Submissions by Sterling7147
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
:) just dabbling a little!
Bleed Love (repost of an old poem)
Dark days... of grays
Do we ever win?
Even in victory failure looms at the door……
Black skys...teary eyes
Do we ever heal?
Even moments of great passion end in despair
Hold joy close, but elusively it disappears
always...
Can we ever meet happiness?
A stranger invited to our home to stay the evening,
Will we ever visit the house of contentment?
Is it my own lust and greed that drags me low,
or is it the evil of others bringing me to slow
...And grow old...
Alone
Success is measured by a moment... Or moments....
Do we ever win?
Even in victory failure looms at the door……
Black skys...teary eyes
Do we ever heal?
Even moments of great passion end in despair
Hold joy close, but elusively it disappears
always...
Can we ever meet happiness?
A stranger invited to our home to stay the evening,
Will we ever visit the house of contentment?
Is it my own lust and greed that drags me low,
or is it the evil of others bringing me to slow
...And grow old...
Alone
Success is measured by a moment... Or moments....
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70% Chance to Heaven
*Perspective of a fallen angel**
Ughhhhh,
I hate this world,
its rotten to the core.
And such a bore.
No fun, everyone sinning.
Hell, the devil is winning,
I don't have a clue why I am here.
It's clear to me I could bust my ass
24/7 and still not make a dent
on the unrepentant bastards.
Plus my ass hurts, still haven't managed
the fallen angel 'landing' all my friends have.
I am behind the eight ball once again.
Anyways here's the plan.
I've got what, a year?
There is...
Ughhhhh,
I hate this world,
its rotten to the core.
And such a bore.
No fun, everyone sinning.
Hell, the devil is winning,
I don't have a clue why I am here.
It's clear to me I could bust my ass
24/7 and still not make a dent
on the unrepentant bastards.
Plus my ass hurts, still haven't managed
the fallen angel 'landing' all my friends have.
I am behind the eight ball once again.
Anyways here's the plan.
I've got what, a year?
There is...
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Dance Or Die
*Entered in Society Competition**
Broken,
like my favorite toy.
Disassembled by the ignorant,
perpetuated by the blind.
How can anyone find a purpose,
a use in life anymore?
I really quite love it,
I can sit back and enjoy the smog
that blocks the eyes of all.
Hell, it isn't anything of me,
I am as happy as can be,
watching this time bomb self destruct.
It steals me away from the monotony
and boredom that dominates me now.
How do I enjoy it?
Well since you ask I will surely divulge
the secret. I...
Broken,
like my favorite toy.
Disassembled by the ignorant,
perpetuated by the blind.
How can anyone find a purpose,
a use in life anymore?
I really quite love it,
I can sit back and enjoy the smog
that blocks the eyes of all.
Hell, it isn't anything of me,
I am as happy as can be,
watching this time bomb self destruct.
It steals me away from the monotony
and boredom that dominates me now.
How do I enjoy it?
Well since you ask I will surely divulge
the secret. I...
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Birthday Candles
I would have done damn near anything for you,
flinging myself off a cliff wouldn't have been too much.
I loved you with an intensity,
that the immensity eclipsed my soul.
And all that is left is a hole.
You were the sweetest thing in my life,
the most wonderful person
in sight of all the terrible things life had thrown our way.
We were sisters, companions in life.
Companions of the heart.
Our souls were genuinely intertwined,
alined in a way that I would never be able to replicate.
Sometimes I wish we had never met,
that God...
flinging myself off a cliff wouldn't have been too much.
I loved you with an intensity,
that the immensity eclipsed my soul.
And all that is left is a hole.
You were the sweetest thing in my life,
the most wonderful person
in sight of all the terrible things life had thrown our way.
We were sisters, companions in life.
Companions of the heart.
Our souls were genuinely intertwined,
alined in a way that I would never be able to replicate.
Sometimes I wish we had never met,
that God...
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Be there Soon
Constrained,
forcibly tamed in a web of responsibility.
Losing the ability to breathe,
to live and thrive freely.
Believe me when I say I will never run away,
but sometimes I feel caved, afraid to spread
my wings abroad and try to fly.
There is a huge possibility I will flounder,
founder and need help, it is inevitable.
In fact, it's ever probably
that I will come back, tail betwixt my legs,
needing a fix in life, where I have screwed up.
But with luck
and perseverance,
I know I could fly
so strongly and so high,...
forcibly tamed in a web of responsibility.
Losing the ability to breathe,
to live and thrive freely.
Believe me when I say I will never run away,
but sometimes I feel caved, afraid to spread
my wings abroad and try to fly.
There is a huge possibility I will flounder,
founder and need help, it is inevitable.
In fact, it's ever probably
that I will come back, tail betwixt my legs,
needing a fix in life, where I have screwed up.
But with luck
and perseverance,
I know I could fly
so strongly and so high,...
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12-10-2010
There was a girl who
shone brighter than most.
She was a host
for all the laughter and happiness in the world.
If there was an embodiment of an angel,
it was she.
She picked a friend up
in her bandwagon of heartfelt love,
and she was solid like a rock, rising above
and beyond the duty of friendship
time and time again.
She was the land that saved a drowning soul.
I was that friend she saved.
As she got older she developed a secret,
of the deepest nature.
She confided in her friend,
told her how it was...
shone brighter than most.
She was a host
for all the laughter and happiness in the world.
If there was an embodiment of an angel,
it was she.
She picked a friend up
in her bandwagon of heartfelt love,
and she was solid like a rock, rising above
and beyond the duty of friendship
time and time again.
She was the land that saved a drowning soul.
I was that friend she saved.
As she got older she developed a secret,
of the deepest nature.
She confided in her friend,
told her how it was...
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Stuck in the Middle
*Entered in the Racist competition**
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you...
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you...
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Symphony
Belt Snapping
Heart Stopping
Blood Vessels popping,
this is the symphony I live for.
The music to my body and soul
that I could dance with forever.
Orchestrated with the tender hands
of an ingenuous mind,
finding all kinds
of ways to inflict pain and pleasure
in a beautiful harmony.
Hair pulling
Tears falling
Heart throbbing,
this is the poison I have picked.
The deep lust that has tricked
my body into yearning for such
wild fantasies, such strange wants.
The way my my body hunts for...
Heart Stopping
Blood Vessels popping,
this is the symphony I live for.
The music to my body and soul
that I could dance with forever.
Orchestrated with the tender hands
of an ingenuous mind,
finding all kinds
of ways to inflict pain and pleasure
in a beautiful harmony.
Hair pulling
Tears falling
Heart throbbing,
this is the poison I have picked.
The deep lust that has tricked
my body into yearning for such
wild fantasies, such strange wants.
The way my my body hunts for...
163 reads
8 Comments
Let Go
I can't trust you,
I can’t seem to trust anyone.
They all have a gun holstered at the small of their backs,
ready for a quick draw attack.
But they don't walk the three steps like I do,
they cheat the game and go ahead and shoot,
me unaware and they don't care.
Unfair
is the name of their game,
bringers of pain.
Does no one out there still exist
that believes that when you say something,
anything,
mean it.
Believe it, breathe only the truth,
what's the use of language if it is used for deceit?
My cynical view on...
I can’t seem to trust anyone.
They all have a gun holstered at the small of their backs,
ready for a quick draw attack.
But they don't walk the three steps like I do,
they cheat the game and go ahead and shoot,
me unaware and they don't care.
Unfair
is the name of their game,
bringers of pain.
Does no one out there still exist
that believes that when you say something,
anything,
mean it.
Believe it, breathe only the truth,
what's the use of language if it is used for deceit?
My cynical view on...
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Sinning Again
248 reads
12 Comments
What am I
I am what gives you beauty,
I am what gives you light to your day,
and dark to your night.
I am what without you would never know the sun's rise
or the night skies
twinkling alight with the stars from afar.
I am a window to your soul,
your whole being laid bare through me.
I am what gives you away in moments of sadness,
gladness, fear, anger.
I am dangerous, seductive,
I can reveal all your sensuous thoughts,
all the passion you are wrought with
spills forth from me.
You can shut me, you can close ...
I am what gives you light to your day,
and dark to your night.
I am what without you would never know the sun's rise
or the night skies
twinkling alight with the stars from afar.
I am a window to your soul,
your whole being laid bare through me.
I am what gives you away in moments of sadness,
gladness, fear, anger.
I am dangerous, seductive,
I can reveal all your sensuous thoughts,
all the passion you are wrought with
spills forth from me.
You can shut me, you can close ...
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Disconnected Thoughts of a Tired Morning Mind
*morning ramble**
Sometimes I feel a little desperate,
a little pathetic in nature
when I follow the ebb and flow of my nightly thoughts.
It costs me sleep, this loneliness,
this emptiness that at some points I want to fill,
and others I revel in.
Sometimes I will run my fingers down the body
of my violin,
get lost in the
treble notes.
It is peaceful to me, pleasing,
unceasingly so.
But once I lay down my bow, and the song ends,
back to anxious mind racing again.
I think I feel stagnant, caged,
enraged...
Sometimes I feel a little desperate,
a little pathetic in nature
when I follow the ebb and flow of my nightly thoughts.
It costs me sleep, this loneliness,
this emptiness that at some points I want to fill,
and others I revel in.
Sometimes I will run my fingers down the body
of my violin,
get lost in the
treble notes.
It is peaceful to me, pleasing,
unceasingly so.
But once I lay down my bow, and the song ends,
back to anxious mind racing again.
I think I feel stagnant, caged,
enraged...
70 reads
6 Comments
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