Submissions by Risen777
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to read and look into a mixture of subjects that will keep me on the move. I enjoy fantasy a lot fast paced and filled with the up most action that is full of plots, climaxes fighting etc.
Envy proclaims confidence
I died again today...
Original, truth, understanding, kindness, acceptance. These seem to be the pure no goes for driving forward for my surroundings.
Denial, shame, belittled, miss-understood are my attributes through and through. Maybe reality isn't my socialism, popularity or area I thrive in.
What highly contrived act is suspended in a none fictional fashion? Must I force a humorous outrageous spectacle of myself to be for scene as a higher being to attract and enlighten to aide or permit the knowledge I so grasp definitely onto each and every person.
I am...
Original, truth, understanding, kindness, acceptance. These seem to be the pure no goes for driving forward for my surroundings.
Denial, shame, belittled, miss-understood are my attributes through and through. Maybe reality isn't my socialism, popularity or area I thrive in.
What highly contrived act is suspended in a none fictional fashion? Must I force a humorous outrageous spectacle of myself to be for scene as a higher being to attract and enlighten to aide or permit the knowledge I so grasp definitely onto each and every person.
I am...
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The want is deadly
Today I have cleanse myself into the very apex of a black putrid essence. This has become upon an obsession of want that has transpired its glory selfishly triggered from past inconsistencies prolonged by a foolish vision of ecstasy.
All that has been accomplished will forever be transfixed in memory like a scar that never heals. I cannot and will not bare these scars for any longer for my soul, conscience and pride are but bitter tangled strings unwinding piece by piece over a period of time for them to succumb back to their rightful stances on my aura.
Integrity, courage,...
All that has been accomplished will forever be transfixed in memory like a scar that never heals. I cannot and will not bare these scars for any longer for my soul, conscience and pride are but bitter tangled strings unwinding piece by piece over a period of time for them to succumb back to their rightful stances on my aura.
Integrity, courage,...
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Half Being
This person I see forms belonging, crustal pure blue, calm and yet fierce red with the fire that is tamed to coalesce as one. She smiles a sincere grin that fills the essence of serenity always and true. Her thoughts are a picture painted tapestry that unwinds its gentle thoroughly thought giving as she follows her soul with her heart.Words cannot be bestowed easily as they do not hold meaning of all she stands for.
If I cry, she cries, if I laugh, she laughs. If I portray the very moral of being, there will be no hostility malice or verbal persistence to change ones view. Only the...
If I cry, she cries, if I laugh, she laughs. If I portray the very moral of being, there will be no hostility malice or verbal persistence to change ones view. Only the...
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Holy of horror
I see a dark envy that grievously devours a hatred that flares the ashes into a cocoon to be reborn into; a fire heated, sparsely conspiring vendetta, corrupting my every nerve.
What I have witnessed this day is a pearl of gold transformed into the leching societies left overs that breath the clean air mother earth has bestowed on us only to be exhaled ferociously, savagely fucking killing everything in its path.
Words...ha...There are no words, to hear to speak to allow ones self satisfaction. Only dyer emotion reckless like the ocean sea as it draws an off shore storm...
What I have witnessed this day is a pearl of gold transformed into the leching societies left overs that breath the clean air mother earth has bestowed on us only to be exhaled ferociously, savagely fucking killing everything in its path.
Words...ha...There are no words, to hear to speak to allow ones self satisfaction. Only dyer emotion reckless like the ocean sea as it draws an off shore storm...
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Value for Simplicity
She sits and stares frozen in her nostalgia warmth days, crisp to the touch of a memory that presents her a smile, a sense of glamour, possessions, comfort and prosperity. idolising her frequently happy times that ravish over her performing its simplicity so elegantly. She pounders herself relax, transformed from what once was into her wine shaped glass a crystal image staring transfix in her opaque eyes, glaring, questioning her obsessions.
The shallow shadow whimpers from her feelings drowning her, swarming the echo's virtues swiftly snatching at her soul. A snap sound vibrates...
The shallow shadow whimpers from her feelings drowning her, swarming the echo's virtues swiftly snatching at her soul. A snap sound vibrates...
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Fear or Rage
I’m swollen in this red mass flared projectile forcefully fallen forgotten rotting in a bizarre twist of nonsensical acumen's, I thought but this is a lie.
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang,...
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang,...
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Sphere with in Content
I marvel presided at the yellow flee. At these thirst repugnant vipers, scornfully seeking the blood tips crafting there attributes with every remark, perplexed, comments ravishing upon the dire needs of the lesser fortunate, weak and thin. The suffocation vibrates my inner soul like the taste of bully’s innocent marking his revenge, bitter agony, a smile barbaric, confounded by a torture endured by an adolescent.
I am but an instrument, manipulated to transpire, coated like the chameleon, solidified in its surroundings. The eye see's all, luminescing in its scorched, boiled rage...
I am but an instrument, manipulated to transpire, coated like the chameleon, solidified in its surroundings. The eye see's all, luminescing in its scorched, boiled rage...
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Change
I look forwards and back in the mist of sin that outlines perpetual visions nostalgic with anger and frustration.
Deep in acrylic blue sky's ocean eyes, I see the opaque sense of stoic harsh transfered meaning, empathetic but ashamed.
Refracted feeling torn by impulse surfaced into love, hope and safety but....fate has revealed it's self.
A tear crystallized translucent through this action as so does the settled transfix stare lastly atone the souls.
Deep in acrylic blue sky's ocean eyes, I see the opaque sense of stoic harsh transfered meaning, empathetic but ashamed.
Refracted feeling torn by impulse surfaced into love, hope and safety but....fate has revealed it's self.
A tear crystallized translucent through this action as so does the settled transfix stare lastly atone the souls.
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Elixir of Truths
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