Submissions by Allison_Wonderland
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"After all, it seems to me that the truth, no matter what it is, is not so dreadful as uncertainty."
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2016 8:50pm
23rd Aug 2016 8:50pm
Defibrillation
Familiar yet forgotten scents
Work just like defibrillators
Bringing back the heartbeat
Of dead memories
Like no other sense can.
Work just like defibrillators
Bringing back the heartbeat
Of dead memories
Like no other sense can.
737 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 1:50am
31st Jul 2016 1:50am
Give it to Me Raw
I want you in your rawness.
No makeup, no cologne.
No adjectives, no adverbs.
Show me your virtues through action.
No sweet-talk, no lies.
Don't sugarcoat anything,
Especially not yourself.
Give it to me how it is,
Or don't give me anything.
No makeup, no cologne.
No adjectives, no adverbs.
Show me your virtues through action.
No sweet-talk, no lies.
Don't sugarcoat anything,
Especially not yourself.
Give it to me how it is,
Or don't give me anything.
881 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 4:30am
11th Jan 2016 4:30am
Dead & Free
We'll be just like the leaves
Dance in circles with the breeze
Once we're dead and free.
Dance in circles with the breeze
Once we're dead and free.
720 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2015 6:48pm
4th Dec 2015 6:48pm
When I Miss You Most
Holidays,
Birthdays,
Anniversaries
Remind us:
you aren't here
In a very
Official way.
Mundanity,
Scents, sounds,
Songs, sayings
Remind us:
you aren't here
In an incredibly
Real way.
Birthdays,
Anniversaries
Remind us:
you aren't here
In a very
Official way.
Mundanity,
Scents, sounds,
Songs, sayings
Remind us:
you aren't here
In an incredibly
Real way.
673 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2015 8:26pm
16th Jun 2015 8:26pm
7 Cinquains: Deadly Sins or Inescapable Traits?
Vanity.
Egotistical confidence
Dismisses humble modesty
Absorbed in self-admiration
Pride.
Anger.
Boiling chills
Steal rational thought
Enraged in hateful resent
Wrath.
Desire.
Vigorous thirst
initiates passion's fulfillment
Satisfied with warm touches
Lust.
Indulgence.
Selfish excess
Devours any humility
Satisfied with luscious feasts
Gluttony.
Jealousy.
Watchful skepticism
Taints potential joy
Repugnant with wasteful grudges
Envy.
Hunger
Eager impatience...
Egotistical confidence
Dismisses humble modesty
Absorbed in self-admiration
Pride.
Anger.
Boiling chills
Steal rational thought
Enraged in hateful resent
Wrath.
Desire.
Vigorous thirst
initiates passion's fulfillment
Satisfied with warm touches
Lust.
Indulgence.
Selfish excess
Devours any humility
Satisfied with luscious feasts
Gluttony.
Jealousy.
Watchful skepticism
Taints potential joy
Repugnant with wasteful grudges
Envy.
Hunger
Eager impatience...
883 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 3:04am
3rd Jun 2015 3:04am
A Few Words on Love
It isn't often,
But sometimes
I honest to god
fucking hate you.
But sometimes
I honest to god
fucking hate you.
685 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2015 5:22pm
1st Jun 2015 5:22pm
The Truth Undressed
When words, whether whispered or wailed,
Reverse reality and render repulsive
Any attempt at augmenting authenticity,
The typewriter is the tool of truth
that thwarts the test of time
From falsifying fragmented facts and fantasies.
Poems, which permanently pen purposeful pictures
To show sensibility is as certain as speculation
Become the basis for binding belief and being
While legitimizing the lie that's life.
Reverse reality and render repulsive
Any attempt at augmenting authenticity,
The typewriter is the tool of truth
that thwarts the test of time
From falsifying fragmented facts and fantasies.
Poems, which permanently pen purposeful pictures
To show sensibility is as certain as speculation
Become the basis for binding belief and being
While legitimizing the lie that's life.
782 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2015 7:05pm
27th May 2015 7:05pm
The Transformation
There was a junkie with no money
Who roamed the streets selling her body.
When her body became old and used,
'Twas like a silent child always abused.
When the abused finally spoke,
'Twas like hearing a dead body croak.
When the croak turned to silence,
'Twas like being on a deserted island.
When the island skies thunder-stormed,
'Twas like a life suddenly transformed.
When the transformation became the norm,
'Twas like discovering a new life form.
When the new life form was no longer new,
'Twas like staring at a familiar view.
When the...
Who roamed the streets selling her body.
When her body became old and used,
'Twas like a silent child always abused.
When the abused finally spoke,
'Twas like hearing a dead body croak.
When the croak turned to silence,
'Twas like being on a deserted island.
When the island skies thunder-stormed,
'Twas like a life suddenly transformed.
When the transformation became the norm,
'Twas like discovering a new life form.
When the new life form was no longer new,
'Twas like staring at a familiar view.
When the...
722 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2015 5:50am
12th May 2015 5:50am
Haiku for you
What should I do when
I hate and love everything
About you? Stay? Leave?
I hate and love everything
About you? Stay? Leave?
735 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th May 2015 9:08am
8th May 2015 9:08am
White Girl
Revelation came with the recognition
That you were just another of many
Bad habits. Just another
Confusion between love and need.
I loved you in the same way but more
Than inhaling cigarettes on my lunch break;
Than sipping hot coffee on winter mornings;
Than chugging beers at baseball games;
Than downing Cuervo shots at every bar.
You were something.
Something I made myself need
Without ever really wanting to;
Something I spent my time doing
Without the slightest realization;
Something I swore I...
That you were just another of many
Bad habits. Just another
Confusion between love and need.
I loved you in the same way but more
Than inhaling cigarettes on my lunch break;
Than sipping hot coffee on winter mornings;
Than chugging beers at baseball games;
Than downing Cuervo shots at every bar.
You were something.
Something I made myself need
Without ever really wanting to;
Something I spent my time doing
Without the slightest realization;
Something I swore I...
1107 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 00:30am
31st Mar 2015 00:30am
Murphy's Law
Yesterday, I was not hungry. All I wanted was a cigarette. I watched a woman suck one down. I watched her toss the lipstick stained filter to the ground. As someone offered me a buttered bagel, I watched her stomp it with a high heeled boot. Today I found an abandoned pack of cigarettes with fourteen left. As I smoked one, I watched a man take two pulls of his cigarette and throw the remainder to the ground to slowly burn on its own. Why didn't that happen yesterday?
Murphy's Law.
Today, my stomach is the only one who talks to me. I watch a man take a bite of a hotdog. I...
Murphy's Law.
Today, my stomach is the only one who talks to me. I watch a man take a bite of a hotdog. I...
1074 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 7:16am
27th Mar 2015 7:16am
I Never Will.
I don't love him.
I don't love him
Anymore.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did
The last time.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did
the last time
I loved somebody.
I don't love him
Anymore.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did
The last time.
I don't love him
Any more
Than I did
the last time
I loved somebody.
808 reads
3 Comments
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