Submissions by Cmei-leeC
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2020 6:47am
7th Nov 2020 6:47am
Purple
Can’t simply spite Ms. Merica
because you hate her spouse.
Her voice was written
years ago,
yet still she has no mouth
to tell you
that she hates him too.
She knows that he’s deranged.
No ring exchanged,
no bended knee,
this marriage was arranged.
because you hate her spouse.
Her voice was written
years ago,
yet still she has no mouth
to tell you
that she hates him too.
She knows that he’s deranged.
No ring exchanged,
no bended knee,
this marriage was arranged.
#choices
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2020 4:37am
3rd Nov 2020 4:37am
Feltergone
No rays of sun come creeping here.
The cold sets in your skin.
Hollow, without echo,
Nothing resonates within.
No beauty has the light to shine
No richness in the soil.
No here,
Nor there, water I swear
Won’t even freeze or boil.
Maybe I have spoke too soon
My song too quickly sung
I swear that there’s some type of bird there
Basking in the sun
I go to get a closer look and I’ll be fucking damned
That bird, is just so beautiful it’s more than I can stand.
Sing to me a melody,
by which I’ll be enthralled. ...
The cold sets in your skin.
Hollow, without echo,
Nothing resonates within.
No beauty has the light to shine
No richness in the soil.
No here,
Nor there, water I swear
Won’t even freeze or boil.
Maybe I have spoke too soon
My song too quickly sung
I swear that there’s some type of bird there
Basking in the sun
I go to get a closer look and I’ll be fucking damned
That bird, is just so beautiful it’s more than I can stand.
Sing to me a melody,
by which I’ll be enthralled. ...
#apathy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2020 11:10pm
30th Oct 2020 11:10pm
Dizzy (excerpt)
Speeding ‘round with windows down,
when yesterday was cold.
There’s nothing like a brand new smell
amidst the air of old.
When life’s outdone,
no longer fun,
it gets to be robotic.
I’m drowning in a pool of whiskey,
craving vodka tonic...
when yesterday was cold.
There’s nothing like a brand new smell
amidst the air of old.
When life’s outdone,
no longer fun,
it gets to be robotic.
I’m drowning in a pool of whiskey,
craving vodka tonic...
#apathy
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2020 10:53pm
30th Oct 2020 10:53pm
My Vanity (partial)
.. This blaming game is my protection
glazing over my reflection,
when the cause to my demise was not the mirror
But,
My eyes...
I’ll admit, I think I’m sick.
And don’t want to get better.
This bitch will be the death of me.
And I am going to let her.
Couldn’t stand a single pound be added to the frame,
Would sooner eat my finger and then tell her she’s to blame...
glazing over my reflection,
when the cause to my demise was not the mirror
But,
My eyes...
I’ll admit, I think I’m sick.
And don’t want to get better.
This bitch will be the death of me.
And I am going to let her.
Couldn’t stand a single pound be added to the frame,
Would sooner eat my finger and then tell her she’s to blame...
#love
#SelfReflection
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2020 2:24am
29th Oct 2020 2:24am
Passionista
I care not, for fickle “things”
though, “fickle”, I have been...
So be divine, sweet clementine,
be sinister as sin...
Play the martyr,
or the muse,
be late in timely fashion...
I care not,
for Fickle Things
but, care
do I
for passion.
though, “fickle”, I have been...
So be divine, sweet clementine,
be sinister as sin...
Play the martyr,
or the muse,
be late in timely fashion...
I care not,
for Fickle Things
but, care
do I
for passion.
#passion
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