Submissions by DeadEyesStarlight
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is therapy.
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 11:21pm
8th Mar 2018 11:21pm
In Which the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Attends Her Own Funeral
I write poems, break hearts, solve mysteries
They’ve called me vapid and careless, a tease
I bought the pillbox hat with the black veil
at a yard sale that summer
You told me probably an old lady died in it
I felt confident in my purchase,
given the way
you looked at me
We were always laughing
and honestly,
you’re one of the funniest people
I’ve ever met
Are we Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn?
Or Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher?
That’s always the question
I want to know the answer ...
They’ve called me vapid and careless, a tease
I bought the pillbox hat with the black veil
at a yard sale that summer
You told me probably an old lady died in it
I felt confident in my purchase,
given the way
you looked at me
We were always laughing
and honestly,
you’re one of the funniest people
I’ve ever met
Are we Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn?
Or Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher?
That’s always the question
I want to know the answer ...
#love
#regret
#ImSorry
#friendship
#TruthOfLife
539 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 1:56am
8th Mar 2018 1:56am
Spelunking through Wonderland
Riot grrrl, tilt-a-whirl
Let it all unfurl
PTA PTSD OPP PFFT!
A life sentence explained in acronyms, and one expressive noise.
Sorry to exhaust, apologize for the fumes
Running on, still running
See, I was married to a man who hated poetry
Can you imagine?
Once my greatest form of self-expression
Traded in for a toaster oven, a Crock pot
Never plug in anything with a frayed wire
Never fear desire
Wed into a canary cage
Moved to a town without dancing
But
Now I can Mashed Potato
Cabbage Patch ...
Let it all unfurl
PTA PTSD OPP PFFT!
A life sentence explained in acronyms, and one expressive noise.
Sorry to exhaust, apologize for the fumes
Running on, still running
See, I was married to a man who hated poetry
Can you imagine?
Once my greatest form of self-expression
Traded in for a toaster oven, a Crock pot
Never plug in anything with a frayed wire
Never fear desire
Wed into a canary cage
Moved to a town without dancing
But
Now I can Mashed Potato
Cabbage Patch ...
#identity
#confessional
#honesty #LifeChangingMoment
#honesty #LifeChangingMoment
507 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 9:31pm
7th Mar 2018 9:31pm
So You Like Poems about Lions
My stage name is Amber Scarab
But you can call me Timeless
Dali clocks melting in the sun
Like M&Ms that weren’t supposed
To stain pudgy childhood hands
Prewar promises
My palms are pinker than usual
She read my cards in Times Square
The hand would’ve been ten bucks
I wanted more
Told her nothing about us
But she revealed the Morse code of my mind
Little beeps
Keeping pace with my heart’s desire
She told me all I already knew
About me and you
A rare deck revealing
Things I uttered to no one
We grew...
But you can call me Timeless
Dali clocks melting in the sun
Like M&Ms that weren’t supposed
To stain pudgy childhood hands
Prewar promises
My palms are pinker than usual
She read my cards in Times Square
The hand would’ve been ten bucks
I wanted more
Told her nothing about us
But she revealed the Morse code of my mind
Little beeps
Keeping pace with my heart’s desire
She told me all I already knew
About me and you
A rare deck revealing
Things I uttered to no one
We grew...
#fate
480 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2018 8:06pm
6th Mar 2018 8:06pm
Motion Picture Sciences
In the movie of our adolescence
You were dashing
We were running
That night in the park
The policeman approached us
You ran around the slide
Stood in front of me
Faced him
You never left me
I didn’t have the sense
To be frightened
You always took good care of me
Our friendship transcendent
I was afraid
Of our connection.
Now
I don’t have the sense
To be frightened
You wanna talk about sense?
Your skin…it smells exactly the same
You’re a time capsule in human form ...
You were dashing
We were running
That night in the park
The policeman approached us
You ran around the slide
Stood in front of me
Faced him
You never left me
I didn’t have the sense
To be frightened
You always took good care of me
Our friendship transcendent
I was afraid
Of our connection.
Now
I don’t have the sense
To be frightened
You wanna talk about sense?
Your skin…it smells exactly the same
You’re a time capsule in human form ...
#friendship
561 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2018 7:40pm
6th Mar 2018 7:40pm
Fly, Flew, Flown, Flying
Take my past, please.
A little Henny Youngman never hurt anyone’s soul.
I want
Control.
You saved my letters. Good.
Are they yellow yet?
Liver spots, skin dots and the heart, does it clot?
Like cream
Your skin, my skin
Begin!
Stick me in an envelope
Lick it
The sting of glue on your tongue
Campfire, Scout
Wanna have s’more fun?
We are everything we always were
Abstract, yet fully formed
Do you believe in Creationism?
I still believe in you
I do, I do
My old boss pressed flowers into...
A little Henny Youngman never hurt anyone’s soul.
I want
Control.
You saved my letters. Good.
Are they yellow yet?
Liver spots, skin dots and the heart, does it clot?
Like cream
Your skin, my skin
Begin!
Stick me in an envelope
Lick it
The sting of glue on your tongue
Campfire, Scout
Wanna have s’more fun?
We are everything we always were
Abstract, yet fully formed
Do you believe in Creationism?
I still believe in you
I do, I do
My old boss pressed flowers into...
#friendship
648 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by DeadEyesStarlight
