Submissions by BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2013 4:49am
22nd Oct 2013 4:49am
It's Late; I'm Afraid.
There are a hundred reasons for me to never want to go back.
The people still know me.
I haven't left them much time to rest and forget me.
To some of them, I am devoutly an enemy.
And all my former lovers.
And all of their mothers I might run into at the store.
While the cashier swears she recognizes me too.
And I look so like my mother.
And every ambulance I see could potentially hold a friend or a family member.
A former lover.
A current lover.
A high school enemy.
I will see people I know and their babies and their...
The people still know me.
I haven't left them much time to rest and forget me.
To some of them, I am devoutly an enemy.
And all my former lovers.
And all of their mothers I might run into at the store.
While the cashier swears she recognizes me too.
And I look so like my mother.
And every ambulance I see could potentially hold a friend or a family member.
A former lover.
A current lover.
A high school enemy.
I will see people I know and their babies and their...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 1:28am
5th Oct 2013 1:28am
Home?
I wake up in the morning and I think of kissing you.
Picking back up where I left the night before.
And I loved you in my dreams.
On the bus ride home.
In the shower this morning, I sang to you.
Songs you may never even hear,
But they were written for us.
It is sick to only see you through a computer screen.
You are still worth loving when you're broken.
When you're singing Disney songs in German.
Or the times you call me to say you'll call me later,
That you like hearing my voice. You love and miss me.
...
Picking back up where I left the night before.
And I loved you in my dreams.
On the bus ride home.
In the shower this morning, I sang to you.
Songs you may never even hear,
But they were written for us.
It is sick to only see you through a computer screen.
You are still worth loving when you're broken.
When you're singing Disney songs in German.
Or the times you call me to say you'll call me later,
That you like hearing my voice. You love and miss me.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 8:23pm
19th Sep 2013 8:23pm
f**k Thinking Up a Title.
It's a lingering headache,
A slow burning fire.
The deepest wound left in me,
Incorrigible desire.
A sting in the pit of my gut-
It radiates down my fingertips.
And every time I shut my eyes,
It's there on the back of my lids.
A slow burning fire.
The deepest wound left in me,
Incorrigible desire.
A sting in the pit of my gut-
It radiates down my fingertips.
And every time I shut my eyes,
It's there on the back of my lids.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 6:18am
7th Sep 2013 6:18am
Drunk Poem.
I miss him holding me.
White blankets.
White ceiling.
White skin on skin and
lips pressed to shoulders.
I miss the lockers and my friends and the trees.
Honestly I can hardly comprehend what I am saying.
But I know I miss him because it is always on my mind.
I know I hope he sleeps well.
Because every night
I wish for him to sleep tight even if it means
I cannot.
I miss his mother telling me she loves me.
Miss Katie and I laying in bed playing soft songs and just talking.
Our plans to see the states.
My fingers...
White blankets.
White ceiling.
White skin on skin and
lips pressed to shoulders.
I miss the lockers and my friends and the trees.
Honestly I can hardly comprehend what I am saying.
But I know I miss him because it is always on my mind.
I know I hope he sleeps well.
Because every night
I wish for him to sleep tight even if it means
I cannot.
I miss his mother telling me she loves me.
Miss Katie and I laying in bed playing soft songs and just talking.
Our plans to see the states.
My fingers...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 00:29am
3rd Sep 2013 00:29am
Like Sand.
I've traded the blues
for the wide-eyed browns.
I've packed up my life,
for new states, new towns.
I'm sick in the heart,
though I'm hoping to mend.
But I miss my lover,
miss my best friend.
In my bed I have trouble,
I feel your hair run through my hands.
I wake up and you're gone,
slipped through my fingers like sand.
for the wide-eyed browns.
I've packed up my life,
for new states, new towns.
I'm sick in the heart,
though I'm hoping to mend.
But I miss my lover,
miss my best friend.
In my bed I have trouble,
I feel your hair run through my hands.
I wake up and you're gone,
slipped through my fingers like sand.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 00:52am
28th Aug 2013 00:52am
In a Puff of Smoke.
You wouldn't look at me twice.
Maybe you don't believe it but
it very seldom happens that
someone should look at me and
come back for more.
But once, someone did.
And I saw them back.
Really really saw them.
And we laughed
because we were so young
and so stupid.
And he loved me.
Maybe he still does.
He still does.
Still does...
Still.
And I remember his lips
and the smell of his hair
and the blue of his eyes.
His voice when he walks
through the house
without...
Maybe you don't believe it but
it very seldom happens that
someone should look at me and
come back for more.
But once, someone did.
And I saw them back.
Really really saw them.
And we laughed
because we were so young
and so stupid.
And he loved me.
Maybe he still does.
He still does.
Still does...
Still.
And I remember his lips
and the smell of his hair
and the blue of his eyes.
His voice when he walks
through the house
without...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 7:45am
16th Aug 2013 7:45am
2:25
I've been meaning to write for a while;
Keep you guys in the know. You know?
But I don't really know what to say.
That the ocean is healing my soul?
That I've turned a new, brighter leaf and quit smoking?
But neither of those things are true.
Wish I could report I had a lot of new, interesting friends to vent to,
That way I wouldn't have to put all my crazy eggs of thought into one basket, or four.
Wish I knew someone with a basket strong enough to hold all my crazy think-bombs.
What a lame thing to say.
I like to talk myself into...
Keep you guys in the know. You know?
But I don't really know what to say.
That the ocean is healing my soul?
That I've turned a new, brighter leaf and quit smoking?
But neither of those things are true.
Wish I could report I had a lot of new, interesting friends to vent to,
That way I wouldn't have to put all my crazy eggs of thought into one basket, or four.
Wish I knew someone with a basket strong enough to hold all my crazy think-bombs.
What a lame thing to say.
I like to talk myself into...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 4:30pm
21st Apr 2013 4:30pm
Conen.
I've been trying to enjoy my life, really. I have.
But thoughts of you entertain me; keep holding me back.
And my nightly inner battles are really getting to me.
If I weren't by the ocean, I'd make myself bleed.
Surely to God this pain won't linger forever?
What a line to walk: refusing to forget but scared to remember.
I thought when you said you loved me, that meant you would fight.
Instead it was you who walked me out into that night.
And I couldn't let go, or my arms would just break.
So they tore me from you, with my puffy red face. ...
But thoughts of you entertain me; keep holding me back.
And my nightly inner battles are really getting to me.
If I weren't by the ocean, I'd make myself bleed.
Surely to God this pain won't linger forever?
What a line to walk: refusing to forget but scared to remember.
I thought when you said you loved me, that meant you would fight.
Instead it was you who walked me out into that night.
And I couldn't let go, or my arms would just break.
So they tore me from you, with my puffy red face. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 4:26am
22nd Jan 2013 4:26am
Hernando County: Woe to You.
It is truly nauseating,
the sensation of losing my bestfriend.
I've been sucking up so much smoke,
for just a second to pretend.
Staring out the window at the highway,
I relax my head; relax my eyes for just a moment.
Through the bright red of the sun on my lids,
I can keep the thought of Florida out of my head.
I can imagine it isn't treachery
to lock the truth from him;
Can pretend moving away
is what it takes to stop opening my skin.
To know that just one summer
is left in your childhood home,
is to know that your life...
the sensation of losing my bestfriend.
I've been sucking up so much smoke,
for just a second to pretend.
Staring out the window at the highway,
I relax my head; relax my eyes for just a moment.
Through the bright red of the sun on my lids,
I can keep the thought of Florida out of my head.
I can imagine it isn't treachery
to lock the truth from him;
Can pretend moving away
is what it takes to stop opening my skin.
To know that just one summer
is left in your childhood home,
is to know that your life...
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