Submissions by Cayleigh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write my love between old bookstore classics, and a bare ribcage.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2010 00:36am
26th Apr 2010 00:36am
Keeping Secrets
Hey did you hear...
If you have a secret,
It's for you, and you alone.
Don't write something down,
If you don't want it known.
There is such a thing as blackmail,
Even those nosy gossip queens.
And friends fall out of friendship,
About as quick as they begin.
Words become twisted,
Rumors begin to spread.
Juicy truths are boring.
Why--
When they can knock you down a peg.
If you have a secret,
It's for you, and you alone.
Don't write something down,
If you don't want it known.
There is such a thing as blackmail,
Even those nosy gossip queens.
And friends fall out of friendship,
About as quick as they begin.
Words become twisted,
Rumors begin to spread.
Juicy truths are boring.
Why--
When they can knock you down a peg.
2110 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 8:46pm
21st Apr 2010 8:46pm
Pathological Liar
You're beautiful,
And I bathe you in sweet nothings.
Praises,
Ones you have never received before.
You just enjoy hearing me speak,
As I worship you with words.
But, there is something I must admit,
Before this goes any further.
I'm nothing more then a pathological
liar.
Unless--I'm lying about that too?
How can you tell...
When you believe every word I spew.
And I bathe you in sweet nothings.
Praises,
Ones you have never received before.
You just enjoy hearing me speak,
As I worship you with words.
But, there is something I must admit,
Before this goes any further.
I'm nothing more then a pathological
liar.
Unless--I'm lying about that too?
How can you tell...
When you believe every word I spew.
904 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2010 8:38pm
19th Apr 2010 8:38pm
Restricted
To all the bitches
Who call me,
Leaving their number
r e s t r i c t e d,
Grow the hell up!
Found my number on a bathroom stall?
So old school.
Oh...
So I suck dick for 5 bucks?
Yeah, for 5 more--I'll lick your clit.
You really shouldn't mess with me.
I'll find you.
My twisted poetry--
It's just a thought,
The things that lurk inside my head.
But, You never know,
One day I might just act upon them.
Who call me,
Leaving their number
r e s t r i c t e d,
Grow the hell up!
Found my number on a bathroom stall?
So old school.
Oh...
So I suck dick for 5 bucks?
Yeah, for 5 more--I'll lick your clit.
You really shouldn't mess with me.
I'll find you.
My twisted poetry--
It's just a thought,
The things that lurk inside my head.
But, You never know,
One day I might just act upon them.
930 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2010 3:03am
11th Apr 2010 3:03am
Phobia
That t i n g l y feeling.
Like a sixth sense,
When you just know...
Somethings there.
Eight little legs,
They crawl along your skin.
Breath catches in your throat,
Building up for what to come.
You think your heart stops
b e a t i n g.
No--You're clearly still alive--
If your scream is any indication.
Glancing down.
Nothings there.
P a r a n o i a ...
Like a sixth sense,
When you just know...
Somethings there.
Eight little legs,
They crawl along your skin.
Breath catches in your throat,
Building up for what to come.
You think your heart stops
b e a t i n g.
No--You're clearly still alive--
If your scream is any indication.
Glancing down.
Nothings there.
P a r a n o i a ...
764 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2010 3:38am
10th Apr 2010 3:38am
Pawns
We are but pieces-- p a w n s
Placed strategically on a game board.
Many of these pieces missing,
Lost,
Replaced with generic, improvising--Knockoffs.
In this never-ending game of chance,
Where pieces fall, never to be seen again--
I
stand
my
ground!
Refusing to be replaced so easily.
Placed strategically on a game board.
Many of these pieces missing,
Lost,
Replaced with generic, improvising--Knockoffs.
In this never-ending game of chance,
Where pieces fall, never to be seen again--
I
stand
my
ground!
Refusing to be replaced so easily.
873 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2010 00:46am
7th Apr 2010 00:46am
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror,
Mirror,
On the wall...
Who's the ugliest of them all?
Why, it's you my dear,
If you continue to stare into this mirror.
You have been,
Cut,
Torn apart,
And literally--Stitched back up!
Your body lies, unidentified.
Just another, Jane Doe.
Mirror,
On the wall...
Who's the ugliest of them all?
Why, it's you my dear,
If you continue to stare into this mirror.
You have been,
Cut,
Torn apart,
And literally--Stitched back up!
Your body lies, unidentified.
Just another, Jane Doe.
823 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2010 3:26am
6th Apr 2010 3:26am
Shrapnel
I
c
a
r
e
so much,
I
h
u
r
t
inside,
Whenever you
c
r
y
my name.
When you hurt yourself,
I feel it just the same.
Should I care,
Or should I not?
...I can't take this anymore!
This
self-destructive
...
c
a
r
e
so much,
I
h
u
r
t
inside,
Whenever you
c
r
y
my name.
When you hurt yourself,
I feel it just the same.
Should I care,
Or should I not?
...I can't take this anymore!
This
self-destructive
...
1095 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2010 2:06pm
4th Apr 2010 2:06pm
Lurking Shadows, Tired Mind
The back of my mind,
Lurking, Creeping,
These shadows be seeking,
To make me do,
Unthinkable things.
Then, Blinding.
Light in the shadows,
Like a beacon shining bright.
Held my hands down,
Stopped my shaking.
And calmed my crazed mind.
Lurking, Creeping,
These shadows be seeking,
To make me do,
Unthinkable things.
Then, Blinding.
Light in the shadows,
Like a beacon shining bright.
Held my hands down,
Stopped my shaking.
And calmed my crazed mind.
1200 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2010 2:00pm
4th Apr 2010 2:00pm
Piano Abuse
Sing and play,
On these broken piano keys.
The saddest of melodies.
Loud and off key,
Notes wavering, and uneven.
Voice quivering,
Fingers cracked and bleeding.
But I hope you know--
I sing for thee'.
As I'm forced to play for eternity.
On these broken piano keys.
The saddest of melodies.
Loud and off key,
Notes wavering, and uneven.
Voice quivering,
Fingers cracked and bleeding.
But I hope you know--
I sing for thee'.
As I'm forced to play for eternity.
903 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2010 1:14am
31st Mar 2010 1:14am
Consequences
Mind thy' tongue,
If ye' fear the consequences.
The devil herself see's it as a delicacy.
One to savor with her tea.
If ye' fear the consequences.
The devil herself see's it as a delicacy.
One to savor with her tea.
945 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2010 1:05am
15th Mar 2010 1:05am
Punishment
Punish me like I deserve.
For I've been a bad, bad girl.
Break my body bone by bone,
And if you don't I'll break my own.
See these scars--
I've scratched and clawed at my own skin.
Please help me feel alive again,
Cleanse me of an others sins.
For I've been a bad, bad girl.
Break my body bone by bone,
And if you don't I'll break my own.
See these scars--
I've scratched and clawed at my own skin.
Please help me feel alive again,
Cleanse me of an others sins.
943 reads
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