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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2017 6:21am
24th Sep 2017 6:21am
TOO MUCH
Do you ever feel so much that your fingertips itch to write
but when you sit
down
down at you keyboard
and stare at your tapdancing hands
you find it impossible
to write a fucking word
because all you feel
is intense.
but when you sit
down
down at you keyboard
and stare at your tapdancing hands
you find it impossible
to write a fucking word
because all you feel
is intense.
#conflict
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2017 11:36am
23rd Sep 2017 11:36am
Faceless Girl
Imagining you with faceless girl is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Faceless girl holds your hand, the sleeve of your big green jacket getting in the way at first.
Faceless girl laughs at something you say as you walk.
Faceless girl tucks her arms around your waist and pulls you close between steps.
Your arm settles around her shoulders and you rest your cheek on her hair.
Faceless girl pulls back and smiles that kiss me smile and you grin and oblige.
Faceless girl presses her palms against your chest
Faceless girl holds you
Faceless girl feels your...
Faceless girl holds your hand, the sleeve of your big green jacket getting in the way at first.
Faceless girl laughs at something you say as you walk.
Faceless girl tucks her arms around your waist and pulls you close between steps.
Your arm settles around her shoulders and you rest your cheek on her hair.
Faceless girl pulls back and smiles that kiss me smile and you grin and oblige.
Faceless girl presses her palms against your chest
Faceless girl holds you
Faceless girl feels your...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 6:55am
22nd Sep 2017 6:55am
Burning Bridges Falling Down...
Your face is my latched-on ghost
It haunts me at unguarded times.
Your eyes stare into mine when I blink
your tongue strokes mine when I breathe
You hand brushes my jaw when I speak
and I wonder when I'll be free.
I can smell your skin when I walk
Feel your hair in my fingers
feel your hands on my waist when I stand
Feel your arms around me
feel your warmth against my chest
and I wonder when I'll be free.
It's bittersweet, this love.
It tastes like you did when things got...
intimate.
I bared...
It haunts me at unguarded times.
Your eyes stare into mine when I blink
your tongue strokes mine when I breathe
You hand brushes my jaw when I speak
and I wonder when I'll be free.
I can smell your skin when I walk
Feel your hair in my fingers
feel your hands on my waist when I stand
Feel your arms around me
feel your warmth against my chest
and I wonder when I'll be free.
It's bittersweet, this love.
It tastes like you did when things got...
intimate.
I bared...
#lust
#sexy
#temptation
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2017 1:07pm
21st Sep 2017 1:07pm
You become agony in a matter of minutes
Everything reminds me of you.
You've been on my bed
lain on my sheets
rest your hesd on my pillow
hugged me in front of the cupboard
stood in front of my desk
been in the bathroom
walked through the dining room
been in the pstio
been to the shops
been down the creek
sat with me at the playground
kissed me on the path
called me at the park
walked down my road
held my hand to my house
kissed me at the scoreboard
crossed the road with me
walked to the street with me
been to school with me
been to...
You've been on my bed
lain on my sheets
rest your hesd on my pillow
hugged me in front of the cupboard
stood in front of my desk
been in the bathroom
walked through the dining room
been in the pstio
been to the shops
been down the creek
sat with me at the playground
kissed me on the path
called me at the park
walked down my road
held my hand to my house
kissed me at the scoreboard
crossed the road with me
walked to the street with me
been to school with me
been to...
#heartbroken
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2017 1:04am
21st Sep 2017 1:04am
Cold
I feel too much and too little at the same time.
I get it
that's confusing.
I feel too much and too little at the same time
because I can turn my heart on and off
and no
you don't know the switch.
It's a rusty old mechanism with creaking old cogs
It's rusted up to buggeree and hardly moves at all
if you touch it, it might break
if you oil it, it'll fall
and if you flick it off and on, it slowly sticks in place.
It's gummed up with the tar of all the tears I've let fall
It's tightened by the feelings I refuse to feel at all ...
I get it
that's confusing.
I feel too much and too little at the same time
because I can turn my heart on and off
and no
you don't know the switch.
It's a rusty old mechanism with creaking old cogs
It's rusted up to buggeree and hardly moves at all
if you touch it, it might break
if you oil it, it'll fall
and if you flick it off and on, it slowly sticks in place.
It's gummed up with the tar of all the tears I've let fall
It's tightened by the feelings I refuse to feel at all ...
#collaboration
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 1:51am
14th Sep 2017 1:51am
School Dance
I don't like school dancing.
Circle dances where I have to touch and be touched by a bunch of sweaty guys I don't know.
How fucking appealing.
And then we have to tango,
where I lunge into the embrace of a man I don't want to be touched by
his hand tight on my crawling flesh
my hand trapped in the cage of his
legs locked in a quick, seductive dance I want no part in.
Slow stepping into each other, too close for comfort.
I don't want to dance.
Not with him
or any of these people.
I'm not one to lunge, to slowly step into him, to have...
Circle dances where I have to touch and be touched by a bunch of sweaty guys I don't know.
How fucking appealing.
And then we have to tango,
where I lunge into the embrace of a man I don't want to be touched by
his hand tight on my crawling flesh
my hand trapped in the cage of his
legs locked in a quick, seductive dance I want no part in.
Slow stepping into each other, too close for comfort.
I don't want to dance.
Not with him
or any of these people.
I'm not one to lunge, to slowly step into him, to have...
#LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 1:09am
14th Sep 2017 1:09am
Counting Down the Breaths
It hung there on the wall counting breaths, faithless of the next ever coming
a faceless enigma of interpretation waiting for an improbability.
How quaint.
It's the rise of sun in the north western quadrant
the sun burning like a blazing, bleeding she-devil over the sands.
A breath?
A beat?
A single tear from the closed eye of the dead and buried
her salt soaks the earth with the derision of ill-timed knowledge.
And none.
Breaking from the everyday heat and stench,
Fetidness coats your tongue, matted spit on your...
a faceless enigma of interpretation waiting for an improbability.
How quaint.
It's the rise of sun in the north western quadrant
the sun burning like a blazing, bleeding she-devil over the sands.
A breath?
A beat?
A single tear from the closed eye of the dead and buried
her salt soaks the earth with the derision of ill-timed knowledge.
And none.
Breaking from the everyday heat and stench,
Fetidness coats your tongue, matted spit on your...
#PopCulture
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Sep 2017 6:46am
13th Sep 2017 6:46am
Smoke Out
I broke my headphones.
Usually I walk to where I need to go
I can't stand the car where it's crowded and loud
with parents and sibling
and questions I don't want to answer
and escapes I can't take.
I broke my fucking headphones.
Usually I walk where I need to go.
Headphones in.
Head down. Or up, if I'm feeling defiant.
Music loud enough to drown out my head
and it calms me down enough for the day.
But I broke my fucking headphones.
And now my head's a battleground
thoughts like bees screaming...
Usually I walk to where I need to go
I can't stand the car where it's crowded and loud
with parents and sibling
and questions I don't want to answer
and escapes I can't take.
I broke my fucking headphones.
Usually I walk where I need to go.
Headphones in.
Head down. Or up, if I'm feeling defiant.
Music loud enough to drown out my head
and it calms me down enough for the day.
But I broke my fucking headphones.
And now my head's a battleground
thoughts like bees screaming...
#anger
#dark
#shadows
#frustration
#disappointment
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2017 5:26am
11th Sep 2017 5:26am
I love you... (for you, you know who you are, sweets)
When you find out someone you love self harms your world starts spinning.
Maybe not immediately
Maybe not until you can't see them
Maybe not until your breathe sucks itself back into your body in a great whoosh that blows the loose cogs in your head into motion.
Maybe not until you try to kick start your legs into motion properly
not the jerking, stumbling motion
not the one that made you fall down the stairs
not the one that made you collapse in a heap at the bottom feeling no pain but that in your heart and head and eyes.
I don't know why my eyes are...
Maybe not immediately
Maybe not until you can't see them
Maybe not until your breathe sucks itself back into your body in a great whoosh that blows the loose cogs in your head into motion.
Maybe not until you try to kick start your legs into motion properly
not the jerking, stumbling motion
not the one that made you fall down the stairs
not the one that made you collapse in a heap at the bottom feeling no pain but that in your heart and head and eyes.
I don't know why my eyes are...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2017 2:04am
6th Sep 2017 2:04am
Let's go...'hiking'...
You know, we were supposed to go hiking...
but we didn't.
We ended up lounging in each others' arms
listening to Classic FM
kissing, cuddling, touching, feeling.
I always thought that being naked with someone meant without clothes
and we were
and we were more than that too.
Baring thoughts and flesh and eyes and insecurities
I felt safe
like home rested in the palm of your hand
and my heart was clasped gently between your fingertips.
like a jewel surrounded by the silk of your touch.
I know it sounds cheesy,
and maybe all...
but we didn't.
We ended up lounging in each others' arms
listening to Classic FM
kissing, cuddling, touching, feeling.
I always thought that being naked with someone meant without clothes
and we were
and we were more than that too.
Baring thoughts and flesh and eyes and insecurities
I felt safe
like home rested in the palm of your hand
and my heart was clasped gently between your fingertips.
like a jewel surrounded by the silk of your touch.
I know it sounds cheesy,
and maybe all...
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2017 2:28am
2nd Sep 2017 2:28am
Mistakes and f**k Ups
I made a mistake
One that makes every beat of my heart stab painfully
One that crawls up my throat and makes me want to cry
One that makes every blink of my eyes sting
One that makes my adrenaline flow and my legs feel like running
One that makes my hands twitch and want to type the words I need to say and you don't need to hear
One that makes my head pound on the left side above and behind my ear
One that makes my back bend in on itself as I remember
One that makes me want to scream
One that makes my lungs squeeze painfully empty and then inhale...
One that makes every beat of my heart stab painfully
One that crawls up my throat and makes me want to cry
One that makes every blink of my eyes sting
One that makes my adrenaline flow and my legs feel like running
One that makes my hands twitch and want to type the words I need to say and you don't need to hear
One that makes my head pound on the left side above and behind my ear
One that makes my back bend in on itself as I remember
One that makes me want to scream
One that makes my lungs squeeze painfully empty and then inhale...
#anxiety
#depression
#regret
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2017 3:23am
29th Aug 2017 3:23am
Pig, Anyone?
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
I know, nuts, right?
It'll sit there for a while, while I deliberate whether to respond
or simply smile.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Can't speak around it
can't speak through it
mustn't speak at all.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Sitting target standing in a room full of people.
Come up and say 'hellllloo', I dare you.
I can't guarantee my answer.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Put there by your finger and thumb.
The finger shushed me when I went to...
I know, nuts, right?
It'll sit there for a while, while I deliberate whether to respond
or simply smile.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Can't speak around it
can't speak through it
mustn't speak at all.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Sitting target standing in a room full of people.
Come up and say 'hellllloo', I dare you.
I can't guarantee my answer.
I've got a peanut between my teeth.
Put there by your finger and thumb.
The finger shushed me when I went to...
#relationships
#frustration
#PowerOfWords
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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