Submissions by kraunar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just trying to make sense out of it all, the same as every other living entity, writing for me at times is but a medium to that end. I come up with really weird ideas at times..just so u know.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:07pm
25th Mar 2014 5:07pm
The Oracle
I am the oracle, I ruminate the many pasts that have been, could have been , foresee the futures that could be, would be. I observe cause, follow effect.
I, who see it all, see all things perceive what they can, consider all they can't. I swim in the fragrance of time.
I see perception become thought, thought become will & will turn into action. Action become cause and cause become effect, an endless cycle that continues for all eternity in this existence, at least.
Though my material form is but for a few blinks of existence in terms of the age of the cosmos,...
I, who see it all, see all things perceive what they can, consider all they can't. I swim in the fragrance of time.
I see perception become thought, thought become will & will turn into action. Action become cause and cause become effect, an endless cycle that continues for all eternity in this existence, at least.
Though my material form is but for a few blinks of existence in terms of the age of the cosmos,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:01pm
25th Mar 2014 5:01pm
Omnipresence / My words from beyond
I am in the Sunlight bright,
warm assurance from a modest Star,
But while I was here
I forgot that stardust..
was what I was, it is what we all are.
I am now, the mighty Ocean,
heaving endlessly,
encompassing a restless yet quiet calm in my depths,
A haven to a multitude of life
unbeknownst to me and my presence,
never knowing what they have
till they lose it.
It's funny how similar
that is to the way
I once was,
when I was,
"A turbulent torrent beneath a seemingly perfect calm"
Rushing through life &...
warm assurance from a modest Star,
But while I was here
I forgot that stardust..
was what I was, it is what we all are.
I am now, the mighty Ocean,
heaving endlessly,
encompassing a restless yet quiet calm in my depths,
A haven to a multitude of life
unbeknownst to me and my presence,
never knowing what they have
till they lose it.
It's funny how similar
that is to the way
I once was,
when I was,
"A turbulent torrent beneath a seemingly perfect calm"
Rushing through life &...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 11:13pm
20th Mar 2014 11:13pm
The "Presence-less Type" / Styrofoam wrap
I am the overrated average,
not as average as the,
suicidal friend of mine
living off off pills, fighting
demons within, daring to hope,
for a paradise that I know
doesn't exist.
I am like this poem, perhaps?
carefully callous, ten times unedited,
and most definitely-definitely crude.
Ummm....I am...?
Just another common attention whore,
it's OK I think. I know.
Although these days for "no reason"
and "just because.",
I seem to want it even more.
I am common and abundant,
like the polluted air...
not as average as the,
suicidal friend of mine
living off off pills, fighting
demons within, daring to hope,
for a paradise that I know
doesn't exist.
I am like this poem, perhaps?
carefully callous, ten times unedited,
and most definitely-definitely crude.
Ummm....I am...?
Just another common attention whore,
it's OK I think. I know.
Although these days for "no reason"
and "just because.",
I seem to want it even more.
I am common and abundant,
like the polluted air...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2014 12:33pm
19th Mar 2014 12:33pm
The science of pain, the sentience of anger and the feeling of loss.
Pain comes in two phases...
The first phase is mediated by the fast-conducting Aδ fibers and the second part due to (Polymodal) C fibers. The pain associated with the Aδ fibers can be associated to an initial extremely sharp pain. The second phase is a more prolonged and slightly less intense feeling of pain as a result of the damage. If there is massive or prolonged input to a C fiber, there is a progressive build up in the spinal cord dorsal horn; this phenomenon is similar to tetanus in muscles but is called wind-up. If wind-up occurs there is a probability of increased...
The first phase is mediated by the fast-conducting Aδ fibers and the second part due to (Polymodal) C fibers. The pain associated with the Aδ fibers can be associated to an initial extremely sharp pain. The second phase is a more prolonged and slightly less intense feeling of pain as a result of the damage. If there is massive or prolonged input to a C fiber, there is a progressive build up in the spinal cord dorsal horn; this phenomenon is similar to tetanus in muscles but is called wind-up. If wind-up occurs there is a probability of increased...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 7:15am
19th Mar 2014 7:15am
One question too many
Life passes by day by day,
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak...
With so much to do and much to say,
But what can I say that's not been said?
what can I do not yet done?
So,
Why do I put up with clichéd charade?
Make anew mistakes already made?
Being yourself changes who you are,
being someone else makes you realise how similar they are.
In time, everything changes, yet remains the same,
every time I get the rules, Life changes the game.
The ways of the world confound me therefore I keep mum.
In a world full of experienced wise fools, I play dumb.
For if I were to speak...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 4:59am
13th Mar 2014 4:59am
You and I / Carrier of my will
I love you. I have your soul.
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a...
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a...
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