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.
Washing my hands of you
I want to rip you apart
I want to shred you to pieces
I want to tear you limb from limb
I want to thrust out my arm and pry your mangled heart out of your chest.
I want to feel it's faint pathetic beats pulse against my finger tips as I pulverize it with a closed fist.
Your face is slack and your eyes lack, but you watch the sluggish flow of your ticker trickle down my arm to the trash strewn gutter.
I'll watch as you crumple and cease to exist.
I'll listen to your last gasping wish.
You mutter and stutter words of desperate nonsense as you...
I want to shred you to pieces
I want to tear you limb from limb
I want to thrust out my arm and pry your mangled heart out of your chest.
I want to feel it's faint pathetic beats pulse against my finger tips as I pulverize it with a closed fist.
Your face is slack and your eyes lack, but you watch the sluggish flow of your ticker trickle down my arm to the trash strewn gutter.
I'll watch as you crumple and cease to exist.
I'll listen to your last gasping wish.
You mutter and stutter words of desperate nonsense as you...
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Join The Wicked Dance.
There is a dull ache in my head and knife stuck in my chest.
I’ve given up on you and now the rest have given up on me.
I’m stuck in a haze of anger and distaste.
Irritability and hate are somber, sooty shadows that dance around me.
I take their frigid hands and join their wicked shadow-some prance under the looming erie tree.
But soon malevolence and hostilities grimy tendrils emerge and encircle my neck they crush down against my windpipe until vilification takes hostage of my tongue.
I can only sputter and stutter damnable blasphemy upon...
I’ve given up on you and now the rest have given up on me.
I’m stuck in a haze of anger and distaste.
Irritability and hate are somber, sooty shadows that dance around me.
I take their frigid hands and join their wicked shadow-some prance under the looming erie tree.
But soon malevolence and hostilities grimy tendrils emerge and encircle my neck they crush down against my windpipe until vilification takes hostage of my tongue.
I can only sputter and stutter damnable blasphemy upon...
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The Ache And The Burn.
****************SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING!
This is a poem based on the struggle of recovery years later. Please do not read if you are sensitive to the situation!
There is an ache and a burn under my skin that beckons the familiar bite of a razor.
I can feel the fire and the ice coursing though my veins, scorching my insides, begging for a release. It's an itch I will never again scratch, something I will forever leave in the past.
But I will remain a slave to the crave.
There is fire, there is rain, there is a storm of...
This is a poem based on the struggle of recovery years later. Please do not read if you are sensitive to the situation!
There is an ache and a burn under my skin that beckons the familiar bite of a razor.
I can feel the fire and the ice coursing though my veins, scorching my insides, begging for a release. It's an itch I will never again scratch, something I will forever leave in the past.
But I will remain a slave to the crave.
There is fire, there is rain, there is a storm of...
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Losing myself
There is ice benumbing my sinking heart and a chain link binding around my spine.
it twists,
it spires,
it twines
and it spirals.
It slithers and snakes its way up coiling around my neck.
I can't run.
I can't scream.
I'll just wither and wait.
It shackles me in places and lulls the darkness in to surround me.
The shadows dance and my demons laugh.
This is my decease, demise, departure,dissolution. This is my destruction.
**I'm kind of in a dark place again where I'm losing my...
it twists,
it spires,
it twines
and it spirals.
It slithers and snakes its way up coiling around my neck.
I can't run.
I can't scream.
I'll just wither and wait.
It shackles me in places and lulls the darkness in to surround me.
The shadows dance and my demons laugh.
This is my decease, demise, departure,dissolution. This is my destruction.
**I'm kind of in a dark place again where I'm losing my...
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Even friends can break your heart..
Ice trinkles down my spine and chills run up my arms.
My stomach sinks and I just need one more drink.
I know this is just another mistake.
My hands shake and my eyes are red rimmed and sore.
The dread settles in and I'm alone once more.
I really hoped you would stay but I can't say I blame you for leaving.
It's always the same.
When all is said and done will you even know I'm gone?
My stomach sinks and I just need one more drink.
I know this is just another mistake.
My hands shake and my eyes are red rimmed and sore.
The dread settles in and I'm alone once more.
I really hoped you would stay but I can't say I blame you for leaving.
It's always the same.
When all is said and done will you even know I'm gone?
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Regret & Torment
So what’s another crack to the broken hearted.
I should have known from the moment that we started.
Regret and torment.
Empty words and broken promises. I should have learned from the rest, but I hoped for the best.
I took a deep breath and dove headfirst.
I thought you could be the one I could trust.
But now I can’t breathe and I’m being dragged under.
The lightning strikes and I hear the roar of thunder. I gasp for air but all I can taste is you.
I call out for help but you just sit there and stare.
I scream out your name but you never...
I should have known from the moment that we started.
Regret and torment.
Empty words and broken promises. I should have learned from the rest, but I hoped for the best.
I took a deep breath and dove headfirst.
I thought you could be the one I could trust.
But now I can’t breathe and I’m being dragged under.
The lightning strikes and I hear the roar of thunder. I gasp for air but all I can taste is you.
I call out for help but you just sit there and stare.
I scream out your name but you never...
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Stretch marks
Like lightning strikes of crimson ripping across flushed flesh.
Rippling down the curve of my stomach, a waterfall of scarlet welts flowing from my belly button.
Twisting wine stained vines curl up my hips.
My fingertips follow behind tracing the lines.
They are angry and red and bring nothing but dread.
I want to carve them away and tear off my skin. They make me sick and ashamed.
But I am the one to be blamed.
My hands shake and my heart breaks.
My stomach sinks and I can't think.
They are all I see.
Rippling down the curve of my stomach, a waterfall of scarlet welts flowing from my belly button.
Twisting wine stained vines curl up my hips.
My fingertips follow behind tracing the lines.
They are angry and red and bring nothing but dread.
I want to carve them away and tear off my skin. They make me sick and ashamed.
But I am the one to be blamed.
My hands shake and my heart breaks.
My stomach sinks and I can't think.
They are all I see.
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