Submissions by CircleDanceSquared (AlyssaJane96)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My goal is to inspire someone, even if it's only myself.
One
two wires miss connecting,
two strangers sailing into separate seas,
two mountains made to never touch,
two leaves growing on different trees,
two bugs in separate cracks,
two doors in separate halls,
two phone calls made at 1am but your phone didn't ring at all,
two dreams that turned to nightmares,
two shots that turned to four,
two times my heart's been broken and
I can't take it anymore
two strangers sailing into separate seas,
two mountains made to never touch,
two leaves growing on different trees,
two bugs in separate cracks,
two doors in separate halls,
two phone calls made at 1am but your phone didn't ring at all,
two dreams that turned to nightmares,
two shots that turned to four,
two times my heart's been broken and
I can't take it anymore
#sadness
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
#alcohol
434 reads
1 Comment
Who's the Fool?
Be my distraction
Cremate my body and get high off the ashes
Slowly rob me of all my passion
Paint me into the villain while maniacally laughing
I'd buy every canvas if it meant your oasis
I'm seeking my soul in every one of your faces
I'd trade both my shoes for the knots in your laces
But the jokes on you
Im only a fool for heartache
Cremate my body and get high off the ashes
Slowly rob me of all my passion
Paint me into the villain while maniacally laughing
I'd buy every canvas if it meant your oasis
I'm seeking my soul in every one of your faces
I'd trade both my shoes for the knots in your laces
But the jokes on you
Im only a fool for heartache
#love
#breakup
#addiction
533 reads
1 Comment
Unworthy
Belittle me
reprimend me
you wholesome knight
provoke my scorpion's
jealousy
he fills me
with bittersweet
venom
as I evolve
into a
creature
of
the
night
reprimend me
you wholesome knight
provoke my scorpion's
jealousy
he fills me
with bittersweet
venom
as I evolve
into a
creature
of
the
night
805 reads
6 Comments
Yes, It Hurts
I've landed in
a mental space
that sometimes
makes me forget
my own face
I'll have to
touch the tips
of each of my
fingers
then do it again
I'll get so anxious
that I'll chew my
nails instead
until the nails are gone
and only red
remains
but the pain
is never permanent
I misspelled my
own name
and realized
nothing is
permanent
it hurts
doesn't it?
a mental space
that sometimes
makes me forget
my own face
I'll have to
touch the tips
of each of my
fingers
then do it again
I'll get so anxious
that I'll chew my
nails instead
until the nails are gone
and only red
remains
but the pain
is never permanent
I misspelled my
own name
and realized
nothing is
permanent
it hurts
doesn't it?
721 reads
5 Comments
Mind&Body Domination
She is my fuck toy
my little
subhuman
bitch
she begs
"Please!"
"Please degrade me!"
and believe me I did
I told her she would
never
amount
to
anything
only what I wished
a slut
a dirty
whore
and if she bore me
she wore my handprint
across her face
or a bruised necklace
where a cross used to hang
a plain
pretty
young girl
turned hellish
by my ways
...
my little
subhuman
bitch
she begs
"Please!"
"Please degrade me!"
and believe me I did
I told her she would
never
amount
to
anything
only what I wished
a slut
a dirty
whore
and if she bore me
she wore my handprint
across her face
or a bruised necklace
where a cross used to hang
a plain
pretty
young girl
turned hellish
by my ways
...
952 reads
11 Comments
Bitches
Itch a scratch
And scratch an itch
Bitches
Shoot to pass
And aim to miss
Bitches
Hate the truth
And love to lie
Bitch
You stole my heart
Go fucking die
And scratch an itch
Bitches
Shoot to pass
And aim to miss
Bitches
Hate the truth
And love to lie
Bitch
You stole my heart
Go fucking die
761 reads
3 Comments
My Coming of Age Poem(sorry it's so long)
Have I grown up
If I eat Froot Loops
in the bath tub
Watching Flapjack
Eating Big Macs with Sriracha
Mac-n-cheese with Sriracha
Just about anything with Sriracha on it
I gotcha back
and you can betcha sweet ass on it
Way back in class
I'd play with the bunsen burners
and hacky sacks
Now I'm paying taxes
and my boss is still giving me flack
Although I still enjoy the simple things
Like waking up in the morning
and releasing the massive
dam of piss I've been holding
Stretching and...
If I eat Froot Loops
in the bath tub
Watching Flapjack
Eating Big Macs with Sriracha
Mac-n-cheese with Sriracha
Just about anything with Sriracha on it
I gotcha back
and you can betcha sweet ass on it
Way back in class
I'd play with the bunsen burners
and hacky sacks
Now I'm paying taxes
and my boss is still giving me flack
Although I still enjoy the simple things
Like waking up in the morning
and releasing the massive
dam of piss I've been holding
Stretching and...
664 reads
1 Comment
Living Furniture
Are we but upholstery?
Bound in hardened skin
of leather
Stuffed with soft
plush down feathers
Longing the touch
of a stranger...
I think I just might be
upholstery
Bound in hardened skin
of leather
Stuffed with soft
plush down feathers
Longing the touch
of a stranger...
I think I just might be
upholstery
674 reads
3 Comments
String Theory
Be my distraction?
Cut me into fractions
Make me small
Then spread out my ashes
Get high off of Molly
Then fry out on Acid
Combine both our masses
and snuggle to Disney classics
Nothing quite relaxes me
Like deep conversation
and acoustic strings
We'll string theories up like
photographs,
of memories we've never had
And light lighters up like
fireflies,
to a night we hope never dies
Cut me into fractions
Make me small
Then spread out my ashes
Get high off of Molly
Then fry out on Acid
Combine both our masses
and snuggle to Disney classics
Nothing quite relaxes me
Like deep conversation
and acoustic strings
We'll string theories up like
photographs,
of memories we've never had
And light lighters up like
fireflies,
to a night we hope never dies
783 reads
5 Comments
Mother
Standing still I feel so free
caught inbetween who I am
and who I want to be
Study your waves
how you move your majesty
My mind ponders
thoughts of we
How are you?
I'll say out loud
but no one can hear me
How are you?
Mother, mother
don't you miss me
How are you?
I've been good
as of lately
But standing still I feel so free
caught inbetween who I was
and who I ought to be
Sending me signs
through these shapes of mystery
...
caught inbetween who I am
and who I want to be
Study your waves
how you move your majesty
My mind ponders
thoughts of we
How are you?
I'll say out loud
but no one can hear me
How are you?
Mother, mother
don't you miss me
How are you?
I've been good
as of lately
But standing still I feel so free
caught inbetween who I was
and who I ought to be
Sending me signs
through these shapes of mystery
...
577 reads
3 Comments
!*?
Distortion
my memories are wiped clean
Distortion
reality is a dream
down
down
down
we go
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
I get high again
same old thoughts
inside my head
my skin dams
my blood
but I am breaking
from this flood
who am I again?
who have I already been?
how did I get here?
what are we doing here?
Distortion
reality is a dream
...
my memories are wiped clean
Distortion
reality is a dream
down
down
down
we go
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
I get high again
same old thoughts
inside my head
my skin dams
my blood
but I am breaking
from this flood
who am I again?
who have I already been?
how did I get here?
what are we doing here?
Distortion
reality is a dream
...
699 reads
3 Comments
Broken House
Everyone that looked at her fell in love
her smile was warmer
than the sun above
but a girl like that
you can't hold forever
so we built a house
for the stormy weather
and in the blink of an eye
it was years down the road
we watched our sisters grow up
and the dogs get old
the storm did come
and we fell apart
but our broken house
remained in our hearts
new lovers showed up
and knocked on our doors
but just know that my house
will always be yours
her smile was warmer
than the sun above
but a girl like that
you can't hold forever
so we built a house
for the stormy weather
and in the blink of an eye
it was years down the road
we watched our sisters grow up
and the dogs get old
the storm did come
and we fell apart
but our broken house
remained in our hearts
new lovers showed up
and knocked on our doors
but just know that my house
will always be yours
676 reads
1 Comment
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