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."
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 5:00am
23rd Feb 2015 5:00am
If Only A Dead Dandelion Worked Magic
I.
I sit crying
with my eyes
glued to a sapphire
vase filled with a
drooping bouquet
of dead flowers
that were given to me
two weeks ago.
II.
Lily did nothing
but complain.
This is hard.
"Ewwww, a worm.
I want to go ride my bike.
Why do we have to do thisssss?"
She whined and whined
Until I took her trowel,
Picked up a white flower
and explained.
”You were named after this.
So was your grandma.
I used to plant flowers with her,
your grandma, my...
I sit crying
with my eyes
glued to a sapphire
vase filled with a
drooping bouquet
of dead flowers
that were given to me
two weeks ago.
II.
Lily did nothing
but complain.
This is hard.
"Ewwww, a worm.
I want to go ride my bike.
Why do we have to do thisssss?"
She whined and whined
Until I took her trowel,
Picked up a white flower
and explained.
”You were named after this.
So was your grandma.
I used to plant flowers with her,
your grandma, my...
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2015 7:06am
17th Feb 2015 7:06am
The Thing is There's No Such Thing
I write on napkins
More often than I should,
And more often than I should,
I throw those napkins out.
My head hurts
More often than it should,
And more often than it should
It thinks about cocaine.
I've had my life threatened
More often than I should have,
And more often than I should have
I reacted with less fear
Than these last few weeks
Of idleness have instilled in me.
I think about comfort and protection
Less often than I should,
But the thing is there's no such thing
As protection from the trap of...
More often than I should,
And more often than I should,
I throw those napkins out.
My head hurts
More often than it should,
And more often than it should
It thinks about cocaine.
I've had my life threatened
More often than I should have,
And more often than I should have
I reacted with less fear
Than these last few weeks
Of idleness have instilled in me.
I think about comfort and protection
Less often than I should,
But the thing is there's no such thing
As protection from the trap of...
666 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 9:35pm
3rd Feb 2015 9:35pm
Destruction by Superficiality
When Eve bit the apple,
she couldn't have known
it would lead to comparisons
between breasts and melons,
nipples and pepperoni,
bosoms and bubbles,
legs and cottage cheese.
I bet Eve didn't know
a bite of an apple
would lead to girls
eating nothing
but a kiwi for dinner
And throwing it up after.
Do you think Eve knew
a bite of an apple
would lead to humans
cooking themselves
under tanning beds
paying the price of cancer
for tangerine-colored skin?
If Eve would have known
a...
she couldn't have known
it would lead to comparisons
between breasts and melons,
nipples and pepperoni,
bosoms and bubbles,
legs and cottage cheese.
I bet Eve didn't know
a bite of an apple
would lead to girls
eating nothing
but a kiwi for dinner
And throwing it up after.
Do you think Eve knew
a bite of an apple
would lead to humans
cooking themselves
under tanning beds
paying the price of cancer
for tangerine-colored skin?
If Eve would have known
a...
571 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 8:30pm
3rd Feb 2015 8:30pm
Mrs. Allison ___
Your name is scattered
in adjectives and verbs
throughout a good chunk
of poems from my past.
The familiar handwriting
brings with it nostalgia
and embarrassment.
I feel as if I am
skimming the margins
of an elementary
school notebook
marked with hearts
and combinations
of my name and
my future husband's.
in adjectives and verbs
throughout a good chunk
of poems from my past.
The familiar handwriting
brings with it nostalgia
and embarrassment.
I feel as if I am
skimming the margins
of an elementary
school notebook
marked with hearts
and combinations
of my name and
my future husband's.
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 9:00pm
27th Jan 2015 9:00pm
Where Are You From?
I decide not to tell her
I come from the New York
where too many people I once knew
are now nothing more than dust:
scattered in fields, dumped in oceans, resting on mantle-tops,
or buried, rotting, marked only by names and artificial quotes
engraved in concrete blocks absent of flowers.
I decide not to tell her
I come from the New York
where those
who twisted knives in stomachs
or shot bullets through skulls
with impeccable aim I might add (if of course I told her)
are now free to buy their drugs
or...
I come from the New York
where too many people I once knew
are now nothing more than dust:
scattered in fields, dumped in oceans, resting on mantle-tops,
or buried, rotting, marked only by names and artificial quotes
engraved in concrete blocks absent of flowers.
I decide not to tell her
I come from the New York
where those
who twisted knives in stomachs
or shot bullets through skulls
with impeccable aim I might add (if of course I told her)
are now free to buy their drugs
or...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2014 3:54am
20th Aug 2014 3:54am
The Butterfly Effect
Tsunamis, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions
Natural disasters not caused by corruption,
But it helps us to believe everything is planned,
Even those things that are out of our hands,
So why don't we blame the wing flapping butterfly,
Her vengeance - the reason so many of us died.
I have an idea. Let's declare war.
And fight until she can flap her wings no more.
Natural disasters not caused by corruption,
But it helps us to believe everything is planned,
Even those things that are out of our hands,
So why don't we blame the wing flapping butterfly,
Her vengeance - the reason so many of us died.
I have an idea. Let's declare war.
And fight until she can flap her wings no more.
765 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 3:47am
4th Aug 2014 3:47am
You Are What You Eat
There was no way I was eating any;
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
787 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 3:43am
4th Aug 2014 3:43am
It's Time for the Eviction Notice
Although you are silent
To this visible world
An invisible cage,
You shelter a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people
They would be bipolar
Most likely have no friends
They'd surely be hated
And, with the shit they say
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments
That often times get violent.
And when words turn into fists
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They might pay their rent on time
But I'm paying a...
To this visible world
An invisible cage,
You shelter a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people
They would be bipolar
Most likely have no friends
They'd surely be hated
And, with the shit they say
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments
That often times get violent.
And when words turn into fists
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They might pay their rent on time
But I'm paying a...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2014 11:10pm
30th Jul 2014 11:10pm
Mind f**ker
I bet you haven't kept track,
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each...
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each...
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 3:13am
29th Jul 2014 3:13am
Truth is...
You blame me
Because you sold your soul
For counterfeit dollars.
It is true.
In return for true emotions,
All I gave were empty words.
But you trusted me.
Didn't I tell you
When we first met
I am the devil?
Those were the first
And only true words
I ever gave you.
And those were the only ones
You decided not to trust.
So do not blame me.
It is not my fault.
Blame yourself.
Because you sold your soul
For counterfeit dollars.
It is true.
In return for true emotions,
All I gave were empty words.
But you trusted me.
Didn't I tell you
When we first met
I am the devil?
Those were the first
And only true words
I ever gave you.
And those were the only ones
You decided not to trust.
So do not blame me.
It is not my fault.
Blame yourself.
754 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2014 2:24am
29th Jul 2014 2:24am
Origins of Deception
It was actually quite simple.
She loved you both
In equal yet different ways,
And she was determined
To keep you both,
But you gave her an ultimatum,
(One the other never would)
And of course she told you
That she would not lose you
Over a drink,
And of course she knew
But did not say
That she would not lose booze
Over you, so
With your ultimatum
That begged for drastic change
All you did was turn her
Into a liar.
She loved you both
In equal yet different ways,
And she was determined
To keep you both,
But you gave her an ultimatum,
(One the other never would)
And of course she told you
That she would not lose you
Over a drink,
And of course she knew
But did not say
That she would not lose booze
Over you, so
With your ultimatum
That begged for drastic change
All you did was turn her
Into a liar.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 8:50pm
26th Jul 2014 8:50pm
Disappearing Acts
We were each our own color
Until my life merged into yours,
And we became one,
The tie dyed shirt
On the hippy's back.
We still had some distinctions
Until my life disappeared in yours
And we were both gone,
The joint smoke
The hippy blows into space.
Until my life merged into yours,
And we became one,
The tie dyed shirt
On the hippy's back.
We still had some distinctions
Until my life disappeared in yours
And we were both gone,
The joint smoke
The hippy blows into space.
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4 Comments
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