Submissions by Caithasno_backbone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Welcome to my secret poetry book. I've always kept my writing private but recently decided to start sharing with strangers. I'm not very good but I'd greatly appreciate feedback and commendation on my writing. I'm new to this but working very hard.
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Cait
Timid, Meek, Uninspired, Tired
Daughter of Pain and Fire
Lover of novels, animals, and iced lattes
Who feels happy when snuggled up with her pup and a good book
Who needs constant affection and endless caffiene
Who fears cannibals and demons who hide in her thoughts
Who would like to see the future and oras
Who dislikes boys who leave her behind without a second thought, boys who use lies and pretty smiles to get what they want
Who resides in her bed on another friday night. Cait, who has no back bone.
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Timid, Meek, Uninspired, Tired
Daughter of Pain and Fire
Lover of novels, animals, and iced lattes
Who feels happy when snuggled up with her pup and a good book
Who needs constant affection and endless caffiene
Who fears cannibals and demons who hide in her thoughts
Who would like to see the future and oras
Who dislikes boys who leave her behind without a second thought, boys who use lies and pretty smiles to get what they want
Who resides in her bed on another friday night. Cait, who has no back bone.
...
480 reads
2 Comments
Vex
Once again you're twisting my words
Your tongue cuts like knives
Tyrant of words
Feel the vexing weight, the burden they bring, a millstone you can't shake
call me a thorn in your side but dear grievance you are my dead weight, I won't let you weigh me down
let's make this painless and quick
Regret but without any remorse, I'm done letting you run your course, I'll cut you off at the vein
there's only so much you can take, there's only so much I can fake before my ceramic smile cracks and breaks
These words, they cut so much deeper, but you don't...
Your tongue cuts like knives
Tyrant of words
Feel the vexing weight, the burden they bring, a millstone you can't shake
call me a thorn in your side but dear grievance you are my dead weight, I won't let you weigh me down
let's make this painless and quick
Regret but without any remorse, I'm done letting you run your course, I'll cut you off at the vein
there's only so much you can take, there's only so much I can fake before my ceramic smile cracks and breaks
These words, they cut so much deeper, but you don't...
615 reads
5 Comments
Heavy Weight (II)
Do the scars know their names?
Do they know the threat they trickle and heave?
The heavy weight that consumes you till you shatter and break.
Push comes shove fueled by hate
Grab the horns, twist and break
Feed the rage, a new war to wage
Your aggression has become your new found obsession.
The hate escalates to a new recession.
Sometimes we are prone to crack and say things we know we can't take back, to be abrupt and brash but stutter and crash
Spit the fire, hash it out, do you even remember what I was so mad about?
Swallow up my words,...
Do they know the threat they trickle and heave?
The heavy weight that consumes you till you shatter and break.
Push comes shove fueled by hate
Grab the horns, twist and break
Feed the rage, a new war to wage
Your aggression has become your new found obsession.
The hate escalates to a new recession.
Sometimes we are prone to crack and say things we know we can't take back, to be abrupt and brash but stutter and crash
Spit the fire, hash it out, do you even remember what I was so mad about?
Swallow up my words,...
700 reads
8 Comments
Untitled
I didn't want to let you in
But I couldn't help but inhale your desire
Now my lungs are on fire and I'm clawing at my throat
You walked away without a second thought
I'm left sputtering and chocking on promise left up in the air
But I couldn't help but inhale your desire
Now my lungs are on fire and I'm clawing at my throat
You walked away without a second thought
I'm left sputtering and chocking on promise left up in the air
540 reads
3 Comments
She's a daydream
She's a cotton candy dream with a grunge sheen. A punk rock bitch caught up in a scene .
She's a wild mess with hair the color of tangerine cream.
Worn in Flannels and warning patches.
Over sized sunglasses and scuffed combat boots that barley fit her.
She's Soft but bitter, warm but cold.
She's as transparent as an ice queen in the illusion of innocence and titter wrapped in comfort and warmth.
It's all in her charm, all to get you to witt her.
I know you'll never quit her.
All you want to do is hold her, but be careful you might get sliced on...
She's a wild mess with hair the color of tangerine cream.
Worn in Flannels and warning patches.
Over sized sunglasses and scuffed combat boots that barley fit her.
She's Soft but bitter, warm but cold.
She's as transparent as an ice queen in the illusion of innocence and titter wrapped in comfort and warmth.
It's all in her charm, all to get you to witt her.
I know you'll never quit her.
All you want to do is hold her, but be careful you might get sliced on...
473 reads
1 Comment
Linger
Don't steal my breath
Don't take my thunder
Breathe me in, savior me a little longer
I don't want to linger but the desire makes me stronger
You pull me taunt but keep me together
Binding aches and heavy mistakes
I can still taste your whispers on my lips
And your mellow touch haunts my pillowcase
Toss and turn, twisted in my sheets
Another nightmare steals my screams
cold sweats leaking out me hidden regrets
Countless nights left missing your face
I can still feel your finger tips pressed to my hips. Their undetectable trace still...
Don't take my thunder
Breathe me in, savior me a little longer
I don't want to linger but the desire makes me stronger
You pull me taunt but keep me together
Binding aches and heavy mistakes
I can still taste your whispers on my lips
And your mellow touch haunts my pillowcase
Toss and turn, twisted in my sheets
Another nightmare steals my screams
cold sweats leaking out me hidden regrets
Countless nights left missing your face
I can still feel your finger tips pressed to my hips. Their undetectable trace still...
621 reads
6 Comments
Heavy Weight
What's the point to the air I breathe?
How the fuck did I change anything?
Tell me, what was the worth of my birth anyway?
Because I don't see the significance to the steps I take.
I'm still left on the edge to break.
One step and I take everything.
These days I tend to feel the heavy weight that I can't shake, the black void I can't escape.
The remorse runs through my head. Bitter words still left on my tongue.
Now I'm left alone to suffocate in my bed.
I feel the pressure of existence crush down upon my soul.
So go the...
How the fuck did I change anything?
Tell me, what was the worth of my birth anyway?
Because I don't see the significance to the steps I take.
I'm still left on the edge to break.
One step and I take everything.
These days I tend to feel the heavy weight that I can't shake, the black void I can't escape.
The remorse runs through my head. Bitter words still left on my tongue.
Now I'm left alone to suffocate in my bed.
I feel the pressure of existence crush down upon my soul.
So go the...
807 reads
7 Comments
Isolation
I want to feel something.
I want to feel something more than the emptiness.
Something more than the lonesomeness that claws through me.
The devastating ache that rips through my gut and tears me up inside.
Something more than the jabbing feeling of loneliness that stabs me in the side and brings tears to my eyes.
I breathe in the bitterness of rejection and It courses through me, settling its binding chains of sorrow around my spine.
The isolation weighing down on me suffocating me as I try to scream through the solitude, but choke on the alienation from my...
I want to feel something more than the emptiness.
Something more than the lonesomeness that claws through me.
The devastating ache that rips through my gut and tears me up inside.
Something more than the jabbing feeling of loneliness that stabs me in the side and brings tears to my eyes.
I breathe in the bitterness of rejection and It courses through me, settling its binding chains of sorrow around my spine.
The isolation weighing down on me suffocating me as I try to scream through the solitude, but choke on the alienation from my...
694 reads
8 Comments
Beautiful Creatures
I never expected you to get under my skin, but now thought of kissing you runs over and over through my head.
The fantasy of our legs intertwined courses through my mind.
The ache for your finger tips grazing upon my spine, delicate strokes and skin on skin.
The longing of your breath on my ear as you whisper your faults and sins for only me to hear.
I never wanted to let you in but here you are in my bleeding heart.
I wear it hidden on my sleeve, for only your eyes to see.
You're the missing key to the dreams I never thought could be.
Meet...
The fantasy of our legs intertwined courses through my mind.
The ache for your finger tips grazing upon my spine, delicate strokes and skin on skin.
The longing of your breath on my ear as you whisper your faults and sins for only me to hear.
I never wanted to let you in but here you are in my bleeding heart.
I wear it hidden on my sleeve, for only your eyes to see.
You're the missing key to the dreams I never thought could be.
Meet...
735 reads
4 Comments
Tattoos Of Life
**TRIGGER WARNING: this poem MAY be triggering to anyone suffering from selfharm.
Scars are the Tattoos of life.
We wear them for all to see.
As they bare the all telling stories of our lives.
Discoloration twines and winds across our skin, dancing whispers of our faults and sins.
So, let them stare as they gawk and peer
They'll never understand what's within,
what's buried deep beneath the marks spread so thin.
They see these blemishes and second guess our incisions.
Let them jump to their conclusions...
Scars are the Tattoos of life.
We wear them for all to see.
As they bare the all telling stories of our lives.
Discoloration twines and winds across our skin, dancing whispers of our faults and sins.
So, let them stare as they gawk and peer
They'll never understand what's within,
what's buried deep beneath the marks spread so thin.
They see these blemishes and second guess our incisions.
Let them jump to their conclusions...
650 reads
5 Comments
Crawl Inside
I want to bite your lips.
I want to taste your skin.
I want to peel back your layers, won't you let me in?
I'll crawl inside, let me see what's within.
I'll Find your blackend heart.
Show me your deepest thoughts, a little trouble mixed with sin.
Breathe me in, up your nostrils I'll cling.
I'll corse through your veins, I'll be a stinging in your brain.
I'll be your waking thought, trouble from the start.
This was just a quick little poem that I just threw together. It's not much just a jumble of words from...
I want to taste your skin.
I want to peel back your layers, won't you let me in?
I'll crawl inside, let me see what's within.
I'll Find your blackend heart.
Show me your deepest thoughts, a little trouble mixed with sin.
Breathe me in, up your nostrils I'll cling.
I'll corse through your veins, I'll be a stinging in your brain.
I'll be your waking thought, trouble from the start.
This was just a quick little poem that I just threw together. It's not much just a jumble of words from...
834 reads
4 Comments
Ponder My Year
The air surrounding me starts to feel a bit thick.
I breathe it in and choke and spit.
The realization of negligence starts to sink, it settles in like a burdensome weight.
It crushes down upon my soul, regret taking its anguishing toll.
Once more I swallow my remorse, digesting its bitterness that burns a hole right through my core.
It has all become more than I can take before I buckle and break.
Maybe it's time to admit my failures and reflect on my self inflicted defeat.
I have to accept this grim drear and acknowledge that
This was the year...
I breathe it in and choke and spit.
The realization of negligence starts to sink, it settles in like a burdensome weight.
It crushes down upon my soul, regret taking its anguishing toll.
Once more I swallow my remorse, digesting its bitterness that burns a hole right through my core.
It has all become more than I can take before I buckle and break.
Maybe it's time to admit my failures and reflect on my self inflicted defeat.
I have to accept this grim drear and acknowledge that
This was the year...
639 reads
2 Comments
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