Submissions by Isaac_13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i may not be as good as the writers here but i hope you'll enjoy reading my poems. ill appreciate every comment, positive or negative:))
Zero Gravity
sinister is your smile
as still as the solstice, high-
it brings me to utopia
my endless nirvana
it levitates me
above the skyscrapers
where the clouds are like snow
the scene down below-
so stunning, so delicate,
like the lost Atlantis.
lucid like the dream
I fear it might let go-
betray me back to reality
lost and helpless
alone with gravity
a sudden free fall--
undone and shattered.
as still as the solstice, high-
it brings me to utopia
my endless nirvana
it levitates me
above the skyscrapers
where the clouds are like snow
the scene down below-
so stunning, so delicate,
like the lost Atlantis.
lucid like the dream
I fear it might let go-
betray me back to reality
lost and helpless
alone with gravity
a sudden free fall--
undone and shattered.
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Curse of Knowing
cast me the curse;
thy wrath of unfolded anger
that would feed on the darkness
of my corrupted mind
bring it forth with great might
and unleash the kraken
that sleeps at the bottom
of the troubled oceans.
be with it those arrows
those hammers
and morning stars,
then punish me with perriers
or bludgeon me to death if you wish to
but leave my blood stained body
on the ground
on which i'll revive
as a new being.
a man with purity and innocence within
a man i was before i saw everything.
thy wrath of unfolded anger
that would feed on the darkness
of my corrupted mind
bring it forth with great might
and unleash the kraken
that sleeps at the bottom
of the troubled oceans.
be with it those arrows
those hammers
and morning stars,
then punish me with perriers
or bludgeon me to death if you wish to
but leave my blood stained body
on the ground
on which i'll revive
as a new being.
a man with purity and innocence within
a man i was before i saw everything.
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Blindfold
No, im not hurt but im angry
Im not in pain, but im disappointed
cause after all, you dont seem to be
the girl I thought you are-
like strong, still, and all that.
you're such a weakling.
Poor little weakling.
Who lives by the past,
and a sorrow-seeker,
pain addicted,
attention seeker,
immature little whore...
oh I mean girl.
and that's what I'm talking about.
yes you. yes you!
for life is not love,
and love is not life,
and it's not all about
signs and destiny.
but give-and-take,
time-and-sacrifices.
and...
Im not in pain, but im disappointed
cause after all, you dont seem to be
the girl I thought you are-
like strong, still, and all that.
you're such a weakling.
Poor little weakling.
Who lives by the past,
and a sorrow-seeker,
pain addicted,
attention seeker,
immature little whore...
oh I mean girl.
and that's what I'm talking about.
yes you. yes you!
for life is not love,
and love is not life,
and it's not all about
signs and destiny.
but give-and-take,
time-and-sacrifices.
and...
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The sensation, the kick, and the grave.
Cigar, soda, and rock music.
No, nothing feels any better than that.
It slowly kills you,
but if i have a second life
I'll do the same.
Ever seen an artist with a health shake?
I haven't.
No, I'm not an artist
but everyone has art within.
I'll do the same.
I'll do the same.
Chain smoking.
No, nothing feels any better than that.
It slowly kills you,
but if i have a second life
I'll do the same.
Ever seen an artist with a health shake?
I haven't.
No, I'm not an artist
but everyone has art within.
I'll do the same.
I'll do the same.
Chain smoking.
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Last Lullaby
I lay in my death bed-
seriously ill
fading sight and my head
is losing it's will
She stays by my side
with worries and tears
but i'm ready for the ride
i feel no fear
She watched me the whole night
which i don't even deserve
her touch eases me
when the pain strikes my nerves
It's getting cold now and dark
i can feel it's the mark
so my last words I tell her
with a soft short whisper:
"I'm just a nobody
but thanks for loving me
when im gone, find somebody
who'll make you feel free-
free as a...
seriously ill
fading sight and my head
is losing it's will
She stays by my side
with worries and tears
but i'm ready for the ride
i feel no fear
She watched me the whole night
which i don't even deserve
her touch eases me
when the pain strikes my nerves
It's getting cold now and dark
i can feel it's the mark
so my last words I tell her
with a soft short whisper:
"I'm just a nobody
but thanks for loving me
when im gone, find somebody
who'll make you feel free-
free as a...
105 reads
2 Comments
Arrowheads
Cause I'll be your pawn
And I'll be your knight
And I will be your wing
And I will be your flight
And I will be your flare
And I will be your sight
And I'll be your morphine
When the arrows strike
And I'll be your knight
And I will be your wing
And I will be your flight
And I will be your flare
And I will be your sight
And I'll be your morphine
When the arrows strike
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My boss is bullying me
In a workplace where everything
were headset and phones
my introvert self would
prefer to work alone
but she wanted me beside her
just next to her station
where I had to listen keenly
to everything she mentions
her sarcasm flowed through my eardrums
everything she uttered was fearsome
I'm bound to follow every protocol
it felt like I had sold her my soul
was it my awful neck tie that
kept her eyeing only on me?
or was it my eyeglasses that
hindered me from being free?
i could no longer take this
strangling anymore...
were headset and phones
my introvert self would
prefer to work alone
but she wanted me beside her
just next to her station
where I had to listen keenly
to everything she mentions
her sarcasm flowed through my eardrums
everything she uttered was fearsome
I'm bound to follow every protocol
it felt like I had sold her my soul
was it my awful neck tie that
kept her eyeing only on me?
or was it my eyeglasses that
hindered me from being free?
i could no longer take this
strangling anymore...
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Hello Goodbye
Whilst emptiness reign over
You glared like the moonlight
The joy- you uncovered
And the feeling is so right
The affection we both share
How I wish we could keep
It's like the warmth of a flare
In a cold night sleep
Someday we will figure
If such bond is forever
Or just a moment to cherish
But in the morning will perish
You glared like the moonlight
The joy- you uncovered
And the feeling is so right
The affection we both share
How I wish we could keep
It's like the warmth of a flare
In a cold night sleep
Someday we will figure
If such bond is forever
Or just a moment to cherish
But in the morning will perish
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One Sunny Day
On the trees shadow
the kids love to play
Joyous- a picture of
a fine sunny day.
far from the thoughts of
politics and economy,
their heart is still pure,
innocent, and lovely.
Vast as the plains
they love to run on,
huge as the mountains
they love to climb on,
their dreams are endless
deeper than the ocean's deep.
as if they could walk
the world with their bare feet
I wish that such sight
will stay close to home.
I wish that life is
as simple as this poem.
the kids love to play
Joyous- a picture of
a fine sunny day.
far from the thoughts of
politics and economy,
their heart is still pure,
innocent, and lovely.
Vast as the plains
they love to run on,
huge as the mountains
they love to climb on,
their dreams are endless
deeper than the ocean's deep.
as if they could walk
the world with their bare feet
I wish that such sight
will stay close to home.
I wish that life is
as simple as this poem.
141 reads
2 Comments
Hour Glass
My name is Pluto
I live in despair
Alone and belittled
Could life be more fair?
You can laugh all you want
But my vengeance is time
When the sun lose it's light
Your soul will be mine!
I live in despair
Alone and belittled
Could life be more fair?
You can laugh all you want
But my vengeance is time
When the sun lose it's light
Your soul will be mine!
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Oh! Come Armageddon!
To make the sweetest poem is the hardest thing to do.
Unless you have a god, whispering right through you.
I'm not Sylvia Plath, nor Rizal, not even Shakespeare.
And I'm not a charmer, with a bright yellow sphere.
I wasn't born a genius, nor destined to be playwright.
Screw rhymes and alphabets, cause I just can't blend them right.
I can write a thousand poems, but does it matter to you?
If you already have a guy who have nothing much ado.
Oh! Come Armageddon if I can't win this girl back!
Cause that's enough to prove that I was born with no luck....
Unless you have a god, whispering right through you.
I'm not Sylvia Plath, nor Rizal, not even Shakespeare.
And I'm not a charmer, with a bright yellow sphere.
I wasn't born a genius, nor destined to be playwright.
Screw rhymes and alphabets, cause I just can't blend them right.
I can write a thousand poems, but does it matter to you?
If you already have a guy who have nothing much ado.
Oh! Come Armageddon if I can't win this girl back!
Cause that's enough to prove that I was born with no luck....
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Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Can't you see?
I'm doing things for you and me
I write verses and rhymes
and all these lame lines
For suddenly
I miss you
Our cuddles and kisses
and all that we do
We shared stories about
almost everything under the sun
When we two are together
I feel like we're one.
Tens of writings
that I throw away
Too many thoughts
too many to say
I just can't find the right words
that will suit your name
Crumpled papers
scattered on the floor.
Oh wait, is that you
knocking on the door?
Can't you see?
I'm doing things for you and me
I write verses and rhymes
and all these lame lines
For suddenly
I miss you
Our cuddles and kisses
and all that we do
We shared stories about
almost everything under the sun
When we two are together
I feel like we're one.
Tens of writings
that I throw away
Too many thoughts
too many to say
I just can't find the right words
that will suit your name
Crumpled papers
scattered on the floor.
Oh wait, is that you
knocking on the door?
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