Submissions by DarkPandorasKnight
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I once sat on a boulder in the middle of a paddock on a hot, sunny day and let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream, a sigh, a whimper and a cry. I dedicate all of my poems to finding, verbalising and feeling that feeling again.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2018 10:56am
12th Feb 2018 10:56am
My School
At my school boys convince themselves they're black enough to hide in their own shadows.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2018 1:42am
11th Feb 2018 1:42am
(Un?)Defeated
I've heard stories of girls who waited past midnight.
I've heard the tales of women who won't leave.
I've heard the alto smothered by the tenor,
the woman behind the man.
The woman behind the man.
I've heard my friends ringtone at two in the morning.
I've heard uneasy silence at the end of a phone call.
I've heard conversations he didn't want to be heard.
I've been followed and watched,
I've been the unwilling fantasy of much, much older men,
I've been the one to walk on the outside of the footpath to take the yells. ...
I've heard the tales of women who won't leave.
I've heard the alto smothered by the tenor,
the woman behind the man.
The woman behind the man.
I've heard my friends ringtone at two in the morning.
I've heard uneasy silence at the end of a phone call.
I've heard conversations he didn't want to be heard.
I've been followed and watched,
I've been the unwilling fantasy of much, much older men,
I've been the one to walk on the outside of the footpath to take the yells. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2018 11:22am
16th Jan 2018 11:22am
Incomprehensible
And I’m full of sentences.
Sentences, sentences.
And sentences beginning.
With, and. And sentences.
I am unfinished in the
Bestest? Worstest? Of ways.
I am incomplete in a
Broken off kind of…
And I’m really quite strange
and strangling and strangest.
That strange anything that could
Hap’ between two strangers.
Sentences, sentences.
And sentences beginning.
With, and. And sentences.
I am unfinished in the
Bestest? Worstest? Of ways.
I am incomplete in a
Broken off kind of…
And I’m really quite strange
and strangling and strangest.
That strange anything that could
Hap’ between two strangers.
#identity
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2018 11:39am
4th Jan 2018 11:39am
Last Month
I think my favourite moment
was the day I realised I didn't have to be over us
to be over you.
I can still wish for what we had
without you in the picture
and that makes me so happy
That I could write a poem...
was the day I realised I didn't have to be over us
to be over you.
I can still wish for what we had
without you in the picture
and that makes me so happy
That I could write a poem...
#courage
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2018 12:12pm
2nd Jan 2018 12:12pm
The Next One
I hope you still taste like my name,
and the memory of me echoes down the throat
of whoever kisses you next.
I hope your tongue still dances as sweet,
and when it tangoes with the next,
they'll be lessons I taught it.
I hope your teeth still have as harsh a bite.
why should you lave less pain on another
whilst your lips still flap?
and the memory of me echoes down the throat
of whoever kisses you next.
I hope your tongue still dances as sweet,
and when it tangoes with the next,
they'll be lessons I taught it.
I hope your teeth still have as harsh a bite.
why should you lave less pain on another
whilst your lips still flap?
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2017 1:23am
15th Nov 2017 1:23am
P!nk Got it Right
You know, P!nk got it right.
Why did I ever like you?
Words I used to hang stars from
Wrists I used to bandage in love and support
Hands I held with the reverence of a devoted follower
Eyes I used to trap myself in
don't appeal.
Where does that go?
Your mystery, your beauty, your rough
has the distance made me blind?
Or was the closeness the mistake?
The absence of feeling scares me.
I used to think that you were the be all and end all
what is and was and ever was to be
You were it.
And now you aren't. ...
Why did I ever like you?
Words I used to hang stars from
Wrists I used to bandage in love and support
Hands I held with the reverence of a devoted follower
Eyes I used to trap myself in
don't appeal.
Where does that go?
Your mystery, your beauty, your rough
has the distance made me blind?
Or was the closeness the mistake?
The absence of feeling scares me.
I used to think that you were the be all and end all
what is and was and ever was to be
You were it.
And now you aren't. ...
#apathy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 1:12am
10th Nov 2017 1:12am
Passingly Suicidal
My name is Passingly Suicidal.
I never really want to
except when I'm staring into the ceiling
or the sky
or the bottle
at the end of another day
walking past a man trimming hedges
praying the shears would fall just so
land
in my shoulder, neck, chest, heart
dead.
My name is Passingly Suicidal
because I'm never really dead
just lifeless
hugging onto a hollow chunk of dead hair
and spellbound dresses
and too-tight bras
and lipstick spears
daggers of eyeliner and eyebrow pencils
jagged...
I never really want to
except when I'm staring into the ceiling
or the sky
or the bottle
at the end of another day
walking past a man trimming hedges
praying the shears would fall just so
land
in my shoulder, neck, chest, heart
dead.
My name is Passingly Suicidal
because I'm never really dead
just lifeless
hugging onto a hollow chunk of dead hair
and spellbound dresses
and too-tight bras
and lipstick spears
daggers of eyeliner and eyebrow pencils
jagged...
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #FeelingLost
#MentalHealth #FeelingLost
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 5:17am
24th Oct 2017 5:17am
Sensory
I am the dirt under her fingernails.
She picks me away from where I cling to her
trying to hide how close I want to be
trying to make myself smaller
less visible
in still wanting her.
I am the uneven part where the comb missed at the back of her head
Probably around every third day or so
when she gets so tired her arms don't want to reach out.
I stand out once you notice me
but I don't really matter.
I am the leftover smell of a scented bin bag
No purpose, really, until I'm needed
No real appreciation warranted ...
She picks me away from where I cling to her
trying to hide how close I want to be
trying to make myself smaller
less visible
in still wanting her.
I am the uneven part where the comb missed at the back of her head
Probably around every third day or so
when she gets so tired her arms don't want to reach out.
I stand out once you notice me
but I don't really matter.
I am the leftover smell of a scented bin bag
No purpose, really, until I'm needed
No real appreciation warranted ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#greed
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2017 00:43am
20th Oct 2017 00:43am
Adolescence in a Sound
If my head had a soundtrack, it'd probably be a voice break.
Immature change of intonation
Unexpected, unwanted, and so embarrassing!
Have you ever had a voice break in front of a bunch of people?
Like,
Insano type amounts of people
Like a hundred.
No?
Good.
Because you freeze up and go all clammy and you wonder if maybe they can see how fast your pulse is racing too.
Your mouth tastes like blood
Because
You just showed the whole world
Just how immature
And unwanted
And unneeded
And so embarrassing
Your...
Immature change of intonation
Unexpected, unwanted, and so embarrassing!
Have you ever had a voice break in front of a bunch of people?
Like,
Insano type amounts of people
Like a hundred.
No?
Good.
Because you freeze up and go all clammy and you wonder if maybe they can see how fast your pulse is racing too.
Your mouth tastes like blood
Because
You just showed the whole world
Just how immature
And unwanted
And unneeded
And so embarrassing
Your...
#anxiety
#identity
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2017 00:40am
20th Oct 2017 00:40am
Hands Clasped like Bracelets of Misfortune
Split nails and ponytail eyes,
a disastrous beast are you.
Flow from my tongue-stained lips,
o treasure of adolescent praise.
Let neither colour nor contact dim your darkness,
that bright, meaningless condolence
that subdued nod of straightened head
that wet-cardboard-carrying, shoulder-bent groan.
Split nails and ponytail eyes,
wag your serpent tongue at me,
slick flesh meeting air in sensuous dance
fingertips touching teasing keys, like lovers.
Split nails and ponytail eyes,
your words are soft and tremulous,...
a disastrous beast are you.
Flow from my tongue-stained lips,
o treasure of adolescent praise.
Let neither colour nor contact dim your darkness,
that bright, meaningless condolence
that subdued nod of straightened head
that wet-cardboard-carrying, shoulder-bent groan.
Split nails and ponytail eyes,
wag your serpent tongue at me,
slick flesh meeting air in sensuous dance
fingertips touching teasing keys, like lovers.
Split nails and ponytail eyes,
your words are soft and tremulous,...
#LifeCycle
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2017 11:30pm
26th Sep 2017 11:30pm
Just Because
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that I'm angry or bitter.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my fingernails itch to scratch your face, to leave a mark on your flesh to remind you each time you see it that I was one crazy bitch and you were lucky to get out.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that I wear shorter skirts and parade my arse around like subclass livestock begging for one last shot at the halter
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my head becomes anything but my own to decipher and to heal.
Just because...
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my fingernails itch to scratch your face, to leave a mark on your flesh to remind you each time you see it that I was one crazy bitch and you were lucky to get out.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that I wear shorter skirts and parade my arse around like subclass livestock begging for one last shot at the halter
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my head becomes anything but my own to decipher and to heal.
Just because...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2017 4:16am
25th Sep 2017 4:16am
To Write
This is an ugly poem
don't try and look for beauty
I'm filling up my hours
of my daily writing duty.
My hands demand of me a solid hour every day
a time to sit alone and think of things
to feel exactly what it is i want to say
(even though it's often stupid and stilted, like this one)
My fingers like to strum the keys
they like to hold a pen.
The feel of ink against their skin
is their kind of zen.
They flow against the paper with the familiarity of lovers
they fix mistakes and write them out
I wish I had...
don't try and look for beauty
I'm filling up my hours
of my daily writing duty.
My hands demand of me a solid hour every day
a time to sit alone and think of things
to feel exactly what it is i want to say
(even though it's often stupid and stilted, like this one)
My fingers like to strum the keys
they like to hold a pen.
The feel of ink against their skin
is their kind of zen.
They flow against the paper with the familiarity of lovers
they fix mistakes and write them out
I wish I had...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
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