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."
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 6:58pm
26th Mar 2015 6:58pm
Harsh Truths
You gently fed me empty words
but filled me with physical joys.
Back then the lies seemed less absurd
in the harmony of your voice.
In hindsight I've become aware
You gave me what you thought I sought
to hide the truth: you didn't care.
What I wanted couldn't be bought.
Remember when you made a vow
That you couldn't live without me?
That's the reason why you're dead now,
As I laugh at the irony.
but filled me with physical joys.
Back then the lies seemed less absurd
in the harmony of your voice.
In hindsight I've become aware
You gave me what you thought I sought
to hide the truth: you didn't care.
What I wanted couldn't be bought.
Remember when you made a vow
That you couldn't live without me?
That's the reason why you're dead now,
As I laugh at the irony.
665 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 8:33pm
24th Mar 2015 8:33pm
The Future of this Poem
We live to leave impressions upon the earth
that will one day no longer be worth finding.
Impressions that will have the sole purpose of
teaching and learning what no longer matters.
We live with the false theory that we are
worthy enough to have the potential
to become more than dinosaur fossils.
We live hoping to be more than we are.
that will one day no longer be worth finding.
Impressions that will have the sole purpose of
teaching and learning what no longer matters.
We live with the false theory that we are
worthy enough to have the potential
to become more than dinosaur fossils.
We live hoping to be more than we are.
708 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 8:24pm
24th Mar 2015 8:24pm
Regretful Forgiveness
Her apologies were dramatic.
Always involving a surplus of tears
Plentiful enough to fill buckets.
Her apologies arrived often
As if they shared a schedule
With New York City subways.
In hindsight, I wonder if
They were reserved for me,
Simply a part of her
planned manipulation.
Sometimes I wonder who
I might have become
if I had ignored these
grand gestures of hers.
Always involving a surplus of tears
Plentiful enough to fill buckets.
Her apologies arrived often
As if they shared a schedule
With New York City subways.
In hindsight, I wonder if
They were reserved for me,
Simply a part of her
planned manipulation.
Sometimes I wonder who
I might have become
if I had ignored these
grand gestures of hers.
554 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 6:50pm
23rd Mar 2015 6:50pm
A Friend Named Jack
How full of yourself you are
When I begin to fill myself with you
Until you're irreversibly empty
And I've become empty too.
When I begin to fill myself with you
Until you're irreversibly empty
And I've become empty too.
730 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 6:44pm
23rd Mar 2015 6:44pm
And so it never ends
Never-ending, lifeless fantasies
of the mortal are self-destructive
bewitching dreams of hope
to never end.
The silent fears of voiceless tongues echo
off the walls of the nocturnal mind
And only stop with the break of day
when ghosts begin to dream
of returning to their mortal lives
to take back lifeless fantasies
and bewitching dreams of hope
to never end.
of the mortal are self-destructive
bewitching dreams of hope
to never end.
The silent fears of voiceless tongues echo
off the walls of the nocturnal mind
And only stop with the break of day
when ghosts begin to dream
of returning to their mortal lives
to take back lifeless fantasies
and bewitching dreams of hope
to never end.
534 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 7:27pm
20th Mar 2015 7:27pm
At Night...
He asks, "Why you always writing?"
I write, "Why you always thinking?"
His thinking reeks of memoir.
He thinks to remember.
He thinks to reflect.
My writing reeks of fiction.
I write to create.
I write to forget.
Unfortunately,
I never forget
to write,
And he always remembers
to think.
Yet, his dreams are full of fantasies
While mine are full of memories.
I write, "Why you always thinking?"
His thinking reeks of memoir.
He thinks to remember.
He thinks to reflect.
My writing reeks of fiction.
I write to create.
I write to forget.
Unfortunately,
I never forget
to write,
And he always remembers
to think.
Yet, his dreams are full of fantasies
While mine are full of memories.
594 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2015 9:00pm
16th Mar 2015 9:00pm
My Power, Protection and Strength
You're always under my exterior,
But nobody knows you are there.
You're only visible to my mirror,
But you're the reason they can't help but stare.
I have confidence when you're close to me.
You give me power, protection, and strength.
Without you, I don't know who I would be,
But to find out wouldn't make any sense.
I will keep you forever my secret,
And I will bring you wherever I go.
At the very least, you make me decent,
And nobody will ever have to know.
You, darling, help me through each rough hurdle.
You...
But nobody knows you are there.
You're only visible to my mirror,
But you're the reason they can't help but stare.
I have confidence when you're close to me.
You give me power, protection, and strength.
Without you, I don't know who I would be,
But to find out wouldn't make any sense.
I will keep you forever my secret,
And I will bring you wherever I go.
At the very least, you make me decent,
And nobody will ever have to know.
You, darling, help me through each rough hurdle.
You...
667 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 8:28pm
13th Mar 2015 8:28pm
Defining Moments
Tonight I yearn for your love
In unspeakable ways.
I stick headphones in my ears
To drown out my husband's questioning.
How could he ever understand what's wrong?
I lock myself in the bathroom with his iPad,
And because Will Smith looks like you,
I watch I Am Legend for the hundredth time,
But I'm not really watching. I'm
Thinking about when I used to watch
You sleep and trace the outline
Of the tattoo on your chest:
A stick figure
Climbing a ladder
To the moon,
A fusion of Keith Haring and Banksy.
Reminiscing, I fall asleep on...
In unspeakable ways.
I stick headphones in my ears
To drown out my husband's questioning.
How could he ever understand what's wrong?
I lock myself in the bathroom with his iPad,
And because Will Smith looks like you,
I watch I Am Legend for the hundredth time,
But I'm not really watching. I'm
Thinking about when I used to watch
You sleep and trace the outline
Of the tattoo on your chest:
A stick figure
Climbing a ladder
To the moon,
A fusion of Keith Haring and Banksy.
Reminiscing, I fall asleep on...
710 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 7:08pm
9th Mar 2015 7:08pm
The Widow
All she owns now
is pain
that wears a mask of
iced vodka
with a splash of
orange juice.
is pain
that wears a mask of
iced vodka
with a splash of
orange juice.
699 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 9:44pm
4th Mar 2015 9:44pm
The Tattooed Haiku
I wrote this for you
And got it permanently
Stamped to my body.
And got it permanently
Stamped to my body.
545 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2015 6:00am
1st Mar 2015 6:00am
The Equivelant
When confusion
overpowers
Every feeling,
it gets scary..
You then realize
A welcoming fear
might... just might
overpower
confusion.. But
you don't really
know.. That's when you
know what love's like.
overpowers
Every feeling,
it gets scary..
You then realize
A welcoming fear
might... just might
overpower
confusion.. But
you don't really
know.. That's when you
know what love's like.
573 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 5:43pm
28th Feb 2015 5:43pm
How Can Love Die with Time?
Am I at fault for sitting here
Wondering without a fear
Why we fit so perfectly together
Or why there's no need to picture things better?
How is it that people "grow apart"
And claim to have a "broken heart"
When talk of hearts just complicates
The promise to collaborate?
Am I wrong to come to love's defense
And think it to be common sense
that in order for real love to persist
Bliss in the mind, not heart, must exist?
Why don't I have the slightest clue
Of the time before I met you
When I was...
Wondering without a fear
Why we fit so perfectly together
Or why there's no need to picture things better?
How is it that people "grow apart"
And claim to have a "broken heart"
When talk of hearts just complicates
The promise to collaborate?
Am I wrong to come to love's defense
And think it to be common sense
that in order for real love to persist
Bliss in the mind, not heart, must exist?
Why don't I have the slightest clue
Of the time before I met you
When I was...
622 reads
2 Comments
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