Submissions by Clairent
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
4th May 2010 1:06am
4th May 2010 1:06am
Let's Be Systematic Here...
"I
just
can't
lose
him!"
Oh, he's gone, baby doll. Long gone.
"What's
wrong
with
me?"
Do you want the short list or the long,
psychotic little liar.
"I'm
not
good
enough!"
For him? No, you're not.
You hurt
lied to
psychologically abused him.
"I
thought
you
were
my
friend!"
I thought you were human.
just
can't
lose
him!"
Oh, he's gone, baby doll. Long gone.
"What's
wrong
with
me?"
Do you want the short list or the long,
psychotic little liar.
"I'm
not
good
enough!"
For him? No, you're not.
You hurt
lied to
psychologically abused him.
"I
thought
you
were
my
friend!"
I thought you were human.
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2010 10:28pm
22nd Mar 2010 10:28pm
My Best Friend's Girl
If arrogance is a wall,
consider her the cornerstone.
Pursed mouth,
raised brows,
painted with self-righteousness
and dripping patronizing smiles.
Hypocrisy embodied,
the girl is a child
and considers the world a toy.
consider her the cornerstone.
Pursed mouth,
raised brows,
painted with self-righteousness
and dripping patronizing smiles.
Hypocrisy embodied,
the girl is a child
and considers the world a toy.
1144 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2010 1:31am
15th Mar 2010 1:31am
Life is Just Show Business
It's three a.m. again,
and the circus in my head
has not slowed.
It's in complete chaos.
Trapezes are breaking,
fake guns are smoking,
and knife throwers
are pinning dancers to the tent's beams.
The audience shrieks,
strapped to their chairs,
begging the ringmaster
to make the murder stop
as clowns lay waste
to the first few rows.
But the ringmaster
is just curled up in a ball,
in the middle of it all,
caressing a gun.
The safety's on,
he's not ready to shoot;
he's just exploring the possibilities.
and the circus in my head
has not slowed.
It's in complete chaos.
Trapezes are breaking,
fake guns are smoking,
and knife throwers
are pinning dancers to the tent's beams.
The audience shrieks,
strapped to their chairs,
begging the ringmaster
to make the murder stop
as clowns lay waste
to the first few rows.
But the ringmaster
is just curled up in a ball,
in the middle of it all,
caressing a gun.
The safety's on,
he's not ready to shoot;
he's just exploring the possibilities.
962 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2010 10:27pm
14th Mar 2010 10:27pm
Let's Be Rational
I'm not a mini-Shakespeare.
I probably won't write you pages of verse.
It's doubtful I'll ever vocalize
how I love your Joker-slash smile
and the way sunlight hits your eyes,
dancing with the yellow lancing through the blue.
I might never say how I love the way
your arms fit 'round my waist,
the same place each time,
or how I live for those car rides
when I hear you sing,
and you think I'm not listening.
I'll never promise you forever.
All I can give is this hour, this night.
All I can say is that right now,
I do...
I probably won't write you pages of verse.
It's doubtful I'll ever vocalize
how I love your Joker-slash smile
and the way sunlight hits your eyes,
dancing with the yellow lancing through the blue.
I might never say how I love the way
your arms fit 'round my waist,
the same place each time,
or how I live for those car rides
when I hear you sing,
and you think I'm not listening.
I'll never promise you forever.
All I can give is this hour, this night.
All I can say is that right now,
I do...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#honesty
#boyfriend
1295 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 8:14pm
7th Mar 2010 8:14pm
Leaving
The kids on a sea cliff.
Three futures.
Three dreams.
Three minds.
Three bodies on the edge,
staring at the stars.
One sits down,
content to stay there
watching sunsets
and seeing others live.
Another starts walking,
close enough to see over
but too far to trip,
just biding his time,
the calculated risk taker.
The third kisses them goodbye,
takes a step back,
and throws herself off,
praying to grow wings,
because hope and air
are all that's left,
and faith is feathering her back.
Three futures.
Three dreams.
Three minds.
Three bodies on the edge,
staring at the stars.
One sits down,
content to stay there
watching sunsets
and seeing others live.
Another starts walking,
close enough to see over
but too far to trip,
just biding his time,
the calculated risk taker.
The third kisses them goodbye,
takes a step back,
and throws herself off,
praying to grow wings,
because hope and air
are all that's left,
and faith is feathering her back.
1114 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 8:07pm
7th Mar 2010 8:07pm
The Brain, the Boy, and the Bomb
Obnoxious girl,
provocative girl,
you're prancing around
lighting fuses
you can't see the end of.
You hurt me.
Fine.
I'll deal.
But it didn't end there, did it?
You hurt him.
You bait him,
then you turn around
and
can't
keep
...
provocative girl,
you're prancing around
lighting fuses
you can't see the end of.
You hurt me.
Fine.
I'll deal.
But it didn't end there, did it?
You hurt him.
You bait him,
then you turn around
and
can't
keep
...
901 reads
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