Submissions by BitterThorn_118
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2018 5:40am
7th Jan 2018 5:40am
The secret to old age
Dear Mautsko,
In ink she writes her wishes and deepest regrets. Each drop a memory no .. not all sorrowful as one might assume.
Viewing her hands she sees the wrinkles of age that claim her skin and she laughs with a smile so bright you'd think the whole room would be lit up.
But no in her elderly state she reminices on the trouble and joy of coming to America, finding love and watching her family expand and grow.
A quilt of many colors, cultures and memories this is the secret to old age.
-Love you Grandma
In ink she writes her wishes and deepest regrets. Each drop a memory no .. not all sorrowful as one might assume.
Viewing her hands she sees the wrinkles of age that claim her skin and she laughs with a smile so bright you'd think the whole room would be lit up.
But no in her elderly state she reminices on the trouble and joy of coming to America, finding love and watching her family expand and grow.
A quilt of many colors, cultures and memories this is the secret to old age.
-Love you Grandma
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2017 1:12am
1st Dec 2017 1:12am
Sensory
Snow drapes the ground and I'm wishing you could be here with me.
Cuddling with me ever so softly.
Your soft blonde hair that's too short for your own good. I love sifting my fingers though your hair. And staring into your sky blue eyes and feeling your fair soft skin.
I don't want just sex, I want to explore you and feel every bit.
Explode my senses.
Can we take things slow
Go roll in the snow and just be silent.
Cuddling with me ever so softly.
Your soft blonde hair that's too short for your own good. I love sifting my fingers though your hair. And staring into your sky blue eyes and feeling your fair soft skin.
I don't want just sex, I want to explore you and feel every bit.
Explode my senses.
Can we take things slow
Go roll in the snow and just be silent.
444 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 5:31am
10th Nov 2017 5:31am
The Quiet before the Storm
I am Silenced too young to have a say.
Or at least that's what THEY say.
A young girl crying in the corner, feeling all alone because no one knows what exactly to do. This feeling its gotten old to her but the heart break, stress and custody its all new.
Inheriting traits from each of her "Loving" parents she wonders (Am I a whore?), (Am I a good for nothing?) as they argue on the phone
She covers her ears and for every scream and name her heart it gets a little colder and in every instant, turns a little more distant.
Oh young girl if...
Or at least that's what THEY say.
A young girl crying in the corner, feeling all alone because no one knows what exactly to do. This feeling its gotten old to her but the heart break, stress and custody its all new.
Inheriting traits from each of her "Loving" parents she wonders (Am I a whore?), (Am I a good for nothing?) as they argue on the phone
She covers her ears and for every scream and name her heart it gets a little colder and in every instant, turns a little more distant.
Oh young girl if...
619 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2017 4:06am
2nd Nov 2017 4:06am
Trial and Error
I try not to hate nor resent for the past, present or the future.
I tell myself I didn't pick a side when they split but somehow I end up giving my mom the most advice and telling her ny innermost thoughts and secrets.
But these thoughts always stay in the back of my mind.
I try not to hate nor resent for the past, present or future.
Look to the stars for an answer I seek and maybe I stare long enough I'll find it
tell myself try harder but maybe I'm looking in the wrong places.
Think positive and positive things will come just keep your...
I tell myself I didn't pick a side when they split but somehow I end up giving my mom the most advice and telling her ny innermost thoughts and secrets.
But these thoughts always stay in the back of my mind.
I try not to hate nor resent for the past, present or future.
Look to the stars for an answer I seek and maybe I stare long enough I'll find it
tell myself try harder but maybe I'm looking in the wrong places.
Think positive and positive things will come just keep your...
514 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 4:55am
1st Nov 2017 4:55am
Morning
I want to dwell inside you
long enough so I can get away
Get away from reality
Get away from family and all of the stress it brings.
But at the end of the day you somehow end up inside me
blackening my eyes.
lowering my mood.
How the fuck is it easier to be sad than happy? I may never know.
long enough so I can get away
Get away from reality
Get away from family and all of the stress it brings.
But at the end of the day you somehow end up inside me
blackening my eyes.
lowering my mood.
How the fuck is it easier to be sad than happy? I may never know.
453 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Oct 2017 5:10am
19th Oct 2017 5:10am
I know you'll see this
I know you'll see this, so I say I love you.
No I dont know what exactly what love is or the correct definition.
But I know I feel good when i'm with you,
laughing with you and laying down.
I know you'll see this so I'll just say sorry now.
I don't want to make you feel unloved or start a useless fight.
If I had a definition of love it would be US.
I love you ;)
No I dont know what exactly what love is or the correct definition.
But I know I feel good when i'm with you,
laughing with you and laying down.
I know you'll see this so I'll just say sorry now.
I don't want to make you feel unloved or start a useless fight.
If I had a definition of love it would be US.
I love you ;)
576 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2017 2:59am
18th Oct 2017 2:59am
Anonymous Tears
Unwanted tears for a well deserved woman.
For what?
If we cant be friends what can we be?, because I cant keep on saying yes but being drowned with tears of my own regret.
We used each other for the "benefits" not knowing the consequences.
For me: loss of self, heart and trust of others.
For you it was probably the same.
Although I will always want that reassurance,
That I didn't hurt you too bad,
That you know why I didn't look back,
That if you felt the same way, I didn't know but I loved you.
I didn't know your...
For what?
If we cant be friends what can we be?, because I cant keep on saying yes but being drowned with tears of my own regret.
We used each other for the "benefits" not knowing the consequences.
For me: loss of self, heart and trust of others.
For you it was probably the same.
Although I will always want that reassurance,
That I didn't hurt you too bad,
That you know why I didn't look back,
That if you felt the same way, I didn't know but I loved you.
I didn't know your...
594 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Oct 2017 3:09am
13th Oct 2017 3:09am
Generations Misunderstood
I used to get picked on at school.
"Is your hair real?" they asked when they knew the answer.. after a while i stopped saying yes
and left their minds to wander.
Pre-Conceived notions made about me because of my race,
generations and generations before that have caused this and not one "No Bullying" sign could fix what was embedded in the ground along with the bodies of dead slaves.
Hearing comments saying "I would never date a black girl"
Oh really?,
But you want to feel our sun kissed skin?
But you want to rub and caress our full,...
"Is your hair real?" they asked when they knew the answer.. after a while i stopped saying yes
and left their minds to wander.
Pre-Conceived notions made about me because of my race,
generations and generations before that have caused this and not one "No Bullying" sign could fix what was embedded in the ground along with the bodies of dead slaves.
Hearing comments saying "I would never date a black girl"
Oh really?,
But you want to feel our sun kissed skin?
But you want to rub and caress our full,...
480 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 2:35am
11th Oct 2017 2:35am
The Seasons of Love
I never knew how green it would make me, the seasons of love.
until I felt the warmth of your hand and my flowers blooming under your touch.
there was nothing like it and like a desperate honeybee i wanted more..
But slowly we realized we were no longer blooming.
Shocked and stunned we went into fall colder than ever.
The leaves have fell twice since then and both times I haven't seen you.
I used to cry but now I am comforted in the winter by the warmth of another.
If you wanted me you would have fell with me, and we would have gotten up...
until I felt the warmth of your hand and my flowers blooming under your touch.
there was nothing like it and like a desperate honeybee i wanted more..
But slowly we realized we were no longer blooming.
Shocked and stunned we went into fall colder than ever.
The leaves have fell twice since then and both times I haven't seen you.
I used to cry but now I am comforted in the winter by the warmth of another.
If you wanted me you would have fell with me, and we would have gotten up...
640 reads
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