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My name is Richard Wayne Burkett. I am 25 years old. I have always had an interst in writing short stories, poems, and possibly novels
I have not had anything published that is why I'm here. I have been posting poems at the Fantastic Poems Forum(see the link below)under the name Richard. There have been alot of people that like my poetry so I wanted to pursue being published more vehemently. Below are four examples of poetry That I have posted
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- In this place of beauty,
I have never felt so free.
The fresh air is soothing,
I can finally breathe.
This place is so calming.
Free from the concrete dis-ease.
Here I realize,
How little we need,
For our kind to survive.
We must create unity.
These words sound so hollow.
Because it’s all been said before,
In word I fight, in action I follow.
Will this go on forevermore?
Maybe what I need to do.
Is make this place my home.
Never again go back to,
The destructive ways I know.
This seems so impossible.
These are the fears they have sewn.
Why is there so much weight?
Upon the common mans back.
The rich decide our fate,
It’s time to take that right back.
The reason I always return.
Is to let other people know.
Don’t let them make you burn,
For they will, if any weakness you show.
We must stand tall and yell,
Their misdeeds to all.
Then, we’ll find time will tell,
They are bound to fall.
We will make this world their hell.
Restore unity, peace, and love. - The enchantress sings my name,
Beckoning me near.
To play her evil game,
To feed upon my tears,
It’s always been the same,
A hurt so bad it sears.
Her spell is enthralling
Her song is always the same
Her audacity is appalling
She softly whispers my name
I must resist from falling
Her promises, disguised pain.
I remember the unhappiness
You cast upon my soul
Around you I felt meaningless
Buried in an emotional hole
You left my life a mess
Now half a man, not even whole
Once I gave of myself to you.
Now I must hide instead.
You act as though I don’t have a clue
I won’t let you inside my head.
Disguised intentions, you hide the truth
It won’t work this time, to me you are dead.
My fire for you has perished
I feel better alone
So many times I’ve been disgraced.
With me you can never atone.
I’ll let someone else run the race
I’ve uprooted the seeds you’ve sewn
Enchantress, sing your song.
Till some fool comes along.
At the end of the day he’ll say.
“Man I wish I walked away.”
Endlessly,
You hunt,
With a,
Razor,
Grin. - The kitchen knife speaks
Manipulating
The carnal.
Cockroaches gather a funeral mass,
Praying for
Ascension.
Your blood flows downward
Pooling below,
Reflective.
A temporary condition you’ll soon die,
Pleading
You perish.
Billions of carrion flies,
Assemble
From oblivion.
They speak in the endless hum of madness,
Penetrating
My thoughts.
The flies are viscously
Consuming
Rotten flesh.
As the acrid scent of decay and perfume
Is ominously
Collecting.
The shadow monster
Speaks in a
Shrill voice,
beckoning death to take me soon.
I flail wildly
To rid dis-ease.
The scalpel penetrates
My soft skin,
Draining life.
All my walls of defense are destroyed,
I lie exposed
And vulnerable.
The body is consumed.
Unsatisfied,
The flies see me.
They come, as a funeral procession.
I collapse
Am I insane? - Your presence
Is intoxicating.
To share a space with
A soft angel,
Is to breathe of existence itself.
Your smile is
Endless radiance,
My sun on a cloudy day.
So unassuming,
You know not of your beauty.
Helplessly we
Embrace as
Our energies mesh,
We become one.
Slaves to this desire unleashed.
Together now
Existing as one.
Our bond is strong,
I feel complete.
Your eyes they see my soul.
Forever we
Run headlong
Through this life
Side by side
Conquering our lives hardships.
I give you all
Of my life,
With not a hesitation.
I trust you.
Together we transcend mortality.
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MY NEWS:
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to pu her so i'll just put another poem.
My thoughts
Grant freedom.
The art of expression,
Communication
Most grandiose,
A passage way to the soul.
Transference
Of emotion
Through mere words.
Telekinesis,
Achieved,
My recordings transcend time.
Searching
For a way
To write passionately,
Relatable
Yet, original,
Describing the fire in us all.
We write to
Freeze thoughts,
To photograph our souls.
Expose ourselves
To all others
In hopes that someone can relate.
Images born
From nothing
Burst to vivid life
Painting
The mind
With thought’s and emotions.
My poems tell
More than I will
Of my souls true nature.
My ability to love
To be positive
I write to improve my well-being.
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MY FAVORITE LINKS:
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Cheyenne
State/Country: WY U.S.A.
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
This is only some unpublished writing.
Stan awoke, he felt his stomach rumbling. Rushing, he made his way to the bathroom. Just in time to lose the alcoholic beverages he had consumed the night before.
As he was finishing Louis yelled from his bedroom "Done yet? I gotta piss man."
As Stan exited the bathroom he saw Louis standing in the hallway "Drink A little much?" he asked.
To which Stan replied. "Wy more than a little much I gotta quit this man.
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In her eyes he could see the passion. She was not disguising her interest in him. The awkwardness between them was destroyed by their enchanted embrace.
Softly they caressed each other. Not overlooking a single spot. Their bodies began to intertwine. Flowing together as if they were one, love slowly permeates in their souls.
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