Submissions by AdeleRae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Jul 2016 3:58pm
23rd Jul 2016 3:58pm
Observations
There are places on this earth. Little towns, quiet places where everyone is obligated by some unspoken social contract to wave when passing. It wasn't until I started driving across the country that I started to notice it. Tiny places nestled in whispering trees. Places where the branches reach over the road, creating endless tunnels and sky bridges. When the telephone wires stretch the roads like crucifixes, you can see the tree branches dipping to avoid the line.
I've always avoided lines, such as grocery store lines, lines that stretch on forever like these old highways. How am...
I've always avoided lines, such as grocery store lines, lines that stretch on forever like these old highways. How am...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Nov 2013 00:52am
27th Nov 2013 00:52am
Journal Entry
We can speculate that each individual carries a soul. The theme is repeated in various religions, old and new. I feel as though my own individual experiences have embraced this way of thinking. A stranger out of touch with the place where we began. A bright momentum that illuminates through a barricaded mind, because it is likely we would break. We are fragile, fabricated myths.
I am exploring a warm and familiar taste of nostalgia that sickens the organs. Can we say for certain that the sensitivity of touching can shatter the nerves embedded in our skins?
It can be effortless to...
I am exploring a warm and familiar taste of nostalgia that sickens the organs. Can we say for certain that the sensitivity of touching can shatter the nerves embedded in our skins?
It can be effortless to...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 9:47pm
23rd Jun 2013 9:47pm
Water and Sand
I'd like to say I'm like water
Though that would be a lie
Mostly I have to admit
I am simply a passerby
I am the sand under the water
Beaten until it breaks
Soft and easy to manipulate
So very important
For sand is not naive
It sways relaxed
Water crashing above
It moves both stubborn and willing
Pain only softens the blows
Creates a smoothness
For other's to walk upon
And this is my role
I am sand
There to help others
To take what water gives
Create experience through experience
Though that would be a lie
Mostly I have to admit
I am simply a passerby
I am the sand under the water
Beaten until it breaks
Soft and easy to manipulate
So very important
For sand is not naive
It sways relaxed
Water crashing above
It moves both stubborn and willing
Pain only softens the blows
Creates a smoothness
For other's to walk upon
And this is my role
I am sand
There to help others
To take what water gives
Create experience through experience
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2012 6:40am
8th Oct 2012 6:40am
Etchings
You remind me of a candle
The way the smoke slips from your lips
The way your flame flickers from side to side
The wick slowly burning
Turning black and ugly
As the wax slowly melts
I see the inside of you
The pool of unshaped lines
Nothing is defined in you
Little notches etched in smooth white
Children with their pocket knives
That's all your pain is equivalent to
Carvings of initials that melt with time
The way the smoke slips from your lips
The way your flame flickers from side to side
The wick slowly burning
Turning black and ugly
As the wax slowly melts
I see the inside of you
The pool of unshaped lines
Nothing is defined in you
Little notches etched in smooth white
Children with their pocket knives
That's all your pain is equivalent to
Carvings of initials that melt with time
1058 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 10:19pm
5th Sep 2012 10:19pm
Words
I used to meld words together so fluently.
Adjectives and colorful images filled imaginary paper.
Now things just seem to slip away under my feet.
Adjectives and colorful images filled imaginary paper.
Now things just seem to slip away under my feet.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 9:55pm
30th Aug 2012 9:55pm
Reflections
Reflecting from the broken bottles
You can see my face
I am not myself, you see
I am another being
In the muddy waters of the lake
You can see my hand
For I am the ripples
The garbage that dies from poison
The city seems to dance with life
You can see the death in my shoes
I am the world you view
A world where the trash and grasses glue together
A child's collage of glitter and paper
The handprints on my feet
The clouds turn into bulls that charge
Ground vanishes in time
You can see my face
I am not myself, you see
I am another being
In the muddy waters of the lake
You can see my hand
For I am the ripples
The garbage that dies from poison
The city seems to dance with life
You can see the death in my shoes
I am the world you view
A world where the trash and grasses glue together
A child's collage of glitter and paper
The handprints on my feet
The clouds turn into bulls that charge
Ground vanishes in time
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SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2012 5:36am
8th May 2012 5:36am
Happy again
I'm finally over the darkness
That covered my eyes
Bound me and gagged my thoughts
Hid my truth in a chest
Stuffed under my bed
I've crawled out
Lifted into the air
I feel light all around me
It hurt my eyes
But I can adjust
With all of these hands
Lifting me higher and higher
It's so easy to forget the pain
It's so easy
To finally be happy again
That covered my eyes
Bound me and gagged my thoughts
Hid my truth in a chest
Stuffed under my bed
I've crawled out
Lifted into the air
I feel light all around me
It hurt my eyes
But I can adjust
With all of these hands
Lifting me higher and higher
It's so easy to forget the pain
It's so easy
To finally be happy again
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 5:27pm
28th Mar 2012 5:27pm
Rush
The cargo trains are always so loud
In my small Iowa town
Rusted and tagged, just like those spikes
Things found walking along the tracks
Hand in hand
Balancing on metal
It was hot
The Summer humidity
So comfortable with that
Your own body an image
You always wore those shorts
That green bra too, when it was night
I wore sweat pants
An 'I Love Lucy' T-shirt
It was so big on me and held holes from wear
I wore it every night
It was my cousins
When the train came in, remember your face?
Let's play a game...
In my small Iowa town
Rusted and tagged, just like those spikes
Things found walking along the tracks
Hand in hand
Balancing on metal
It was hot
The Summer humidity
So comfortable with that
Your own body an image
You always wore those shorts
That green bra too, when it was night
I wore sweat pants
An 'I Love Lucy' T-shirt
It was so big on me and held holes from wear
I wore it every night
It was my cousins
When the train came in, remember your face?
Let's play a game...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 3:55am
27th Jan 2012 3:55am
my job
incense make dust
label my fingertips
the music south and drums
dancing in the fire
plastic covers the
lp cd
floating in the air
ep
solid forms and together
together brought a form
art that holds the soul
possession and liquid
starving
thirst
bring me to see
those other things that
those people see
label my fingertips
the music south and drums
dancing in the fire
plastic covers the
lp cd
floating in the air
ep
solid forms and together
together brought a form
art that holds the soul
possession and liquid
starving
thirst
bring me to see
those other things that
those people see
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 3:58pm
11th Nov 2011 3:58pm
A Backbend?
I Find myself in a meeting
A senseless card
Reflecting a vision of time
Bitter old enmities
You once held towards me
And what I did
What I did you you
That's not fair,
Is it?
That I am seen as monster-
The one you stuff under your bed.
You're relapsing
Under beaming moonlight
Or that spotlight
You try to scrub
Out of your filthy hair
Filled with grease
Clumps of his blood
I feel your placid expression,
On my blind lashes.
A senseless card
Reflecting a vision of time
Bitter old enmities
You once held towards me
And what I did
What I did you you
That's not fair,
Is it?
That I am seen as monster-
The one you stuff under your bed.
You're relapsing
Under beaming moonlight
Or that spotlight
You try to scrub
Out of your filthy hair
Filled with grease
Clumps of his blood
I feel your placid expression,
On my blind lashes.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 2:35am
22nd Oct 2011 2:35am
You
It's true
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2011 2:35am
18th Oct 2011 2:35am
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