Submissions by Pathospassion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I regulate the silence.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 4:25am
13th Aug 2014 4:25am
The Goddess Truths
Love is the most corrupt goddess who cares not for the weak but consumes their desire for her presence until they are wisps of true human
35 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2014 5:30pm
22nd May 2014 5:30pm
Necromania and the suicidal trance poem
Unveil my happenings
And comprehend the truth
That the darkness is not what terrifies me and you
Make me empty and vacuous of Morality’s descendants
I beseech thee my lord to leave me flinching
And cringing beneath the light of suicide like vengeance
I fear not the deadly hate
That consumes my spring
But this is the day I do scream
For love to leave me
As god of the Beneath
Listen to the trees
And read with me
The taste of nation’s suicides
Written on all my fucking lies
Leave me alone
To live at home...
And comprehend the truth
That the darkness is not what terrifies me and you
Make me empty and vacuous of Morality’s descendants
I beseech thee my lord to leave me flinching
And cringing beneath the light of suicide like vengeance
I fear not the deadly hate
That consumes my spring
But this is the day I do scream
For love to leave me
As god of the Beneath
Listen to the trees
And read with me
The taste of nation’s suicides
Written on all my fucking lies
Leave me alone
To live at home...
83 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2014 3:41am
21st May 2014 3:41am
Her Hair Was Bone White
Her hair is bone white
She evokes metaphors
And transforms regular words into verbs
She pedestal-ed my words
She stair-cased my soul
And left me broken and droopy
Is droopy the word
And if it is then its giddy
Giddy is a word for girls
Yet my hair is white like bone
And her's is too
We are the Chosen Ones
Only in my dreams
You see she has the ability
To evoke these metaphors and similes
From inside of me
But I am the poet
And she is just the inspiration
Which makes me more important ...
She evokes metaphors
And transforms regular words into verbs
She pedestal-ed my words
She stair-cased my soul
And left me broken and droopy
Is droopy the word
And if it is then its giddy
Giddy is a word for girls
Yet my hair is white like bone
And her's is too
We are the Chosen Ones
Only in my dreams
You see she has the ability
To evoke these metaphors and similes
From inside of me
But I am the poet
And she is just the inspiration
Which makes me more important ...
61 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2014 11:45pm
19th May 2014 11:45pm
Just love me
Just love me
hold me
and do not leave me
broken and needy
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hold me
and do not leave me
broken and needy
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125 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2014 7:20am
11th May 2014 7:20am
My new twitter people.... follow
If you follow me @Eclectic_gods on twitter and comment under this to let me know I will give you an honest critique of EVERY poem you have ever written
56 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2014 5:47am
10th May 2014 5:47am
Sanity does not like me in her
113 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2014 00:32am
7th May 2014 00:32am
Wind Chimes
posted on "homeless" comp.
He smiles and says you welcome
As these fools whom he fought for
Thank him for his service
As if he spent four tours
Serving burgers to the worthless
Now people deem him homeless
Because he sits on curbs with
Food out of trashcans
Barely scraping by
Because Love is dishonest
No one comes to save him
Even though he came to save them
And all he can remember
Is the bombing of children
The pain
The shame
And the fear
That one hollow heartless bullet ...
He smiles and says you welcome
As these fools whom he fought for
Thank him for his service
As if he spent four tours
Serving burgers to the worthless
Now people deem him homeless
Because he sits on curbs with
Food out of trashcans
Barely scraping by
Because Love is dishonest
No one comes to save him
Even though he came to save them
And all he can remember
Is the bombing of children
The pain
The shame
And the fear
That one hollow heartless bullet ...
67 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2014 4:54am
6th May 2014 4:54am
Peel
I have one million birds to peel...like oranges
Or like little children do with apples
Even though the outside satisfies more than the mind
And not the core
But I keep searching for the soul
And I keep peeling these birds
Trying to find the hollow bone that gives them freedom
But I never ever do
I just keep peeling your skin...looking inside
Playing your ribs like piano keys
I find that your lungs never concave
As long as you sit real close to me
When you stay close you see
You can always breathe
So I guess I am your...
Or like little children do with apples
Even though the outside satisfies more than the mind
And not the core
But I keep searching for the soul
And I keep peeling these birds
Trying to find the hollow bone that gives them freedom
But I never ever do
I just keep peeling your skin...looking inside
Playing your ribs like piano keys
I find that your lungs never concave
As long as you sit real close to me
When you stay close you see
You can always breathe
So I guess I am your...
66 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2014 5:37am
4th May 2014 5:37am
Shopping List
When I was six
My sun-kissed mother
Was teaching me how to make shopping lists
And write lovely poetry of peaceful butterflies
But soon I realized my short lists became occupied
By the cries of children in Palestine
And slowly my poetry seeped over
Onto the floor and out the door
To emancipate the broken and soar
Now I stand
On a little broken blue crate
Spitting poetic words against Hate
And fear and rape
That sounds like this
I hope you know
That the once open windows
Are shut tight here ...
My sun-kissed mother
Was teaching me how to make shopping lists
And write lovely poetry of peaceful butterflies
But soon I realized my short lists became occupied
By the cries of children in Palestine
And slowly my poetry seeped over
Onto the floor and out the door
To emancipate the broken and soar
Now I stand
On a little broken blue crate
Spitting poetic words against Hate
And fear and rape
That sounds like this
I hope you know
That the once open windows
Are shut tight here ...
84 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 8:41pm
3rd May 2014 8:41pm
Cursed are the children
Nazi men
Wore baggy pants
To hide their sins
And we wonder why
Cursed are the children
Prison is dark skinned and black
And every rich man there can relax
Because Justice opens her eyes
When money floats by
I cried
When a young Caucasian woman walked by
And hid her child and purse aside
In fear of some darkness inside of me
I cannot see
How it is my skin can make me murderous
Racism and bigotry
Murdered my soft poetry
And all that is left is an open wound
And little broken things
Do you dream...
Wore baggy pants
To hide their sins
And we wonder why
Cursed are the children
Prison is dark skinned and black
And every rich man there can relax
Because Justice opens her eyes
When money floats by
I cried
When a young Caucasian woman walked by
And hid her child and purse aside
In fear of some darkness inside of me
I cannot see
How it is my skin can make me murderous
Racism and bigotry
Murdered my soft poetry
And all that is left is an open wound
And little broken things
Do you dream...
72 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2014 00:45am
28th Apr 2014 00:45am
Make Love To Me
Dedicated to Mz_Fallen_Angel
Now play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
It hurts
To want so badly
But to never get
So my good God
Stays nice and righteous
Filling my mind with unholy remnants
Of your dreams pieces
The pieces
...
Now play these puppet strings
Like I am the last stringed instrument
As I try my best to write poetry
That makes you want to scream out
One million words unspoken but thought in sanctuary
It hurts
To want so badly
But to never get
So my good God
Stays nice and righteous
Filling my mind with unholy remnants
Of your dreams pieces
The pieces
...
122 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2014 00:03am
24th Apr 2014 00:03am
The "A" epiphany
Approximate
Accidental
Area
Astoundingly
Advanced
As
Astronomical
Advisers
Abjure
Absurd
Assumptions
Arranged
Alongside
Affection's
Arousing
Absence
Accidental
Area
Astoundingly
Advanced
As
Astronomical
Advisers
Abjure
Absurd
Assumptions
Arranged
Alongside
Affection's
Arousing
Absence
83 reads
7 Comments
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