Submissions by No1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Fallen sun
No poem here
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Down to Hell
Down to the deepest pit of hell you go.
Lost are you and forever and ever is it so.
Give up and surrender without a fight,
for you shall ever reside in eternal night.
Where souls like your's lament and cry:
"God help us! Let us once more die!"
But your faint cries are not heard.
In this damned place, the utmost dark,
no god to you again ever will hark.
So be content with your hellish fate.
For your accursed soul,
it's now far too late.
Lost are you and forever and ever is it so.
Give up and surrender without a fight,
for you shall ever reside in eternal night.
Where souls like your's lament and cry:
"God help us! Let us once more die!"
But your faint cries are not heard.
In this damned place, the utmost dark,
no god to you again ever will hark.
So be content with your hellish fate.
For your accursed soul,
it's now far too late.
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We are gods
We are gods. It say in the bible that "the kingdom of God is within you" and that is really true. Everything divine is on the inside. He who searches shall find, but you shouldn't search in the wrong places. When you look at a somebody, do not only see the person, but also the god or the goddess that is on the inside.
If you want to go to heaven, become your own heaven and you are there. You are not small, tiny, insignificant. You are vast, endless and unlimited. Look at the farthest star you can see. It is within your grasp. You are at the center of the universe surrounded...
If you want to go to heaven, become your own heaven and you are there. You are not small, tiny, insignificant. You are vast, endless and unlimited. Look at the farthest star you can see. It is within your grasp. You are at the center of the universe surrounded...
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Game of Life
We are born, live and love but are fooled all the way.
We only are guests here, never allowed to stay.
The older we get, the more powerless we become.
And in the end, even our last dignity is gone.
We, the victims of life, never chose to be born,
and when everyone's dead, none will us mourn.
Life, the abuser who uses us, callus and hard,
from stacked decks, he deals marked cards.
The game is called "Choices"
but there's nothing to choose and in his game,
we all will lose.
We only are guests here, never allowed to stay.
The older we get, the more powerless we become.
And in the end, even our last dignity is gone.
We, the victims of life, never chose to be born,
and when everyone's dead, none will us mourn.
Life, the abuser who uses us, callus and hard,
from stacked decks, he deals marked cards.
The game is called "Choices"
but there's nothing to choose and in his game,
we all will lose.
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Autophobia
I am a nice person but still...
There are things about myself
that scare me deeply.
Autophobia is the fear of oneself,
and to some degree I must have it.
Sometimes when I look into my eyes
in pictures I have taken....
There's something about me
that just makes me shudder.
But where can run to,
to get away from myself?
Nowhere...
There are things about myself
that scare me deeply.
Autophobia is the fear of oneself,
and to some degree I must have it.
Sometimes when I look into my eyes
in pictures I have taken....
There's something about me
that just makes me shudder.
But where can run to,
to get away from myself?
Nowhere...
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Let me introduce myself
I am someone you soon will meet.
And I'm the one you'll never cheat.
Me you'll see when your life fades.
Take my hand, we're off to Hades!
First I must take your last breath.
Let me introduce myself: I am Death.
And I'm the one you'll never cheat.
Me you'll see when your life fades.
Take my hand, we're off to Hades!
First I must take your last breath.
Let me introduce myself: I am Death.
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The Warrior
Noble is he, the warrior.
Hard but compassionate,
killing only out of necessity.
Foes fall endlessly before him,
a crimson trail marking his path.
His sword arm hurts from chopping,
yet he kills without stopping.
Countless heads adorn his walls.
Here lives a killer, a man with balls.
After the fight he deserves to rest,
tomorrow he can kill the rest.
Hard but compassionate,
killing only out of necessity.
Foes fall endlessly before him,
a crimson trail marking his path.
His sword arm hurts from chopping,
yet he kills without stopping.
Countless heads adorn his walls.
Here lives a killer, a man with balls.
After the fight he deserves to rest,
tomorrow he can kill the rest.
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Born to murder the world
The world is on its knees before me.
I punch the world and alter its orbit.
In anger I unsheathe my giant sword.
I take one last look at the world,
then I plunge my naked sword in.
You shouldn't have messed with me,
and now your days will end in misery.
There's no answer, has no one heard?
That I was born to murder the world.
I punch the world and alter its orbit.
In anger I unsheathe my giant sword.
I take one last look at the world,
then I plunge my naked sword in.
You shouldn't have messed with me,
and now your days will end in misery.
There's no answer, has no one heard?
That I was born to murder the world.
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Death's apostle
I had something good inside of me,
but I wasn't allowed to be good.
So now through actions not all my own,
seeds of destruction have been sown.
I waited until it was much too late,
and grim is now the world's sorry fate.
It will all end soon, that is how it will be.
And in the process...
I've killed all the good inside of me.
but I wasn't allowed to be good.
So now through actions not all my own,
seeds of destruction have been sown.
I waited until it was much too late,
and grim is now the world's sorry fate.
It will all end soon, that is how it will be.
And in the process...
I've killed all the good inside of me.
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Raining blood
Poem in picture
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Ares
Poem in image
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I am
I am
I am
I just am.
Eternal and divine.
What was taken,
will be given back.
I may wander but,
I always stay on track.
Night is over soon,
and the day will rise.
What is new lives,
and what is old dies.
Finally the flood surged,
and everyone is purged.
That goes for me too,
and you, and you and you.
I am
I just am.
Eternal and divine.
What was taken,
will be given back.
I may wander but,
I always stay on track.
Night is over soon,
and the day will rise.
What is new lives,
and what is old dies.
Finally the flood surged,
and everyone is purged.
That goes for me too,
and you, and you and you.
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