Submissions by soleil_89
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 9:58pm
10th Apr 2014 9:58pm
No Gravy.
With no soul to bare your bones,
With no lake to cast your stones,
I've found no gravy within your soul.
Dry and withered,
This is your sepulture;
that a body may lay
in the gray of it's ignorance.
I've searched the expansion of your wings.
I found no color;
no depth to soar the skies with.
You are forever grounded,
Bounded.
By your own fear.
called to kiss the dirt among the Earth,
feet eternally embedded along the ignorance of life.
Let me out of this Silicone Veil,
This world is smothering the very air that I...
With no lake to cast your stones,
I've found no gravy within your soul.
Dry and withered,
This is your sepulture;
that a body may lay
in the gray of it's ignorance.
I've searched the expansion of your wings.
I found no color;
no depth to soar the skies with.
You are forever grounded,
Bounded.
By your own fear.
called to kiss the dirt among the Earth,
feet eternally embedded along the ignorance of life.
Let me out of this Silicone Veil,
This world is smothering the very air that I...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 3:39pm
14th Mar 2014 3:39pm
Full Circle
Yes, my beloved.
I found peace there.
Where the grains of sand
Kissed the molecules of the sea;
Where the braided strands of gold
Raised to the heavens,
I had found my full circle.
Where the troubled storm
Met the peace of the sky,
painted in strokes of lavender and fire.
The Sun gathered it's light,
He kissed the Earth into a sweet dream
and rose the moon from the depths of the shadows,
baring her soul for all to see.
I had found my full circle.
We had found peace here.
Hand in hand,
We stand...
I found peace there.
Where the grains of sand
Kissed the molecules of the sea;
Where the braided strands of gold
Raised to the heavens,
I had found my full circle.
Where the troubled storm
Met the peace of the sky,
painted in strokes of lavender and fire.
The Sun gathered it's light,
He kissed the Earth into a sweet dream
and rose the moon from the depths of the shadows,
baring her soul for all to see.
I had found my full circle.
We had found peace here.
Hand in hand,
We stand...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 3:30pm
12th Mar 2014 3:30pm
The Beloved Little Brother
I am the one who waits by with peace.
Encircled within the inner spark of my being,
I wait quietly for the rage to fade.
For your eyes to open,
For your ears to hear.
For you, Little Brother,
to see what I hold dear.
I have sailed my ships across troubled waves.
I have mounted the Everest of Life's treacherous tongue.
I have danced in the fields of wisdom's bosom.
I have heard your cry little brother,
I have come to mend your tears.
For I am the peace keeper,
burdened among these pains I hold,
through the wax of...
Encircled within the inner spark of my being,
I wait quietly for the rage to fade.
For your eyes to open,
For your ears to hear.
For you, Little Brother,
to see what I hold dear.
I have sailed my ships across troubled waves.
I have mounted the Everest of Life's treacherous tongue.
I have danced in the fields of wisdom's bosom.
I have heard your cry little brother,
I have come to mend your tears.
For I am the peace keeper,
burdened among these pains I hold,
through the wax of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 00:53am
12th Mar 2014 00:53am
The Beloved's Adoration
I saw you first, in a room by the sea.
Your presence; so beautiful,
So transcendent. I breathed.
For the first time, I truly breathed.
This breath of life that you gave to me.
I stood there.
Staring.
I couldn't look away,
as you played that perfect rhythm,
I died.
Over and over again.
My decision was made.
I had to touch your face.
To memorize every curve,
every line,
that gave you purpose to sustain.
I must hold this candle to your name.
My Angel Boy; I called you.
Your beauty brought me...
Your presence; so beautiful,
So transcendent. I breathed.
For the first time, I truly breathed.
This breath of life that you gave to me.
I stood there.
Staring.
I couldn't look away,
as you played that perfect rhythm,
I died.
Over and over again.
My decision was made.
I had to touch your face.
To memorize every curve,
every line,
that gave you purpose to sustain.
I must hold this candle to your name.
My Angel Boy; I called you.
Your beauty brought me...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:13pm
26th Feb 2014 6:13pm
A Candle to Our Name.
From the beginning,
My soul,
It loved you.
I bled to comfort you,
to touch your face;
To find you in my secret place.
My masterpiece in the sky.
You are my Van Gogh
My Starry Night.
My Claude Monet,
As I walk among the lilies.
The Claire DeLune
of every melody.
Find me here my love.
Find my soul as I wait for you.
I am relentless.
The curse I am cursed with;
Shall my love ever reflect,
or continue on into this void
without a candle to it's name?
I miss you, my love.
As I thrive on your...
My soul,
It loved you.
I bled to comfort you,
to touch your face;
To find you in my secret place.
My masterpiece in the sky.
You are my Van Gogh
My Starry Night.
My Claude Monet,
As I walk among the lilies.
The Claire DeLune
of every melody.
Find me here my love.
Find my soul as I wait for you.
I am relentless.
The curse I am cursed with;
Shall my love ever reflect,
or continue on into this void
without a candle to it's name?
I miss you, my love.
As I thrive on your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 8:59pm
19th Feb 2014 8:59pm
If I had a Million Dollars.
Her eyes are hungry,
Her mouth is dry.
Stomach bulged,
Mother's too high,
to live in reality of the world diminishing around her.
While her children cry, beg, and plea.
She smokes and smokes, oblivious to the stench of rot.
These dreams are not dreams,
but nightmares that haunt my sanity.
I have no money, I have no plea.
Not with the world, not without green.
They cover their bleeding eyes, their deafened ears.
They turn away, for the sake of their "good night's rest"
While I lay awake each night. ...
Her mouth is dry.
Stomach bulged,
Mother's too high,
to live in reality of the world diminishing around her.
While her children cry, beg, and plea.
She smokes and smokes, oblivious to the stench of rot.
These dreams are not dreams,
but nightmares that haunt my sanity.
I have no money, I have no plea.
Not with the world, not without green.
They cover their bleeding eyes, their deafened ears.
They turn away, for the sake of their "good night's rest"
While I lay awake each night. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 7:33pm
19th Feb 2014 7:33pm
Forever I'll Stay
Forever I'll stay,
As I gaze upon your complex simplicity.
Your face withholds my adoration,
Those eyes that pierce the world's condemnation,
For you see me, Not as the world see's me,
But as a flower see's the sunlight;
The dawn first embracing its' petals.
Warmth and Security.
Find me here, Always.
Forever I'll stay.
To count the hairs on your golden crown,
Those fingers and toes, withholding their microscopic perfection.
I'll pluck the darkness from your nightmares;
Guarding the safety of your dreams.
I'll count every breath that...
As I gaze upon your complex simplicity.
Your face withholds my adoration,
Those eyes that pierce the world's condemnation,
For you see me, Not as the world see's me,
But as a flower see's the sunlight;
The dawn first embracing its' petals.
Warmth and Security.
Find me here, Always.
Forever I'll stay.
To count the hairs on your golden crown,
Those fingers and toes, withholding their microscopic perfection.
I'll pluck the darkness from your nightmares;
Guarding the safety of your dreams.
I'll count every breath that...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 4:53am
21st Jul 2013 4:53am
Paradox.
Trapped into a 24 hour vortex,
Repetition is my nightmare.
Day by day,
it's all the same.
The cleaning,
The cooking,
The "doe eyes",
Pretending to be absent of opinion,
as my mind races with objection.
This is not the life I wanted to live,
Shall I rot in this eternal paradox?
Repetition is my nightmare.
Day by day,
it's all the same.
The cleaning,
The cooking,
The "doe eyes",
Pretending to be absent of opinion,
as my mind races with objection.
This is not the life I wanted to live,
Shall I rot in this eternal paradox?
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 4:06am
20th Jul 2013 4:06am
Narcotics Anonymous.
Uninspired.
Vacant.
Unsatisfied.
Unavailable.
Excruciating Exhaustion.
Sesame St. Massacre.
Insomnia addict.
Poverty at it's finest.
No adoration. No intimacy.
Narcotics Anonymous.
Restoration.
Vacant.
Unsatisfied.
Unavailable.
Excruciating Exhaustion.
Sesame St. Massacre.
Insomnia addict.
Poverty at it's finest.
No adoration. No intimacy.
Narcotics Anonymous.
Restoration.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 3:31am
16th Jul 2013 3:31am
Condemning Beauty.
I don't know who you are,
but your beauty brings me pain.
The excruciating tear in my sides
burns in the deepest levels that you couldn't even imagine.
It aches.
Knowing that you exist, but not being able to touch your face.
To comfort that far away look
in the strange picture I secretly adore.
I'm bleeding.
The lacerations of mutilation
only ring of your beauty's condemnation.
I'm exhausted, yet no sleep comes for me.
Pulling me down, In that secret adoration.
This insomnia will bring me to my insanity.
You...
but your beauty brings me pain.
The excruciating tear in my sides
burns in the deepest levels that you couldn't even imagine.
It aches.
Knowing that you exist, but not being able to touch your face.
To comfort that far away look
in the strange picture I secretly adore.
I'm bleeding.
The lacerations of mutilation
only ring of your beauty's condemnation.
I'm exhausted, yet no sleep comes for me.
Pulling me down, In that secret adoration.
This insomnia will bring me to my insanity.
You...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 7:13pm
14th Jul 2013 7:13pm
Frustrations.
I'm laying here.
Waiting for your words,
Your promised passion,
adoration,
and all I'm feeling is frustration.
My fingers brush your skin,
begging, craving your attention,
outlining the shape of your face,
those eyes, those lips.
but all you claim is wasted space.
You underestimate my passion,
my intellect of interest.
Your wasting my time, my words,
my life.
I have no more left to give you my love,
no more passion,
no more rhymes.
Waiting for your words,
Your promised passion,
adoration,
and all I'm feeling is frustration.
My fingers brush your skin,
begging, craving your attention,
outlining the shape of your face,
those eyes, those lips.
but all you claim is wasted space.
You underestimate my passion,
my intellect of interest.
Your wasting my time, my words,
my life.
I have no more left to give you my love,
no more passion,
no more rhymes.
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