Submissions by Anonymous_Writing
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 12:20pm
19th Mar 2012 12:20pm
Darling, Dear.
Your hand fumbles gently over mine with a smile I could never copmromise.
The way your eyes fall ontop of me in a moment that was never filled with lies.
Your skin like cream poured up over your body that melded to your muscle and created such heartbreaking beauty.
When you take my by the cheeks and plant the lightest kiss on me.
The space that's filled inside when just having you near me, when I sleep beside you and wake up tangled up.
You are the most beautiful thing in no matter what ways you put yourself.
Like holding hands and how my hands slips so closely...
The way your eyes fall ontop of me in a moment that was never filled with lies.
Your skin like cream poured up over your body that melded to your muscle and created such heartbreaking beauty.
When you take my by the cheeks and plant the lightest kiss on me.
The space that's filled inside when just having you near me, when I sleep beside you and wake up tangled up.
You are the most beautiful thing in no matter what ways you put yourself.
Like holding hands and how my hands slips so closely...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 2:17pm
17th Mar 2012 2:17pm
Just Another Shattered Lover
My hands are shaking as I loosely hold this sprouting seed of a heart,
and if I'm not careful it could roll to the edge of my fingertips.
Standby for another failure when something called truth appears,
blade in hand as it sinks the sword through my torso and heart.
It's seems like seconds as the heart stumbles off my palms and freefalls,
the sound it makes as it shatters against the ground is that of a scream.
All hearts make this sound though some take longer to echo down the hall,
this one had a curdle and a cry as pieces broke away from each other.
...
and if I'm not careful it could roll to the edge of my fingertips.
Standby for another failure when something called truth appears,
blade in hand as it sinks the sword through my torso and heart.
It's seems like seconds as the heart stumbles off my palms and freefalls,
the sound it makes as it shatters against the ground is that of a scream.
All hearts make this sound though some take longer to echo down the hall,
this one had a curdle and a cry as pieces broke away from each other.
...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 7:34pm
14th Mar 2012 7:34pm
The Writer
There was a time, in summer, that was sweet and hot.
When I knew who I wanted to be and have people around me.
There was a girl,
I used to love.
Her name,
I won't repeat-she is The Writer.
She wrote me a letter this day,
it made me smile,
worth while.
I replied and took a breath.
Thought about all the time I've had in her chest.
How I hurt her,
made her cry.
Broke her crown with wicked lies,
as her mind spills out onto the ground I think I see what I couldn't do, till now.
She was my best friend.
She...
When I knew who I wanted to be and have people around me.
There was a girl,
I used to love.
Her name,
I won't repeat-she is The Writer.
She wrote me a letter this day,
it made me smile,
worth while.
I replied and took a breath.
Thought about all the time I've had in her chest.
How I hurt her,
made her cry.
Broke her crown with wicked lies,
as her mind spills out onto the ground I think I see what I couldn't do, till now.
She was my best friend.
She...
790 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 10:50pm
13th Mar 2012 10:50pm
An All American Essay by: An Anti-American Girl
It's not that I don't like men. But. I don't like men.
When I was younger it was a maybe because I had never really dated a man before. But now that I have and that emotionless void is filled with sorrow, maybe fear-I see that I don't like them. And that's fine. So, I'm gay. Big deal. But now that I know that I can finally be me and even though it terrifies me that I'll, one day, be coming out completely to my parents I'm sure I'll make it through. She can't say-no one can say that I didn't try. I did. But...There's nothing there to try and feel. Instead of masculine and harsh I'd...
When I was younger it was a maybe because I had never really dated a man before. But now that I have and that emotionless void is filled with sorrow, maybe fear-I see that I don't like them. And that's fine. So, I'm gay. Big deal. But now that I know that I can finally be me and even though it terrifies me that I'll, one day, be coming out completely to my parents I'm sure I'll make it through. She can't say-no one can say that I didn't try. I did. But...There's nothing there to try and feel. Instead of masculine and harsh I'd...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 10:19pm
13th Mar 2012 10:19pm
Thinner
Ignore the teeth that bleed
and the stomach that eats itself.
A low growl and stubborn cry as
twenty hours go by in empty hunger.
Instead of yelling out
choking on saliva that runs dry.
Proper.
Back straight.
Poster clean.
The hours grow longer
almost feeling my body shrink
down
smaller
weaker
primal
Watching my clothing get loose,
falling away from the collar and shoulders
but sure to show the bones, frail frame.
As I look in that mirror-whisper softly
"Just a little thinner..."
and the stomach that eats itself.
A low growl and stubborn cry as
twenty hours go by in empty hunger.
Instead of yelling out
choking on saliva that runs dry.
Proper.
Back straight.
Poster clean.
The hours grow longer
almost feeling my body shrink
down
smaller
weaker
primal
Watching my clothing get loose,
falling away from the collar and shoulders
but sure to show the bones, frail frame.
As I look in that mirror-whisper softly
"Just a little thinner..."
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Mar 2012 2:56am
13th Mar 2012 2:56am
When Sorry Isn't Enough
"You're my life."
But this is where you're wrong,
I'm not your life-I'm mine.
Your hair smells like shampoo,
when I cry into your cold shoulder.
Never once did I ask you to "understand";
or accept me for who I am (who ever that may be).
It's not that I don't love you,
it's just that I don't love me.
Not like I could explain why in the first place,
I could go through every year of my little life;
try to pinpoint the moment I started disliking myself.
I think it started a very long time ago,...
But this is where you're wrong,
I'm not your life-I'm mine.
Your hair smells like shampoo,
when I cry into your cold shoulder.
Never once did I ask you to "understand";
or accept me for who I am (who ever that may be).
It's not that I don't love you,
it's just that I don't love me.
Not like I could explain why in the first place,
I could go through every year of my little life;
try to pinpoint the moment I started disliking myself.
I think it started a very long time ago,...
1292 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 6:56pm
11th Mar 2012 6:56pm
Regret
I'm a thing.
Watching my master grind against me;
knowing I won't let him have what he craves.
His mouth fumbles over my skin uncoordinated,
a overwhelming virgin boy who only knows what he
wants-what he thinks he needs.
While trying to tell him via subliminal messages,
my hands freeze and swallow some coal.
He'll never know how when he looks away,
my eyes travel to her image;
wishing I hadn't messed things up between us.
Watching my master grind against me;
knowing I won't let him have what he craves.
His mouth fumbles over my skin uncoordinated,
a overwhelming virgin boy who only knows what he
wants-what he thinks he needs.
While trying to tell him via subliminal messages,
my hands freeze and swallow some coal.
He'll never know how when he looks away,
my eyes travel to her image;
wishing I hadn't messed things up between us.
657 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 6:23pm
11th Mar 2012 6:23pm
Define 'Secret'
Tears fill my eyes and sting,
watch you walk away from me again,
tie my lips with red yarn so you'll
never know just how much
I love you.
watch you walk away from me again,
tie my lips with red yarn so you'll
never know just how much
I love you.
600 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 3:14pm
9th Mar 2012 3:14pm
Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites
Darkness.
Voices.
Hatred.
Light.
Cries.
Sinful.
The rubber of a rabbit mask collects the stench of sweat,
thinly wound hands rub away a wet red in a sink,
though the fur of the bunny suit tastes like danger it's good,
a dawn beneath the mess of red hair that drapes across sickness.
"I told her not to freak out." It's all she asked of her sister.
The sibling slumps down in a cold enough bed made of sweaty paste,
she cries into the pillow that her head was just buried within,...
Voices.
Hatred.
Light.
Cries.
Sinful.
The rubber of a rabbit mask collects the stench of sweat,
thinly wound hands rub away a wet red in a sink,
though the fur of the bunny suit tastes like danger it's good,
a dawn beneath the mess of red hair that drapes across sickness.
"I told her not to freak out." It's all she asked of her sister.
The sibling slumps down in a cold enough bed made of sweaty paste,
she cries into the pillow that her head was just buried within,...
703 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 4:16am
8th Mar 2012 4:16am
Anorexia of the Heart
Circling around a plate full of misguided glamour
it dips down to take a mouthful of the substance.
(Is denied by the fork sinking into the already thin sheet of skin)
The heart takes a morose turn at the corner of isolation,
back into a desolate and lonely, cold bed.
After every bite that's not taken its stomach reverses,
saliva sprinkles down the round slew of pale pink complextion.
(Also soaking wet with sweat from exerting itself too far)
It's tired from being some type of creature longing to be human,
unable to connect with its neighbors the lungs or...
it dips down to take a mouthful of the substance.
(Is denied by the fork sinking into the already thin sheet of skin)
The heart takes a morose turn at the corner of isolation,
back into a desolate and lonely, cold bed.
After every bite that's not taken its stomach reverses,
saliva sprinkles down the round slew of pale pink complextion.
(Also soaking wet with sweat from exerting itself too far)
It's tired from being some type of creature longing to be human,
unable to connect with its neighbors the lungs or...
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