there hopless,
helpless,
The cause with a reason,
The result became headless.
Why regard without distinction,
Softly creeping into the season,
Deathly beacon,
Shining light into your soul.
Let your tears go into that good night,
Ride out the fight
Into the afterlife.
Keep battering out those fears,
Draw your sheers
to your wrists.
Close your eyes and whisper.
Drink into the spur
Of the final moments as you lay,
And open your eyes...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
12th May 2011 8:51pm
12th May 2011 8:51pm
World Round
World keeps turning
round and round
with or without
along or beyond
life without death
or dead in a bond.
Keep moving forward
Or stay where you are
Bow to a lord
Or remain your own star
round and round
with or without
along or beyond
life without death
or dead in a bond.
Keep moving forward
Or stay where you are
Bow to a lord
Or remain your own star
284 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2011 8:19pm
18th Apr 2011 8:19pm
Phantom
An empty soul of sorts
Undying love for life
Walk along the trails
That were occasional.
At times
It seems that this
world is turning black.
Continuing its flow
Enthusiasm it lack..
What of the loss
of love and death
Losing life and hate
Lifting of our hearts
and with it let us sing
"Shadow shadow
where art thou?"
Undying love for life
Walk along the trails
That were occasional.
At times
It seems that this
world is turning black.
Continuing its flow
Enthusiasm it lack..
What of the loss
of love and death
Losing life and hate
Lifting of our hearts
and with it let us sing
"Shadow shadow
where art thou?"
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2011 7:46pm
13th Apr 2011 7:46pm
My insanity
Sane is the game
on which people
take your shame
and outlive your fame
the loss of yourself
feeling the panic
and awakening to
another age of sanity
into the abyss of insanity.
What is insane?
Absence of sanity,
feeling no gravity.
Jumping from the cliffs,
slitting the wrists,
or the throat so deep
you can barely weep
out the anger of your
fame, this is a game.
On which we have no equal
Our world is not a sequel.
A constant flow of life
with a constant flow of strife.
Whispers of the life
after death....
on which people
take your shame
and outlive your fame
the loss of yourself
feeling the panic
and awakening to
another age of sanity
into the abyss of insanity.
What is insane?
Absence of sanity,
feeling no gravity.
Jumping from the cliffs,
slitting the wrists,
or the throat so deep
you can barely weep
out the anger of your
fame, this is a game.
On which we have no equal
Our world is not a sequel.
A constant flow of life
with a constant flow of strife.
Whispers of the life
after death....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2011 7:32pm
13th Apr 2011 7:32pm
Curtsey.
Hello good sir
take a bow
good madam stay
as violence crowds
take to the duel
a duet of one
dancing light
and darkness shun
Listen closely
and curtsey now
rather gently
opposed a bow
come together
Grasp of hands
Smiling now,
Undead plans
Caress of music
movement of three
as we will
so mote it be
for the mote is one
and the world is ours
dance amoungst
the moon and stars.
We dance away
seance we pray
shed away
the burdens we lay
call on thus
and feel the rush ...
take a bow
good madam stay
as violence crowds
take to the duel
a duet of one
dancing light
and darkness shun
Listen closely
and curtsey now
rather gently
opposed a bow
come together
Grasp of hands
Smiling now,
Undead plans
Caress of music
movement of three
as we will
so mote it be
for the mote is one
and the world is ours
dance amoungst
the moon and stars.
We dance away
seance we pray
shed away
the burdens we lay
call on thus
and feel the rush ...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Apr 2011 9:10pm
7th Apr 2011 9:10pm
Sensual Reopened
Fires are burning
townspeople screaming the
name of their children as
they cry for their mothers
The burning of wood
both the town and the soul
eat away at the seams
of the clip as the
gun sprays the feeble
the men and the bold
as the women cry
when the children grow old
the stolen souls sob
life riding without
the guidance of a father
or the love of oneself.
Cry little bird
please just go away
this cage is opened
why not just fly
while the bird says
"Tweet..."
townspeople screaming the
name of their children as
they cry for their mothers
The burning of wood
both the town and the soul
eat away at the seams
of the clip as the
gun sprays the feeble
the men and the bold
as the women cry
when the children grow old
the stolen souls sob
life riding without
the guidance of a father
or the love of oneself.
Cry little bird
please just go away
this cage is opened
why not just fly
while the bird says
"Tweet..."
203 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2011 7:57pm
6th Apr 2011 7:57pm
Withstanding of a Darker Age
Lies to the world,
A politic is waiting.
Republic withstanding
And torment forsaken
Life's a ruin without
A lawyer at work
You'd have a better time
Resorting to church
Because democracy is dead
The tyrant's at work
Showing as a man
But a demon that lurks.
The mobs that await
Leaving to lance a stake
Immaculate the community
Still words breathing itself
Whispering crimes that
Polluted itself endless times
And over again
Creeping death crumbling,
And still bent within.
A politic is waiting.
Republic withstanding
And torment forsaken
Life's a ruin without
A lawyer at work
You'd have a better time
Resorting to church
Because democracy is dead
The tyrant's at work
Showing as a man
But a demon that lurks.
The mobs that await
Leaving to lance a stake
Immaculate the community
Still words breathing itself
Whispering crimes that
Polluted itself endless times
And over again
Creeping death crumbling,
And still bent within.
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2011 7:51pm
6th Apr 2011 7:51pm
Society's rap.
"I got bitches,
I got hoes"
Thats bull shit and everybody knows.
Lying to the public
little minds at work,
growing from the poor
and falling to the dirt.
a tragedy plagues,
burns and withers away.
living days,
Burning unspent money array.
Upsetting the public,
becoming models to drug dealers,
and bank robbers so distant
that it is a true raging.
its not people hurting.
its the people you're caging.
with the song is done
and new people are dead,
its the thoughts of another
that leaves this world in its...
I got hoes"
Thats bull shit and everybody knows.
Lying to the public
little minds at work,
growing from the poor
and falling to the dirt.
a tragedy plagues,
burns and withers away.
living days,
Burning unspent money array.
Upsetting the public,
becoming models to drug dealers,
and bank robbers so distant
that it is a true raging.
its not people hurting.
its the people you're caging.
with the song is done
and new people are dead,
its the thoughts of another
that leaves this world in its...
328 reads
7 Comments
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