Submissions by toniscales (Lost Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am very critical of my own work but I tend to love intensely, and writing is an emotional release and catharsis I can't seem to resist.
Society of the Snow Tribute
(May contain possible film spoilers. Please forgive me for this.)
Tonight I watched Society of the Snow on Netflix with my daughter.
I'm still reeling from it. I've never wept so much after watching a film. The tears poured out of me and did not seem to cease.
It's important that I try to say what I'm about to say. At least for myself alone. Even my daughter encouraged me to write this, to try to express the deep sense of grief I feel.
I can't stop thinking about this film. I keep seeing its harrowing, indelible images in my mind.
I...
Tonight I watched Society of the Snow on Netflix with my daughter.
I'm still reeling from it. I've never wept so much after watching a film. The tears poured out of me and did not seem to cease.
It's important that I try to say what I'm about to say. At least for myself alone. Even my daughter encouraged me to write this, to try to express the deep sense of grief I feel.
I can't stop thinking about this film. I keep seeing its harrowing, indelible images in my mind.
I...
#admiration
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The Search
(for Henry Cavill)
My love.
Why did you leave me here alone?
I do not know how many years ago
we were together.
I do know I once shared your bed.
You wrapped me safely
in your strong arms
and protected me against a world
congested by cold hearts
and even colder intentions.
For centuries,
I searched for you.
But you left me
with this gut-wrenching emptiness
like a hunger never to be sated
by any food.
I scanned the faces of men
for your...
My love.
Why did you leave me here alone?
I do not know how many years ago
we were together.
I do know I once shared your bed.
You wrapped me safely
in your strong arms
and protected me against a world
congested by cold hearts
and even colder intentions.
For centuries,
I searched for you.
But you left me
with this gut-wrenching emptiness
like a hunger never to be sated
by any food.
I scanned the faces of men
for your...
#love
#loneliness
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Subtle Thoughts of Autumn
The rain falls all around me.
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye, ...
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye, ...
#love
#depression
61 reads
2 Comments
In Your Bed
I wanted to share one more link. Thanks so much.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/363346024?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.atomczak.notepat&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=toniscales2
https://www.wattpad.com/story/363346024?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.atomczak.notepat&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=toniscales2
#romantic
115 reads
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More Human Than Human
Hi. I hope everyone is doing great. I wanted to share one of my books on Wattpad. 🙂
https://www.wattpad.com/story/362166196?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.atomczak.notepat&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=toniscales2
https://www.wattpad.com/story/362166196?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.atomczak.notepat&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=toniscales2
#erotic
#FallingInLove
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For Chester
All I know is that I seem to love you.
I watch you on the TV screen,
See your beautiful face and something
Pulls in my gut, some horrible warmth
And tenderness. You make me ache
Inside. I want to be your mother,
I want to be there when you perhaps
Felt like the way I seem to feel
Every minute of every day, and you let
A rope encircle your neck.
Your voice tears its way through my
Soul. I wish you could have stepped
Into my arms. I would have held and
Kissed you softly. But you are gone.
I'm alone without you.
I love...
I watch you on the TV screen,
See your beautiful face and something
Pulls in my gut, some horrible warmth
And tenderness. You make me ache
Inside. I want to be your mother,
I want to be there when you perhaps
Felt like the way I seem to feel
Every minute of every day, and you let
A rope encircle your neck.
Your voice tears its way through my
Soul. I wish you could have stepped
Into my arms. I would have held and
Kissed you softly. But you are gone.
I'm alone without you.
I love...
#love
#hurt
75 reads
2 Comments
On Chopin's Posthumous Nocturne in c sharp minor
I was 20 and in love with the boy who looked
like Edward Scissorhands.
At goth clubs and raves we danced
like possessed banshees, all black veils and fishnet
and smudged eyeliner.
While lost girls were getting high on Ecstasy
in the bathroom and Lords of Acid
dripped from the speakers
my mind flew to my piano lessons in the daytime.
It was an honor and a privilege
to be chosen to play the Fantasie Impromptu,
my Polish teacher with her diminutive hands
telling me to curl and lift my fingers precisely
and oh, how I cried in...
like Edward Scissorhands.
At goth clubs and raves we danced
like possessed banshees, all black veils and fishnet
and smudged eyeliner.
While lost girls were getting high on Ecstasy
in the bathroom and Lords of Acid
dripped from the speakers
my mind flew to my piano lessons in the daytime.
It was an honor and a privilege
to be chosen to play the Fantasie Impromptu,
my Polish teacher with her diminutive hands
telling me to curl and lift my fingers precisely
and oh, how I cried in...
#love
#depression
#gothic
150 reads
2 Comments
Portrait of a Suicide
after reading Sally Wen Mao
Maybe it’s because
it's simply too hot now,
the way my hair sticks to my face
in lumpy clumps of grief.
Words and motivation
die upon my lips.
Even my body won't move.
I am filled with secrets
as heavy as sadness.
Every window frames
a haunting regret
and my breath fogs the glass
with ache.
I stare out at fields of memory
as sharp as razors.
Lost kisses plague my thoughts.
I am alone, yet never alone.
Even the flowers droop and wilt ...
Maybe it’s because
it's simply too hot now,
the way my hair sticks to my face
in lumpy clumps of grief.
Words and motivation
die upon my lips.
Even my body won't move.
I am filled with secrets
as heavy as sadness.
Every window frames
a haunting regret
and my breath fogs the glass
with ache.
I stare out at fields of memory
as sharp as razors.
Lost kisses plague my thoughts.
I am alone, yet never alone.
Even the flowers droop and wilt ...
#depression
#grief
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a haunting
We feed the ghosts with fettuccine and fire extinguishers. Watch as they bend backwards and crawl towards us. Through musty windows the light fails. We set fires to the etiquette books. Don't brush our teeth for days. The scent of us feral and dreamlike. All night, the dresses are burning. Or at least, getting frayed in the washing machine. Always this terrible wanting, a woman's shadow draped across the chair. A thin veil of dust covering everything they tried to make beautiful. We make tents out of sticks and sheets. Shine our flashlights through the thick curtain of dark. At midnight, the...
#dark
#gothic
216 reads
4 Comments
The Poet's Retreat
It is midnight. The world outside sleeps.
I ache to write a poem, to do something
lustrous with the day,
though the day has been a poem
in itself,
a soft, tiny sadness and grief.
In the living room, constellations of my being,
the delicate farmhouse and Victorian decor
I treasure.
The burgundy silk table runner
and crimson roses,
pillows like overstuffed letters
bearing news of an old world.
The cat sleeps tucked into the white,
crochet coverlet like a furry fist
and pictures on the...
I ache to write a poem, to do something
lustrous with the day,
though the day has been a poem
in itself,
a soft, tiny sadness and grief.
In the living room, constellations of my being,
the delicate farmhouse and Victorian decor
I treasure.
The burgundy silk table runner
and crimson roses,
pillows like overstuffed letters
bearing news of an old world.
The cat sleeps tucked into the white,
crochet coverlet like a furry fist
and pictures on the...
#depression
#loneliness
191 reads
2 Comments
With You My Love
for Kyle Gallner
after a wonderful dream
She was old and alone, and her days were filled with sadness and emptiness.
She'd never had children. Her one dream in life had been to find true love. But she hadn’t had much luck with men.
She went to the library. Books were her only source of joy now, of comfort.
She selected three books. She walked to the reception desk and prepared to check out.
It seemed there was a quiet commotion. An old man was arguing with the librarian.
"Don’t you understand?" he...
after a wonderful dream
She was old and alone, and her days were filled with sadness and emptiness.
She'd never had children. Her one dream in life had been to find true love. But she hadn’t had much luck with men.
She went to the library. Books were her only source of joy now, of comfort.
She selected three books. She walked to the reception desk and prepared to check out.
It seemed there was a quiet commotion. An old man was arguing with the librarian.
"Don’t you understand?" he...
#love
#hope
217 reads
4 Comments
"brianna" spoken word poem
(Sorry I didn't include the link in the proper format. Can't seem to get it to work.)
It’s here, you can find it if you look in all the right places. The dark under the floral bedspread. Beneath the canopy of tattered stars on the ceiling. Beneath the mattress. That sweet, softened menace, sticky as candy. There’s a story in every house. A ghost of a girl gone missing inside me. The way the trees line the street blackly, how it reminds you of boys, or choking. Tiny fissures in all the figurines. Everywhere, that dirty dirty lip of dust. Sometimes you can still hear the cries of...
It’s here, you can find it if you look in all the right places. The dark under the floral bedspread. Beneath the canopy of tattered stars on the ceiling. Beneath the mattress. That sweet, softened menace, sticky as candy. There’s a story in every house. A ghost of a girl gone missing inside me. The way the trees line the street blackly, how it reminds you of boys, or choking. Tiny fissures in all the figurines. Everywhere, that dirty dirty lip of dust. Sometimes you can still hear the cries of...
#depression
#dark
#women #gothic
#women #gothic
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