Submissions by Diedre
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetic Justice
Words
Have haunted me since birth;
Gave breath to my name.
Have devoured me;
Drove me insane.
Have forsaken me;
In the drought of my inspiration
They wish me to explain...
I could not.
I bleed black
Ink on innocent pages
With a hand wielding a sword
Much sharper than the tongue
And much smaller than a gun
Yet cyanide when consumed...
-Did warriors ever cut their own
Hearts out when trying to enter
That of another?-
But
To live without words weaves the thin blue symmetrical lines into the threads...
Have haunted me since birth;
Gave breath to my name.
Have devoured me;
Drove me insane.
Have forsaken me;
In the drought of my inspiration
They wish me to explain...
I could not.
I bleed black
Ink on innocent pages
With a hand wielding a sword
Much sharper than the tongue
And much smaller than a gun
Yet cyanide when consumed...
-Did warriors ever cut their own
Hearts out when trying to enter
That of another?-
But
To live without words weaves the thin blue symmetrical lines into the threads...
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Blood is Sweeer than Vanilla

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Dreams and silhouettes.
These wretched visions inside my head
Portray the sadness of a life mislead.
Melodic lullabies seem to wake the dreams
Of silent nights wrapped in anguished screams.
I swallow the words, however bitter they may be
But hollow tears falling- the world will never see.
My dreams have become my own reality
My sorrow, my misery.
I no longer fear the shadows that surround me
But dread the darkness that lies within my soul
It's sick;
It's a vile thing
But the hatred is what I find comfort in
The endless torture makes me me whole.
Days...
Portray the sadness of a life mislead.
Melodic lullabies seem to wake the dreams
Of silent nights wrapped in anguished screams.
I swallow the words, however bitter they may be
But hollow tears falling- the world will never see.
My dreams have become my own reality
My sorrow, my misery.
I no longer fear the shadows that surround me
But dread the darkness that lies within my soul
It's sick;
It's a vile thing
But the hatred is what I find comfort in
The endless torture makes me me whole.
Days...
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