Submissions by BabyGirl_Jadaida
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Burn Pile
To the boy with eyes like amber
You have lips like rose petals
A hurricane and I’m water
You pull me in and off we go
There is a current under your skin
A small dose of lightening in a bottle
I am parched
Every morning I capture sunlight in your finger tips
I wish I could paint your laugh
A remix of purple and pinks
A gorgeous sunset
I remember I tried to find God in your veins
I wrote scriptures on your bones
Manifested a revival in your muscle memory
Do you remember who I was before the fall?
Before each...
You have lips like rose petals
A hurricane and I’m water
You pull me in and off we go
There is a current under your skin
A small dose of lightening in a bottle
I am parched
Every morning I capture sunlight in your finger tips
I wish I could paint your laugh
A remix of purple and pinks
A gorgeous sunset
I remember I tried to find God in your veins
I wrote scriptures on your bones
Manifested a revival in your muscle memory
Do you remember who I was before the fall?
Before each...
#love
#crush
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Dear possible rapisy
Dear possible rapist
How many times will you crucify my body with your eyes that make me want to shed my flesh every time you glance my way. I have the power to make kings out of bastards the power to let dying things go yet you watch me like a vulture watches its next meal waiting for the perfect timing to feast. You see me no more than a collection of desirable parts that you would like to ravage. Relishing the moment when you can sink into the ocean that is my body and partake of the water.
Dear possible rapist, i was created to be divine. Taken from man's rib to stand...
How many times will you crucify my body with your eyes that make me want to shed my flesh every time you glance my way. I have the power to make kings out of bastards the power to let dying things go yet you watch me like a vulture watches its next meal waiting for the perfect timing to feast. You see me no more than a collection of desirable parts that you would like to ravage. Relishing the moment when you can sink into the ocean that is my body and partake of the water.
Dear possible rapist, i was created to be divine. Taken from man's rib to stand...
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Dear Really Cute Girl
Dear really cute girl that sits at the back of the bus who has eyes like falling stars
Hi my name is Renelle and I couldn't help but notice that you are shattering from the inside
like there are atomic bombs going off in your soul
No one seems to notice but then again I can always recognize another broken angel in my presence
Why don't we get away from here
Away from the noise and into the white backdrop
We'll write our names in Stardust and paint Sunrises in the marrow of our bones
We will make kings out of bastards
After all we've been crucified too...
Hi my name is Renelle and I couldn't help but notice that you are shattering from the inside
like there are atomic bombs going off in your soul
No one seems to notice but then again I can always recognize another broken angel in my presence
Why don't we get away from here
Away from the noise and into the white backdrop
We'll write our names in Stardust and paint Sunrises in the marrow of our bones
We will make kings out of bastards
After all we've been crucified too...
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Dear Serenity
Dear Serenity,
It's sunrise and I'm watching you watch the orange-blue sky and you sigh, kind of biting the inside of your lip
You yawn running you slender fingers through your mane of curly brown hair
All I can do is stare, as the hem of your oversized shirt rises above your hip
You catch me staring and smile! Now its my turn to bite my lip
I place my hand on your hip and let my other one "slip" under your shirt Instead of feeling silky velvet under my skin I feel a lump.....
Telling you about it hurt, cause I quickly pull down your shirt and stare...
It's sunrise and I'm watching you watch the orange-blue sky and you sigh, kind of biting the inside of your lip
You yawn running you slender fingers through your mane of curly brown hair
All I can do is stare, as the hem of your oversized shirt rises above your hip
You catch me staring and smile! Now its my turn to bite my lip
I place my hand on your hip and let my other one "slip" under your shirt Instead of feeling silky velvet under my skin I feel a lump.....
Telling you about it hurt, cause I quickly pull down your shirt and stare...
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Unwanted Sacrifice
Maybe if I had blue eyes calm like water and crystal clear
the bad man would've never came for me
he could've looked in my eyes and saw the the wrong in his actions momma said that my brown eyes are my best feature
big pools of chocolate curious and hidden among all of the night's creatures
but my brown chocolate beauties wasn't enough to stop him from planting his seed
Wasn't enough to fulfill his need to be wanted
so now I call him Edward Scissorhands cause after I finally tied myself together with the string of self self-respect I had left he came around and...
the bad man would've never came for me
he could've looked in my eyes and saw the the wrong in his actions momma said that my brown eyes are my best feature
big pools of chocolate curious and hidden among all of the night's creatures
but my brown chocolate beauties wasn't enough to stop him from planting his seed
Wasn't enough to fulfill his need to be wanted
so now I call him Edward Scissorhands cause after I finally tied myself together with the string of self self-respect I had left he came around and...
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Pieces of me
So I'm sitting next to you
Trying to disappear from your presence
But i can't seem to hide the blue and shatter parts of me that me that crumbled from your touch
You're unmaking me
And all i can do is let you
I'm tired of tearing Roses so i don't smell myself rotting
Do you smell it?
No because you're too busy piecing me back together to smell me
Why do all the women in my life destroy themselves
Leaving bits and pieces on dressers and finger and tongues and flowers
To mask the stench of their flesh
Mama told it was best to be a beautiful fool...
Trying to disappear from your presence
But i can't seem to hide the blue and shatter parts of me that me that crumbled from your touch
You're unmaking me
And all i can do is let you
I'm tired of tearing Roses so i don't smell myself rotting
Do you smell it?
No because you're too busy piecing me back together to smell me
Why do all the women in my life destroy themselves
Leaving bits and pieces on dressers and finger and tongues and flowers
To mask the stench of their flesh
Mama told it was best to be a beautiful fool...
913 reads
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