Submissions by Ariadne_Diamond (Ariadne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Listening to grinding of the gears. The explosions of the bombs. The world is at war. We are in the middle of it. And only I will be alive. To tell you the story. Of what happens. After we all die.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 6:06pm
28th Apr 2012 6:06pm
A Star-Crossed Wasteland
There is nothing out here in this world anymore.
Not since so much darkness engulfed it.
This decaying world that once had life.
Now all it carries is death.
Out here in this void of nothingness.
I found something...
When I wasn't looking for anything really.
I found something that I didn't think that I would find.
No one told me that there were strangers in the world,
that given the chance could become something that matters to you.
No one told me that my path would entertwin with another.
One who had almost as much pain as me in his lifetime....
Not since so much darkness engulfed it.
This decaying world that once had life.
Now all it carries is death.
Out here in this void of nothingness.
I found something...
When I wasn't looking for anything really.
I found something that I didn't think that I would find.
No one told me that there were strangers in the world,
that given the chance could become something that matters to you.
No one told me that my path would entertwin with another.
One who had almost as much pain as me in his lifetime....
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 5:17am
18th Apr 2012 5:17am
Swallow
My mother died.
She died the night that I was born.
That was the day that my father's heart broke.
And I became known as nothing but the girl with no mother.
The girl whose father didn't love her.
That's who I was.
Who I have lived my life identified as.
I was nothing, to no one.
Everyone that I loved has died.
And I am alone.
But when I wanted to die.
I wasn't allowed.
Not allowed to die.
No sleeping pills for the motherless girl?
No enternal sleep for the lonely child?
NO...
I had to suffer.
And suffer I have and will...
She died the night that I was born.
That was the day that my father's heart broke.
And I became known as nothing but the girl with no mother.
The girl whose father didn't love her.
That's who I was.
Who I have lived my life identified as.
I was nothing, to no one.
Everyone that I loved has died.
And I am alone.
But when I wanted to die.
I wasn't allowed.
Not allowed to die.
No sleeping pills for the motherless girl?
No enternal sleep for the lonely child?
NO...
I had to suffer.
And suffer I have and will...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 3:26am
16th Apr 2012 3:26am
My Creator (A Letter to my Father)
To my Creator (AKA my Father),
I am so glad that I can chat with you now that you are in the ground. Now that your work is no longer distracting you from me-- You remember me, right? Your child? Ariadne Diamond, black hair and gold eyes. Remember you were going to have a child with the woman that was your wife. But then she died and I guess I died too, I was nothing to you. You saw right through me, right over me, right around me-- Like I was never even there. I was going to graduate top of my class, I was going to go into psychology, I wanted to be someone that you were proud of....
I am so glad that I can chat with you now that you are in the ground. Now that your work is no longer distracting you from me-- You remember me, right? Your child? Ariadne Diamond, black hair and gold eyes. Remember you were going to have a child with the woman that was your wife. But then she died and I guess I died too, I was nothing to you. You saw right through me, right over me, right around me-- Like I was never even there. I was going to graduate top of my class, I was going to go into psychology, I wanted to be someone that you were proud of....
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 3:14am
16th Apr 2012 3:14am
My Best Friend (To Lydia)
Since the dawn of my life, she was there.
From my first steps to my first day of secondary school.
She was there as the only mother & father figure that I could have.
She taught me how to read.
How to write.
How to laugh.
How to smile.
How to be, well me.
Sixteen years she was there.
Never forgetting about me.
Raised me like one of her own children.
Though I was not.
She knew my mother, watched her grow up as well.
She was an older woman, up in age.
But I never thought much of it.
Much of when she had to stop to catch her breath....
From my first steps to my first day of secondary school.
She was there as the only mother & father figure that I could have.
She taught me how to read.
How to write.
How to laugh.
How to smile.
How to be, well me.
Sixteen years she was there.
Never forgetting about me.
Raised me like one of her own children.
Though I was not.
She knew my mother, watched her grow up as well.
She was an older woman, up in age.
But I never thought much of it.
Much of when she had to stop to catch her breath....
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 9:34am
23rd Feb 2012 9:34am
Immunity
Here I stand before these snarling pigs,
their only want and need being the same in my eyes.
My body is nothing but a piece of meat to them.
Isn't it funny that I'm use to it?
Whether I'm on one side of the fence or the other?
I'm not trying to brag, trust me this is a curse, not a blessing.
I do not want to be like this.
Edible to the naked eye but when they try to take a bite,
it doesn't do anything to me.
They leave nothing but a scratch on me,
when they want me to become one of them
or just eat me until there is nothing left but my bones and...
their only want and need being the same in my eyes.
My body is nothing but a piece of meat to them.
Isn't it funny that I'm use to it?
Whether I'm on one side of the fence or the other?
I'm not trying to brag, trust me this is a curse, not a blessing.
I do not want to be like this.
Edible to the naked eye but when they try to take a bite,
it doesn't do anything to me.
They leave nothing but a scratch on me,
when they want me to become one of them
or just eat me until there is nothing left but my bones and...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 00:34am
13th Feb 2012 00:34am
Bible Belt
Their words are cruel.
These people, seen as symbols of good.
Of love and kindness.
When they show me the exact opposite.
They call me an abomination, and maybe I am.
Who is to say what any of us are?
Some grand being in the sky,
that no one has seen. . .
that no one has any proof of existing.
Where was the Great Being when my mother died,
giving me life.
Why do I deserve to live while she deserved to die?
Who was he to make that call?
And who am I?
Daughter of a child and a monster?
Daughter of a brilliant man and his late young...
These people, seen as symbols of good.
Of love and kindness.
When they show me the exact opposite.
They call me an abomination, and maybe I am.
Who is to say what any of us are?
Some grand being in the sky,
that no one has seen. . .
that no one has any proof of existing.
Where was the Great Being when my mother died,
giving me life.
Why do I deserve to live while she deserved to die?
Who was he to make that call?
And who am I?
Daughter of a child and a monster?
Daughter of a brilliant man and his late young...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 5:38am
31st Jan 2012 5:38am
Running Out of Time
Sweat crested her brow as she pumped out her last moments of life, screaming and straining to give the being dwelling inside of her womb it's first breath. The clock was ticking, the doctor's hands went to work, explaining to the woman that she may not live, she was loosing blood fast and there wouldn't be enough time to save both her and her child. She knew this and still was willing to sacrifice her life for the infant that she would never get to know, asking her husband the new father to take care of their child the way that she would have wanted to raise her. And with the final push, and...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 5:55am
30th Jan 2012 5:55am
Time in this Universe
Part One: "What Was. . . "
What was I when the world was at peace, the innocence of childhood blooming in the palms of my hands. What was I when the world was whole, when everything was simple and there were no monsters to worry about ripping my body apart, no evil demonic beasts waiting to destroy my mind. What was the world like when I was a child, what was it like when nothing bad seemed to exist in my small mind. Until darkness clouded my eyes, until death took hold of my life and nothing lived but death. Nothing was there expect what was never meant to be. And I, I...
What was I when the world was at peace, the innocence of childhood blooming in the palms of my hands. What was I when the world was whole, when everything was simple and there were no monsters to worry about ripping my body apart, no evil demonic beasts waiting to destroy my mind. What was the world like when I was a child, what was it like when nothing bad seemed to exist in my small mind. Until darkness clouded my eyes, until death took hold of my life and nothing lived but death. Nothing was there expect what was never meant to be. And I, I...
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