Submissions by BlackRose_Mira (trashcat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
to love as if to burn; to grieve as if to drown
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2014 6:27am
2nd Jul 2014 6:27am
Siblings, as seen by a mosquito
mi-
nus-
cule.
Blood carries many things.
I taste helpless anger,
fueled by
ridicule.
From the sweet red rivers buried,
under a penetrable carpet
of young tissue.
What is this burden
of inferiority?
un-
no-
ticed.
Blood is indeed eloquent.
I taste lazy amusement,
in the face of
'quite a spectacle'.
From the rich, gushing elixir hidden
under a plump quilt
of flesh.
Why the saccharine haze
of serene solitude?
dis-
tur-
bing.
Blood might well be the Fountain of...
nus-
cule.
Blood carries many things.
I taste helpless anger,
fueled by
ridicule.
From the sweet red rivers buried,
under a penetrable carpet
of young tissue.
What is this burden
of inferiority?
un-
no-
ticed.
Blood is indeed eloquent.
I taste lazy amusement,
in the face of
'quite a spectacle'.
From the rich, gushing elixir hidden
under a plump quilt
of flesh.
Why the saccharine haze
of serene solitude?
dis-
tur-
bing.
Blood might well be the Fountain of...
603 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 5:01am
25th Jun 2014 5:01am
How To Kill A Blank Paper
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for weeks
It dances about my room
And taunts me
So I pick up my pen
But as I reach to slay it
It absconds my ink
And dances again
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for months
It dances about my mind
And jeers at me
So I pick up my pencil
But as I reach to slay it
It escapes my graphite
And dances again
A blank paper
Is laying still
I have given up chasing it
It lies there on my desk
In ennui not...
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for weeks
It dances about my room
And taunts me
So I pick up my pen
But as I reach to slay it
It absconds my ink
And dances again
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for months
It dances about my mind
And jeers at me
So I pick up my pencil
But as I reach to slay it
It escapes my graphite
And dances again
A blank paper
Is laying still
I have given up chasing it
It lies there on my desk
In ennui not...
720 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 10:24am
10th Jun 2014 10:24am
Summer With A Side Of Fatigue
July,
Can you tell me a story?
Preferably the one
About my birth,
And how you snatched me
From September.
July,
Can you please come early?
June has so far been
Quite mean to me,
And she refuses to leave.
Get rid of her.
I've been thinking, July,
I've been thinking a lot.
Maybe a little too much.
And I've also been wandering;
I've been wandering a lot.
Maybe a little too far.
Can you rain this time, July?
Usually you would shine,
Bright and bold and hot,
And scorch me.
But just this...
Can you tell me a story?
Preferably the one
About my birth,
And how you snatched me
From September.
July,
Can you please come early?
June has so far been
Quite mean to me,
And she refuses to leave.
Get rid of her.
I've been thinking, July,
I've been thinking a lot.
Maybe a little too much.
And I've also been wandering;
I've been wandering a lot.
Maybe a little too far.
Can you rain this time, July?
Usually you would shine,
Bright and bold and hot,
And scorch me.
But just this...
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 11:00am
8th Jun 2014 11:00am
Epitaphs
I
Here lies
in eternal unrest
a sparrow
who hit a window
he wanted to get in
II
here lies
in eternal unrest
a finch
whose head got stuck in the bars
he wanted to get out
Here lies
in eternal unrest
a sparrow
who hit a window
he wanted to get in
II
here lies
in eternal unrest
a finch
whose head got stuck in the bars
he wanted to get out
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 1:36pm
2nd Jun 2014 1:36pm
wanderlust
"I want to go home,"
I hear the clouds whisper, as
They sit in the sky,
Perching upon the arms of Wind.
He shudders as they grow, and
Wind gives up.
They tumble onto Earth
And become Rain
And they are at home
"I want to go home,"
I hear the birds cry, as
Their little feet cling
To my open, Rain-kissed sill.
They shiver in her arms
Until the Sun shines through.
They spread their little wings and fly,
And become one with the Sky
And they are at home.
"I want to go...
I hear the clouds whisper, as
They sit in the sky,
Perching upon the arms of Wind.
He shudders as they grow, and
Wind gives up.
They tumble onto Earth
And become Rain
And they are at home
"I want to go home,"
I hear the birds cry, as
Their little feet cling
To my open, Rain-kissed sill.
They shiver in her arms
Until the Sun shines through.
They spread their little wings and fly,
And become one with the Sky
And they are at home.
"I want to go...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2014 7:50am
16th May 2014 7:50am
-
My wings are clipped,
and I will never fly.
I feel no more;
I only wish to die.
and I will never fly.
I feel no more;
I only wish to die.
908 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
15th May 2014 9:50am
15th May 2014 9:50am
Bullshit, Mother
Ping!
"J, Tabitha, I'm sorry. I can't live with you anymore. In time you will understand why I have to do this. Please take care of your little brother. I love you."
I love you.
I know that's a lie, Mother, you know it too;
You never loved me, and I never loved you.
I only say I do 'cause Dad needs to hear it;
He's in too much stress, he doesn't need any more shit.
You act like you're holy, you act like you're right,
Like I'm living in darkness and like you've seen the light.
You preach way too much--and yet, you're a...
"J, Tabitha, I'm sorry. I can't live with you anymore. In time you will understand why I have to do this. Please take care of your little brother. I love you."
I love you.
I know that's a lie, Mother, you know it too;
You never loved me, and I never loved you.
I only say I do 'cause Dad needs to hear it;
He's in too much stress, he doesn't need any more shit.
You act like you're holy, you act like you're right,
Like I'm living in darkness and like you've seen the light.
You preach way too much--and yet, you're a...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2014 4:29am
1st May 2014 4:29am
A stroll through the park (at night, alone...)
The fitful flicker of the park's path-light
Had just enough a glow to grant me sight;
That night I wandered, drowned in seas of thought
Amidst the trees; feet light, but heart so fraught
The bushes muttered then, and I
Had glanced behind, alarmed.
"Tis but a squirrel," methinks, "Why,
It can do me no harm."
I shivered then, in fear and great unease
For movement in the shadows did not cease;
"Show yourself!" I yelled above my heart
And from the darkness did a form depart.
His dark frame towered then,...
Had just enough a glow to grant me sight;
That night I wandered, drowned in seas of thought
Amidst the trees; feet light, but heart so fraught
The bushes muttered then, and I
Had glanced behind, alarmed.
"Tis but a squirrel," methinks, "Why,
It can do me no harm."
I shivered then, in fear and great unease
For movement in the shadows did not cease;
"Show yourself!" I yelled above my heart
And from the darkness did a form depart.
His dark frame towered then,...
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2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2014 11:20am
24th Feb 2014 11:20am
Dreamscape Sketches #1- The Boy In Chains.
The rotting sides of the crooked corridor were bathed in the stale, moth-eaten velvet light of a solitary bulb. It hung feebly from the sickly ceiling, by the ends of a failing cable--it faltered upon delivering the living river of electricity unto its wheezing orb of light. This was light which flickered and coughed as if its end was imminent.
And yet it persisted.
The walls, half-naked and miserable, groaned under their own weight and that of the ceiling's. Silken cobwebs caressed their corners, but in uniform with the corridor, even those were forsaken. Clots of dust resided within...
And yet it persisted.
The walls, half-naked and miserable, groaned under their own weight and that of the ceiling's. Silken cobwebs caressed their corners, but in uniform with the corridor, even those were forsaken. Clots of dust resided within...
736 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 6:58pm
17th Jan 2014 6:58pm
The Problem Every Poet Faces
O'er the vast, unyielding desert
of an unmarked paper white,
I clutch my pen in disconcert
and curse my wretched plight.
the starkness of my thoughts was apt
to grab away my sanity.
Salvation cease, has yet to crack
my torment, oh, my malady.
Rain has blurred the world--and blind
is what I am, I shan't refute.
Unlike the clouds, my withered mind
refuses to produce.
I try--so help me Gods, I try
to bring forth my best words.
But--alas!--my brain shall sigh,
for thereupon is curse.
'Tis a horror, plague, disease...
of an unmarked paper white,
I clutch my pen in disconcert
and curse my wretched plight.
the starkness of my thoughts was apt
to grab away my sanity.
Salvation cease, has yet to crack
my torment, oh, my malady.
Rain has blurred the world--and blind
is what I am, I shan't refute.
Unlike the clouds, my withered mind
refuses to produce.
I try--so help me Gods, I try
to bring forth my best words.
But--alas!--my brain shall sigh,
for thereupon is curse.
'Tis a horror, plague, disease...
579 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Dec 2013 2:15pm
17th Dec 2013 2:15pm
We Are Nothing
When will we learn
that heartbeats
are only for the living?
when will we see
that the air in our lungs
is corrupted and poisonous
Kiss me goodnight
cover me under
the blanket of our crimson sky
Send out your light
for tomorrow we feast
we will sin|cheat|steal|kill|lust|hate|lie
And we'll run 'till the Earth disappears
into starlight and silk, dust to dust, ash to ash, we return
Through forever we dance with our fears
take a step,...
that heartbeats
are only for the living?
when will we see
that the air in our lungs
is corrupted and poisonous
Kiss me goodnight
cover me under
the blanket of our crimson sky
Send out your light
for tomorrow we feast
we will sin|cheat|steal|kill|lust|hate|lie
And we'll run 'till the Earth disappears
into starlight and silk, dust to dust, ash to ash, we return
Through forever we dance with our fears
take a step,...
740 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 3:09pm
6th Nov 2013 3:09pm
Shrike
stand proudly, your talons are stained
with warm scarlet fading to brown
In your perch among your prey
impaled on thorns of a dead savior's crown
do you take pride in the sight
of your victims begging for mercy?
or do you spare them the fright
and spike them-- fast, hard, dirty...
Lo and behold, the victims of the Shrike!
god doesn't exist anymore
it's so much clearer than ever before
so how does it feel, how do you feel?
good, isn't it?
you really have got to admit
a masochist in sadism's mask--suits you well
the...
with warm scarlet fading to brown
In your perch among your prey
impaled on thorns of a dead savior's crown
do you take pride in the sight
of your victims begging for mercy?
or do you spare them the fright
and spike them-- fast, hard, dirty...
Lo and behold, the victims of the Shrike!
god doesn't exist anymore
it's so much clearer than ever before
so how does it feel, how do you feel?
good, isn't it?
you really have got to admit
a masochist in sadism's mask--suits you well
the...
795 reads
2 Comments
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