Prose poems by myself

End

Articles of doom, and arbiters of death, harbingers of wrath, and messengers of the apocolypse. The end of us, the end of where we were, the end of places to be, and the end of going to such places. End of me, end of you, end of us, end of all. End of earth, and end of earth's souls, the end of dreams, passions, and ambitions. The end of this and the end of that, the end of what I have, the end of what I would've had. Death of me, death of you, death of us, and death them. End, my friend, 'tis the end of what you see, and the end of that which is concealed.

😱 Nice!

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
End

Articles of doom, and arbiters of death, harbingers of wrath, and messengers of the apocolypse. The end of us, the end of where we were, the end of places to be, and the end of going to such places. End of me, end of you, end of us, end of all. End of earth, and end of earth's souls, the end of dreams, passions, and ambitions. The end of this and the end of that, the end of what I have, the end of what I would've had. Death of me, death of you, death of us, and death them. End, my friend, 'tis the end of what you see, and the end of that which is concealed.

Wow, inspiring. 😉
Very striking, theme of death of everything. 👆

Soldiers Grave (after visiting a military cemetary)

I sit among the graves, of once lived soldiers, who now lay dead among their own, among their fellow man, and their fellow woman. I sit aming those who risked, and those who risked against their own human wills, of those who gave and where given nothing. I sit among those, who have insured my current existance, and have insured my words and verse to be heard.

i'll give you this much, your talents far exceed your ability to make nice

Originally posted by Naib
i'll give you this much, your talents far exceed your ability to make nice

You mean 'be nice' or 'make rice'?

Originally posted by Naib
i'll give you this much, your talents far exceed your ability to make nice

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
You mean 'be nice' or 'make rice'?

Originally posted by Naib
if you can do both, i'll gladly bring teriyaki chicken

Walking
Through diamond skylines
And shining Blvd.s
And shimmering plains of gold

Wandering
In untouched shrines
And sacred temples
of unknown creeds

I see
I learn
I know
things that are unknown

Bleeding
From wounds
Wrought from my bane
And seen by those
Who don't care
And don't know
And don't bother
With life

Falling
From heights concealed
From mountains unreal
Into depths
You know not of

great work man. yeah, meant the publishing... sorry... hahhah.... well, how is it going?

DW:

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
I sent three poems to them on july fifth hoping to get published in the augest issue, I still haven't gotten a response from them. If they're not going to publish me then they should atleast respond. 😬

Ooooo that last one is good 🙂

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
Walking
Through diamond skylines
And shining Blvd.s
And shimmering plains of gold

Wandering
In untouched shrines
And sacred temples
of unknown creeds

I see
I learn
I know
things that are unknown

Bleeding
From wounds
Wrought from my bane
And seen by those
Who don't care
And don't know
And don't bother
With life

Falling
From heights concealed
From mountains unreal
Into depths
You know not of

What is life?
And what is death?
What does it mean?
And why is it here?

What are we doing?
And why is it so?
Do we have meaning?
Or are we just dust?
In this universe,
Of creation,
And life,
and, inevitably, death.

Why?
I ask.
Why is it so?
And why is that?
Why am I writing?
And why are you reading?
Why am I living?
And should it be so?

Why is this here?
And why is that there?

Where are we now?
And where should we be?

What is true?
And what is false?

Should I do it?
Or should I abstain?

Should I feel happy?
Or should I feel shame?

Am I?
Are you?

Should we?
Should we not?

I don't know.
Give me answers.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me please.
Tell it to me.
Share it with me.
Share you secrets.
And make them not unknown.
Tell the world.
And make the secrets known.

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
What is life?
And what is death?
What does it mean?
And why is it here?

What are we doing?
And why is it so?
Do we have meaning?
Or are we just dust?
In this universe,
Of creation,
And life,
and, inevitably, death.

Why?
I ask.
Why is it so?
And why is that?
Why am I writing?
And why are you reading?
Why am I living?
And should it be so?

Why is this here?
And why is that there?

Where are we now?
And where should we be?

What is true?
And what is false?

Should I do it?
Or should I abstain?

Should I feel happy?
Or should I feel shame?

Am I?
Are you?

Should we?
Should we not?

I don't know.
Give me answers.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me please.
Tell it to me.
Share it with me.
Share you secrets.
And make them not unknown.
Tell the world.
And make the secrets known.

😱 they're so good 😄

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
What is life?
And what is death?
What does it mean?
And why is it here?

What are we doing?
And why is it so?
Do we have meaning?
Or are we just dust?
In this universe,
Of creation,
And life,
and, inevitably, death.

Why?
I ask.
Why is it so?
And why is that?
Why am I writing?
And why are you reading?
Why am I living?
And should it be so?

Why is this here?
And why is that there?

Where are we now?
And where should we be?

What is true?
And what is false?

Should I do it?
Or should I abstain?

Should I feel happy?
Or should I feel shame?

Am I?
Are you?

Should we?
Should we not?

I don't know.
Give me answers.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me please.
Tell it to me.
Share it with me.
Share you secrets.
And make them not unknown.
Tell the world.
And make the secrets known.

Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
Untitled

As the Wind blew over the dew covered morning blades of grass, I saw nothing but an endless void, stretching out beyond the world I knew, and all that I had ever cared about seemed so little and few compared to the real world, the true life, that no one, not even I, could understand. The purposes and causes that I had fought so vigorously, even my reason and want to live, left me in a second, but that second seemed like an eternity, and all the seconds that followed seemed as such, until I felt as though I had been in the infernal plain forever. When the screeching sound began flowing over all, and my hands had been bound, I thought this was all there was and all there ever would be, until I finally realized that this was not life, and that this would not live, and that the time to live was over, and that coming nigh was not the time to be, but the time to not be, and that this moment would be the last in a long succession of finalities and endings, and that this ending was the true and most meaningful end, for this was the end that had been awaited by all , and that now we would stop and never be again.

keep to this style, it is very good

Originally posted by Ladyluck
😱 they're so good 😄

Originally posted by Fëanor
a perplexing conundrum that answers an unanswerable question that questions.