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Warrior Relinquished Inside The Entire Road to success - WRITER
20/M/PRETORIA
A young man blessed by all heaven skies to heal the world through literature
Poems
Daytra Mar 2018
Sensational
Daytra
Mar 2018
Sensational with every
Stroke
Over and over
Inch after inch
Sensational with every
******
Movements unheard of
Sensational with every
Grip
Grabbing and pulling
On my
Yoniverse
Drifting
Floating
Gliding
I am
Sensational with every
Emotion created
This session
Leaves me
In disbelief
From here to there
Sensational with every
Stroke
Over and over
Inch after inch
Sensational with every
******
Movements unheard of
Sensational with every
Grip
Grabbing and pulling
On my
Yoniverse
Drifting
Floating
Gliding
I am
Sensational with every
Emotion created
This session
Leaves me
In disbelief
From here to there
Sensational with every
ryn
Jan 2015
.
Curious minds,
splashing under
moonlight
With
outstretched kisses
pulsating yellow,
Over the awestruck
magical
rainbow,
Feverishly tracking each
supernova
on sight.
Resting the moment
on a
cresting knoll,
With
an audience of several
time-worn
rocks.
Whilst the
whistling sirens
in the winds do call...
Wasting away
the ticks of
worldly
clocks.
Evading with class,
all
heart's turbulence,
Craters of sadness
congeal
in thin air,
Glamorous amnesia
falls
with cadence,
Eyes wide shut,
susurrating
a
lost prayer.
Lifeless gazes
yield
only
abrasive tears.
As erratum
catches up
with its
gaping maw.
Hurling
its anguish
in
rips and shears,
Bleeding out
of
singing wounds
so raw.
But...
time carries confident,
its stock of
soothing balm.
Latent doses
hidden
within
invisible vials.
Welcoming vision
with its
sunlit palms,
Staving the longing
for the
fear of trials.
Now hushed
remain the remorseful
battle trenches,
Deprived of their own
victims
save gaping wounds,
Only
faint faith
commanding
corroded limp
forces,
Stirring
light away
from
all
agony
and
doom.
Moonskittles
*ryn
Curious minds,
splashing under
moonlight
With
outstretched kisses
pulsating yellow,
Over the awestruck
magical
rainbow,
Feverishly tracking each
supernova
on sight.
Resting the moment
on a
cresting knoll,
With
an audience of several
time-worn
rocks.
Whilst the
whistling sirens
in the winds do call...
Wasting away
the ticks of
worldly
clocks.
Evading with class,
all
heart's turbulence,
Craters of sadness
congeal
in thin air,
Glamorous amnesia
falls
with cadence,
Eyes wide shut,
susurrating
a
lost prayer.
Lifeless gazes
yield
only
abrasive tears.
As erratum
catches up
with its
gaping maw.
Hurling
its anguish
in
rips and shears,
Bleeding out
of
singing wounds
so raw.
But...
time carries confident,
its stock of
soothing balm.
Latent doses
hidden
within
invisible vials.
Welcoming vision
with its
sunlit palms,
Staving the longing
for the
fear of trials.
Now hushed
remain the remorseful
battle trenches,
Deprived of their own
victims
save gaping wounds,
Only
faint faith
commanding
corroded limp
forces,
Stirring
light away
from
all
agony
and
doom.
Moonskittles
*ryn
.
This has been an amazing experience!!! Big thanks to Moonskittles for the opportunity to share a page with her captivating style of poetry!!!
.
This has been an amazing experience!!! Big thanks to Moonskittles for the opportunity to share a page with her captivating style of poetry!!!
.
Trevor Gates
Jan 2013
It’s good to see you again.
We’ve been expecting you
Please
Sit.
Now…
Lights!
Orchestra!
Curtains!
Bringing forth nighttime lore, the charming chamberlain of Libertine plays
Summoning forth demonic myths, the illustrious weaver of unspoken entities
Dancing on memories, the enchanting fairy of skeletal trees
Sizzling behind magenta curtains, the voluptuous seductress of throbbing blood
Laughing at the potluck, the swollen headmaster of flab
Killing in the alleys, the inscrutable Ripper of Jack
Fornicating in the wild in the dragon’s keep, the ***** of Babylon
Swell the strings!
Blast the horns!
The cast is assembled
The symphony of sensational voyeurism
Yes, you in delight
Don’t deny your
Sacred rite
That’s right
Join my dear
Don’t be shy
Ascend the stairs
And come on stage
Good
Take my hand and venture now through the broken mirror of Assyria
The dunes of sands
Mounded and layered beneath the crisp blue sky
Not a single cloud
Not a single soul
Except for us
My dear
Feel the sand
It’s cool to the touch
The wind encircles your lush hair
The air feels and smells like the breeze of the sea
Where Athenian, white houses line the shores of this desert-sea world
Look up into the blue sky
Witness the open dome in the center
Above our head
Past the blues sky dome is the space between spaces.
Orange silk stars and red trimmed planets
Violet smeared nebulae and green morphing galaxy clusters
Float up to the top of the open space dome in the center of the sky
Reach out and extend your hand
As you touch, the area between this world and the next, ripples spread out from the imagery of the universe.
You touch water in the form of visual, ethereal paradise
The ripples of time expand like the vibrations of sound across the sky
Painting a new canvas of dripping oils and melting clocks
Close your eyes.
Your body hovers in the air
Far from the ground
And far from the person everybody knows
No matter how much a person perceives to know about another, there will be a part us that no one will ever comprehend.
Because to completely absorb the entirety of another life
memories
personality
thought process
dreams
Soul
Is incomprehensible
Inconceivable
Futile
A new world attrition
Through masturbatory perdition
A raging, unquenchable and suffering desire that plagues
The bold
The young
The old
The naive
The smart
The swift
The innocent
The ******
The addicts
The self-proclaimed purists
The self-proclaimed “good people”
“innocent people”
“trusted people”
We are all what we live for: a lie
A lie that consumes the norm
With invisible abnormalities
We are the blind
The deaf
The mute
The chained
The ignored
The punished
The poor
The dumb
The frightened
The dead
The end
Thank you for being here once again. None of this couldn’t be possible without: Clive Barker, Iron Maiden, headphones, batman, duplexes, Salvador Dali, The hour of the Wolf, folding chairs, wool blankets, Silicone *******, chocolate icing, Bruce Campbell, 28 Days Later, true love, true grit, The seventh seal, black widow spiders, Vishnu and anyone else I forgot to mention.
Please come again.
We’ve been expecting you
Please
Sit.
Now…
Lights!
Orchestra!
Curtains!
Bringing forth nighttime lore, the charming chamberlain of Libertine plays
Summoning forth demonic myths, the illustrious weaver of unspoken entities
Dancing on memories, the enchanting fairy of skeletal trees
Sizzling behind magenta curtains, the voluptuous seductress of throbbing blood
Laughing at the potluck, the swollen headmaster of flab
Killing in the alleys, the inscrutable Ripper of Jack
Fornicating in the wild in the dragon’s keep, the ***** of Babylon
Swell the strings!
Blast the horns!
The cast is assembled
The symphony of sensational voyeurism
Yes, you in delight
Don’t deny your
Sacred rite
That’s right
Join my dear
Don’t be shy
Ascend the stairs
And come on stage
Good
Take my hand and venture now through the broken mirror of Assyria
The dunes of sands
Mounded and layered beneath the crisp blue sky
Not a single cloud
Not a single soul
Except for us
My dear
Feel the sand
It’s cool to the touch
The wind encircles your lush hair
The air feels and smells like the breeze of the sea
Where Athenian, white houses line the shores of this desert-sea world
Look up into the blue sky
Witness the open dome in the center
Above our head
Past the blues sky dome is the space between spaces.
Orange silk stars and red trimmed planets
Violet smeared nebulae and green morphing galaxy clusters
Float up to the top of the open space dome in the center of the sky
Reach out and extend your hand
As you touch, the area between this world and the next, ripples spread out from the imagery of the universe.
You touch water in the form of visual, ethereal paradise
The ripples of time expand like the vibrations of sound across the sky
Painting a new canvas of dripping oils and melting clocks
Close your eyes.
Your body hovers in the air
Far from the ground
And far from the person everybody knows
No matter how much a person perceives to know about another, there will be a part us that no one will ever comprehend.
Because to completely absorb the entirety of another life
memories
personality
thought process
dreams
Soul
Is incomprehensible
Inconceivable
Futile
A new world attrition
Through masturbatory perdition
A raging, unquenchable and suffering desire that plagues
The bold
The young
The old
The naive
The smart
The swift
The innocent
The ******
The addicts
The self-proclaimed purists
The self-proclaimed “good people”
“innocent people”
“trusted people”
We are all what we live for: a lie
A lie that consumes the norm
With invisible abnormalities
We are the blind
The deaf
The mute
The chained
The ignored
The punished
The poor
The dumb
The frightened
The dead
The end
Thank you for being here once again. None of this couldn’t be possible without: Clive Barker, Iron Maiden, headphones, batman, duplexes, Salvador Dali, The hour of the Wolf, folding chairs, wool blankets, Silicone *******, chocolate icing, Bruce Campbell, 28 Days Later, true love, true grit, The seventh seal, black widow spiders, Vishnu and anyone else I forgot to mention.
Please come again.
Yes, yes I know you are probably asking, "How many of these entries are there?" . I couldn't say really, but hey stick around and found out. Let's see what my mind has to offer. Probably not much, but is it quality or quantity that should out weigh each other? Boing! Hey look, Pizza.
No need to fret, protesters outside my window, this is now a declaration of war to your lives (or is it?), just a free verse/form writing exercise. Till we meet again my Peeps, minions and droogs.
No need to fret, protesters outside my window, this is now a declaration of war to your lives (or is it?), just a free verse/form writing exercise. Till we meet again my Peeps, minions and droogs.