Submissions by Nameless_Traveler (Pigeon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Hands of the Clock
One...
A moment passes me by...
Two...
Stretching into the shadows...
Three...
I bury my head into the sand...
Four...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
Five...
I am thrust into the light...
Six...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Seven...
Their eyes are now upon me...
Eight...
They bring me to the vessle...
Nine...
A door somewhere far off is closing...
...
A moment passes me by...
Two...
Stretching into the shadows...
Three...
I bury my head into the sand...
Four...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
Five...
I am thrust into the light...
Six...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Seven...
Their eyes are now upon me...
Eight...
They bring me to the vessle...
Nine...
A door somewhere far off is closing...
...
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There Is No Forgiveness
Hatred breeds temptation
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is your life!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
...
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is your life!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
...
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Cat
Can I sit with you?
Small cat...
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
Cat...
They look green from here
Cat...
Are you hunting in the dark now?
Cat...?
If you were would you let me come?
Cat...
Written by Samantha Kerklaan and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler
Small cat...
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
Cat...
They look green from here
Cat...
Are you hunting in the dark now?
Cat...?
If you were would you let me come?
Cat...
Written by Samantha Kerklaan and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler
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Drift
With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstacy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last...
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstacy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last...
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Amiss Without
Their eyes to the loose soil
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born...
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born...
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A Friend Best Forgotten
I loathe you.
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of...
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of...
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2 Comments
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