Submissions by Simplepasserby (TheAceOfSpades)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Life
Breezes surrounding, blustering leaves.
The sweet dew as a sort of life juice to the thirsting insect.
The sparrow has breakfast, an early bird indeed.
The mate flutters by, he passes his seed.
The feline sets below, a life cycle before my eyes.
The man and the wretch, never supposed a happy life.
Ah, yes more than meets the eye, ripped and tattered.
A shiny golden lust, the twinkle in the water.
I step upon a ledge, my life held in my hands.
Should I leap? The long lasting rush says no.
But yes says the giggling crowd below.
The mean bush...
The sweet dew as a sort of life juice to the thirsting insect.
The sparrow has breakfast, an early bird indeed.
The mate flutters by, he passes his seed.
The feline sets below, a life cycle before my eyes.
The man and the wretch, never supposed a happy life.
Ah, yes more than meets the eye, ripped and tattered.
A shiny golden lust, the twinkle in the water.
I step upon a ledge, my life held in my hands.
Should I leap? The long lasting rush says no.
But yes says the giggling crowd below.
The mean bush...
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Song of sadness
These creatures lure mine eye's in, beg me to recognize the soulless red they glow. Razor sharp fangs with a dreadful venom, haunting these nightmare thou hast given me.
You bite me, pain through all of my veins. Rebuke monster, is the agony you strike me not enough? A thrill is it?
No matter words never perforate the depths of you, for you are unable to hear. But alas the voice you have given my head, a true craze-driven madness. Thank you monster, thank you!
A colorless red drip, drip, drips from me. My! O my, a new coat of pain upon the floor. It reads nicely in a...
You bite me, pain through all of my veins. Rebuke monster, is the agony you strike me not enough? A thrill is it?
No matter words never perforate the depths of you, for you are unable to hear. But alas the voice you have given my head, a true craze-driven madness. Thank you monster, thank you!
A colorless red drip, drip, drips from me. My! O my, a new coat of pain upon the floor. It reads nicely in a...
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Off with her head
Sentenced to death to release life's breath, confess sweet one confess. It was your hand stricken the dead. A cry to the damned I beg, O how beg. Sweet one the end is near, the end is near. Rebuke wicked actions for the tide rises and smothers us all. Or do you believe not my words?. Jaded mislead by the self proclaimed suicide or the inner mind that made you, and the outer death that broke you. Pieces lover, pieces.
A soulless cry from the inside, lies they feed us, from the rod they beat us. Blood on my hand, and a puked grin, it speaks to you, of this I am sure. But the words...
A soulless cry from the inside, lies they feed us, from the rod they beat us. Blood on my hand, and a puked grin, it speaks to you, of this I am sure. But the words...
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Endless black
The emptiness in the abyss, behind blinded eyes.
A blackness deep into the unimaginable.
Behold a flurry of stars, giving subtle light to the endless darkness. A boundary to the endlessness, far from view with my feeble eye.
Unclothed as the new born, gasping opening breathes.
Unburdened by the burdens of this, back-stabbing life.
Again I be, could I be?
Freedom beyond the images etched in the imagination.
A warmth wrapping my stone-like heart, beating as I gasp once more, empty of tears, words, talents, thoughts, imagination.
I simply think bleed, my...
A blackness deep into the unimaginable.
Behold a flurry of stars, giving subtle light to the endless darkness. A boundary to the endlessness, far from view with my feeble eye.
Unclothed as the new born, gasping opening breathes.
Unburdened by the burdens of this, back-stabbing life.
Again I be, could I be?
Freedom beyond the images etched in the imagination.
A warmth wrapping my stone-like heart, beating as I gasp once more, empty of tears, words, talents, thoughts, imagination.
I simply think bleed, my...
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The foutains rejoice
Darkness, oh darkness.
Surrounding the light, subtly sneaking through these broken windows.
My heart aches as I lie 'Neath the willow tree, covering my bosom with her graceful beauty.
Alone, alone as cry's ring afar, alas no one sings in return.
The fountains rejoice, as thy black birds quiver.
Paradise sets at fingertips edge, giving hope to the empty eye.
Approach my sands and leave gifts, filling these black dead voids.
Whisper sweet words as the whippoorwill in the night.
Delightful deceit how you adore me, delivering emptiness to my door....
Surrounding the light, subtly sneaking through these broken windows.
My heart aches as I lie 'Neath the willow tree, covering my bosom with her graceful beauty.
Alone, alone as cry's ring afar, alas no one sings in return.
The fountains rejoice, as thy black birds quiver.
Paradise sets at fingertips edge, giving hope to the empty eye.
Approach my sands and leave gifts, filling these black dead voids.
Whisper sweet words as the whippoorwill in the night.
Delightful deceit how you adore me, delivering emptiness to my door....
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