Submissions by ChemicalRose (Meguana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One day I'll be famous. It'll last longer than temporary... And you'll find out about my fame, when you stumble across my name... listed in the obituary
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 3:16am
11th Oct 2019 3:16am
Gnashing Teeth and a Thrashing Heart
I held out my hand, a heart in the palm
Beating and fresh, steady and calm
Sniffing it, inspecting the delicacy
You hold it under a facade of words.
I’m enticed and intrigued, but there is no need
For me to keep this heart of mine
I handed it to you, soft and sweet
It danced to the rhythmic of each little beat
But you, foul creature
Have bitten it clean
Blood billowing out like thick, scarlet smoke
Dripping and dripping, pooling from beneath
The heart lays swollen and still
I’m gasping, this mustn’t be true
You...
Beating and fresh, steady and calm
Sniffing it, inspecting the delicacy
You hold it under a facade of words.
I’m enticed and intrigued, but there is no need
For me to keep this heart of mine
I handed it to you, soft and sweet
It danced to the rhythmic of each little beat
But you, foul creature
Have bitten it clean
Blood billowing out like thick, scarlet smoke
Dripping and dripping, pooling from beneath
The heart lays swollen and still
I’m gasping, this mustn’t be true
You...
#love
#heartbroken
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 5:51pm
25th Sep 2019 5:51pm
Open Fire
The first one broke the window
The sound of the fire alarm emits over the shrieks and squeals
Shards of glass are flown around the atmosphere
Oh dear, oh dear it’s like violent fireflies
Out for blood and out to crush
But one fire just wasn’t enough.
A second wave of retribution and repulse whirls toward the door
Leave, leave now
Before it’s too late!
The bone to pick with the local bully
Ended up telling the messiest of stories.
Number three went down like a domino
With a bang and a scream
This is no fucking dream...
The sound of the fire alarm emits over the shrieks and squeals
Shards of glass are flown around the atmosphere
Oh dear, oh dear it’s like violent fireflies
Out for blood and out to crush
But one fire just wasn’t enough.
A second wave of retribution and repulse whirls toward the door
Leave, leave now
Before it’s too late!
The bone to pick with the local bully
Ended up telling the messiest of stories.
Number three went down like a domino
With a bang and a scream
This is no fucking dream...
#violence
#GunControl
#school #tragedy
#school #tragedy
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2019 7:22pm
21st Sep 2019 7:22pm
The Reflection
Her long legs slowly make their way to the maroon chair in the corner of the room. She walks with pride. Her heels click and clatter with intent. She pushes the soft chair with the tip of her toe, as the furniture piece shifts up next to me awkwardly. I look away, hoping to delay the upcoming conversation.
My eyes dart around the room, from portrait to portrait; unfamiliar acrylic faces dance across the room. The room is dim. The only lighting in the room is the small overhead light in the center of the room, and her cigarette. My eyes flicker to her lips, a cigarette poking from...
My eyes dart around the room, from portrait to portrait; unfamiliar acrylic faces dance across the room. The room is dim. The only lighting in the room is the small overhead light in the center of the room, and her cigarette. My eyes flicker to her lips, a cigarette poking from...
#love
#loneliness
#acceptance
447 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2019 3:41pm
21st Aug 2019 3:41pm
Bedsplatter
Purity, saturation, the contamination of colours
Fiber-optic fingertips, a warmth emitting light
Speckled across the paint chips layered onto your nails
Peel back the paint
Like the wallpaper of your old bedroom
Give it life, revitalize the wood panelling from centuries ago
The colour splatters onto the walls
A replicated canvas of your teenage years
Layer after layer, you coat the past with new paint
Waiting for the mural to dry, as if you were waiting for a good thing to come
But nothing will come while you stare at the walls
So go...
Fiber-optic fingertips, a warmth emitting light
Speckled across the paint chips layered onto your nails
Peel back the paint
Like the wallpaper of your old bedroom
Give it life, revitalize the wood panelling from centuries ago
The colour splatters onto the walls
A replicated canvas of your teenage years
Layer after layer, you coat the past with new paint
Waiting for the mural to dry, as if you were waiting for a good thing to come
But nothing will come while you stare at the walls
So go...
#uplifting
483 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2019 4:41pm
13th Aug 2019 4:41pm
Weigh Down
On the shore of the sea, a lady strolls
In search of the shiniest shells
To bring back home, a token to remember her journey
Tucked in her pocket,
Her hands cannot stop it,
Acting upon the whispering of the waves
Rewiring the circuit board of her brain
She was always short a circuit or two, they said
Embedded in her mind, the words would sink in
Sinking into her thoughts,
She’s thinking and thinking but never to a halt
A train of memories, a stroll with strife
Crashing into her heart, it cuts like a knife
A mother to her...
In search of the shiniest shells
To bring back home, a token to remember her journey
Tucked in her pocket,
Her hands cannot stop it,
Acting upon the whispering of the waves
Rewiring the circuit board of her brain
She was always short a circuit or two, they said
Embedded in her mind, the words would sink in
Sinking into her thoughts,
She’s thinking and thinking but never to a halt
A train of memories, a stroll with strife
Crashing into her heart, it cuts like a knife
A mother to her...
#anxiety
421 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2019 4:38pm
13th Aug 2019 4:38pm
A Gem of A Genie
A gem of a genie, such a perfect find!
Bestow upon me the glory of a single desire.
For thrice is too much for my humble heart.
It starts with a story.
A story of silence. Peering over her glasses, her green eyes stare into my irises. Soft, brown waves tangle around her shoulders. The ends of her curls are faded from gold, as if her hair had been kissed by the sunlight. A faint, scribbling noise emits from her fingertips. She’s writing. What her pen has to bleed out, however, is unknown.
She pauses, as if contemplating her thoughts. It’s remarkable, how her...
Bestow upon me the glory of a single desire.
For thrice is too much for my humble heart.
It starts with a story.
A story of silence. Peering over her glasses, her green eyes stare into my irises. Soft, brown waves tangle around her shoulders. The ends of her curls are faded from gold, as if her hair had been kissed by the sunlight. A faint, scribbling noise emits from her fingertips. She’s writing. What her pen has to bleed out, however, is unknown.
She pauses, as if contemplating her thoughts. It’s remarkable, how her...
#love
348 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Mar 2018 7:18pm
30th Mar 2018 7:18pm
What Loneliness Feels Like
Have you ever just felt like your entire world just crumbled down to nothing?
It’s like the little stump of scented wax finally dissipated
Into the small, metallic sconce of your favourite candle.
You begin to reminisce and reflect;
Looking back on the memories of that beloved candle
How on the gloomy, rainy days
You would kneel next to the windowsill and watch
The wax drip down the candle, slowly cooling
As it runs down to the holding plate
But the candle is now gone, and it cannot be replaced
For the memories of that...
It’s like the little stump of scented wax finally dissipated
Into the small, metallic sconce of your favourite candle.
You begin to reminisce and reflect;
Looking back on the memories of that beloved candle
How on the gloomy, rainy days
You would kneel next to the windowsill and watch
The wax drip down the candle, slowly cooling
As it runs down to the holding plate
But the candle is now gone, and it cannot be replaced
For the memories of that...
#sadness
#loneliness
551 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2018 00:35am
5th Mar 2018 00:35am
The Cassette Tape
An old, clunky truck drives down the highway,
Both windows slightly rolled down as the wind surges into the interior
I study the crack of separation between the glass and and the roof
Admiring the amount of colour that small section possesses
My gaze turns to the center, where I notice the small, black tree
That hangs from the rearview mirror,
Filling up the vehicle with a masculine scent.
I watch it move and sway with each and every turn;
How it’s always carried by everything around it,
Much like myself.
I gaze past the dashboard...
Both windows slightly rolled down as the wind surges into the interior
I study the crack of separation between the glass and and the roof
Admiring the amount of colour that small section possesses
My gaze turns to the center, where I notice the small, black tree
That hangs from the rearview mirror,
Filling up the vehicle with a masculine scent.
I watch it move and sway with each and every turn;
How it’s always carried by everything around it,
Much like myself.
I gaze past the dashboard...
#sadness
501 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2018 11:57pm
28th Jan 2018 11:57pm
The Structure and the Dustpan
I worked hard.
I worked hard to build this structure.
Created from chaos and an ultimatum,
It is a beautiful work of art
However, it is fragile.
Strong and sturdy at first, but after some time
It lost its strength.
The structure is still surviving, but it’s not as powerful and confident as it once was.
I wasn’t the only one who built this.
No, no.
It takes two to form this arrangement of memories.
And I’m glad that you built it with me.
However, there was another involved
So it’s two plus one more ...
I worked hard to build this structure.
Created from chaos and an ultimatum,
It is a beautiful work of art
However, it is fragile.
Strong and sturdy at first, but after some time
It lost its strength.
The structure is still surviving, but it’s not as powerful and confident as it once was.
I wasn’t the only one who built this.
No, no.
It takes two to form this arrangement of memories.
And I’m glad that you built it with me.
However, there was another involved
So it’s two plus one more ...
#relationships
505 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2018 2:17pm
19th Jan 2018 2:17pm
At The Bottom of The Ocean
A winter snowstorm might seem unbearable,
But nothing is as bad as being at the bottom of the ocean.
At first I thought I was drowning.
My oxygen was gone, my heart felt cold
Losing it’s warmth as each second went by
Tick
Tock
Tickity
Tock
The water pours into my brain
And grabs onto my thoughts
Relinquishing them of all of their warmth.
Their passion.
The cold waves whisked away any sense of dignity and security I’ve ever felt.
The ocean left me empty.
People seem to always talk...
But nothing is as bad as being at the bottom of the ocean.
At first I thought I was drowning.
My oxygen was gone, my heart felt cold
Losing it’s warmth as each second went by
Tick
Tock
Tickity
Tock
The water pours into my brain
And grabs onto my thoughts
Relinquishing them of all of their warmth.
Their passion.
The cold waves whisked away any sense of dignity and security I’ve ever felt.
The ocean left me empty.
People seem to always talk...
#LifeChangingMoment
670 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2017 10:21pm
9th Dec 2017 10:21pm
The Stand-Alone Flower
Such a pretty arrangement
Of soft, velvet petals
A sweet and pleasant smell radiating
The only thing
About this pretty flower
Is that it was always by itself.
It lived within a never-ending cell
Of isolation and loneliness.
Was there a point in staying
If there was no one to observe such a delicate blossom ?
It was almost as if this flower
Was in its own bubble.
Isolated from the world.
Not even the clouds
Paid any sort of attention
To me.
Even the ground below
Seemed to...
Of soft, velvet petals
A sweet and pleasant smell radiating
The only thing
About this pretty flower
Is that it was always by itself.
It lived within a never-ending cell
Of isolation and loneliness.
Was there a point in staying
If there was no one to observe such a delicate blossom ?
It was almost as if this flower
Was in its own bubble.
Isolated from the world.
Not even the clouds
Paid any sort of attention
To me.
Even the ground below
Seemed to...
#PopCulture
632 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2017 1:38pm
29th Nov 2017 1:38pm
Broken Mirror
I trace my finger
Along the thin, jagged lines
It’s hard, solid and sharp
It feels so rugged
However
It looks like it's the recreation
Of a spider web.
A glass spider web
Full of malice intent.
However,
It looks so sweet
So sincere
So comforting.
Oh, how I wish to create the same spiderweb
Upon my forearm.
I would like to admire
The creation
Of a broken mirror’s demise.
Why has the mirror been broken?
Because I got tired.
I got tired of looking at my reflection
I...
Along the thin, jagged lines
It’s hard, solid and sharp
It feels so rugged
However
It looks like it's the recreation
Of a spider web.
A glass spider web
Full of malice intent.
However,
It looks so sweet
So sincere
So comforting.
Oh, how I wish to create the same spiderweb
Upon my forearm.
I would like to admire
The creation
Of a broken mirror’s demise.
Why has the mirror been broken?
Because I got tired.
I got tired of looking at my reflection
I...
#rejection
#dark
#tragedy
#despair
#suffering
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