Submissions by EStar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've always loved poetry, since I was a child, and as I grew older I started to write my own. I adore writing from scratch, but don't be surprised if you see a poem or two pop up that was sparked from a competition or prompt!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2016 5:46pm
27th Nov 2016 5:46pm
Even Small-talk Will Do
Didn't I used to know you?
Didn't i?
Now you've grown bolder
And I've grown colder
And honey as you know, we've both grown older.
So please don't give me the cold shoulder
I know it didn't work the last time
but I think if we try to try again
I think we can be friends
don't you want to be friends
It wasn't like the last time had a bitter end
It's just that we grew apart
Now id like to grow back together
It's not too late to start
Didn't I used to know you?
Didn't i?
Now you've grown bolder
And I've grown colder
And...
Didn't i?
Now you've grown bolder
And I've grown colder
And honey as you know, we've both grown older.
So please don't give me the cold shoulder
I know it didn't work the last time
but I think if we try to try again
I think we can be friends
don't you want to be friends
It wasn't like the last time had a bitter end
It's just that we grew apart
Now id like to grow back together
It's not too late to start
Didn't I used to know you?
Didn't i?
Now you've grown bolder
And I've grown colder
And...
618 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Sep 2016 4:31am
25th Sep 2016 4:31am
Ruins of Your "Goddess"
Of course you say I'm the brightest star in your universe when I'm the only one lighting up the sky.
I am your sun, you say
But you forget until you're surrounded by other stars that the sun is mediocre compared to the brightness that some others give.
And so, I lose your attention when I am no longer the brightest thing in the sky.
But the minute that the moon falls and I rise again, you tell me I'm beautiful and wonderful and I'm smart and I'm yours, and even though I know I'm only yours half the time and you're mine even less, I smile and agree.
...
I am your sun, you say
But you forget until you're surrounded by other stars that the sun is mediocre compared to the brightness that some others give.
And so, I lose your attention when I am no longer the brightest thing in the sky.
But the minute that the moon falls and I rise again, you tell me I'm beautiful and wonderful and I'm smart and I'm yours, and even though I know I'm only yours half the time and you're mine even less, I smile and agree.
...
965 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 4:05pm
13th Sep 2016 4:05pm
The ABCs- Aces, 'Bases', and Confusion
The difference between love and lust is UST,
and if I can't fix that, can you ever really love me?
It's just a phase they say
It's just a phrase they say
And the only reason you don't want a man's touch is if you're gay
Are you gay, they say
No I'm not gay, I say
(Although there's nothing wrong with being that way, by the way)
Though I appreciate our waists
Feminine charms go to waste
On me too.
Sex just isn't my thing, I say
You're just not ready, they say
Fuck that
It's like when I say I don't wanna be mama
And they say that'll...
and if I can't fix that, can you ever really love me?
It's just a phase they say
It's just a phrase they say
And the only reason you don't want a man's touch is if you're gay
Are you gay, they say
No I'm not gay, I say
(Although there's nothing wrong with being that way, by the way)
Though I appreciate our waists
Feminine charms go to waste
On me too.
Sex just isn't my thing, I say
You're just not ready, they say
Fuck that
It's like when I say I don't wanna be mama
And they say that'll...
648 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 7:17pm
10th Sep 2016 7:17pm
f**k, it won't work (even if we want it to)
You said we can make it work
and I said we couldn't
You live so far away
and I needed here with me
Is it possible to miss you
When I haven't even kissed you?
You called me sweetheart
Said you liked the look of my lips
And I said you were lovely
And I wouldn't object to your hands on my hips
But fourteen hours distance might as well be fourteen years if is measured in
How practical it is
To think we could work
You said you saw my aura
It was the prettiest you'd seen
And I said I can't see them, but if I could I think you'd be...
and I said we couldn't
You live so far away
and I needed here with me
Is it possible to miss you
When I haven't even kissed you?
You called me sweetheart
Said you liked the look of my lips
And I said you were lovely
And I wouldn't object to your hands on my hips
But fourteen hours distance might as well be fourteen years if is measured in
How practical it is
To think we could work
You said you saw my aura
It was the prettiest you'd seen
And I said I can't see them, but if I could I think you'd be...
681 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2016 2:11am
28th Jul 2016 2:11am
Reflection
Mirror mirror don't you see
What you reflect is ruining me
I see love handles on the sides
I see the bags beneath my eyes
I see the way coffee's yellowed my teeth
I see the scars from old acne
I see the way my clothes don't fit
I see the way my figure flares out at the hips
I see how pale my skin is
And how easily it bruises
I see how my eyes are a boring brown
I see the lines left from my frown
Mirror mirror im only eighteen
Why have you already broken me?
(Somewhat musical, tune loosely based off of 'Twinkle Twinkle little star'...
What you reflect is ruining me
I see love handles on the sides
I see the bags beneath my eyes
I see the way coffee's yellowed my teeth
I see the scars from old acne
I see the way my clothes don't fit
I see the way my figure flares out at the hips
I see how pale my skin is
And how easily it bruises
I see how my eyes are a boring brown
I see the lines left from my frown
Mirror mirror im only eighteen
Why have you already broken me?
(Somewhat musical, tune loosely based off of 'Twinkle Twinkle little star'...
719 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2016 8:12pm
27th Jul 2016 8:12pm
Hide
Cover up the scars by putting up plaster
Cover up the pain by saying it don't matter
Choke on your regret
Breathe in the toxic disappointment
Smother on the shady-looking ointment
Pretend you're not alone
When you're worked down to the bone
Cover up the suspicion by saying you ate
Don't let them know until it's too late
Lie to yourself and pretend that they care
Try to smile though it gets you nowhere
Act like you don't want to pull out your hair
Force yourself to function through the hate
All the while praying for a better fate
Try to...
Cover up the pain by saying it don't matter
Choke on your regret
Breathe in the toxic disappointment
Smother on the shady-looking ointment
Pretend you're not alone
When you're worked down to the bone
Cover up the suspicion by saying you ate
Don't let them know until it's too late
Lie to yourself and pretend that they care
Try to smile though it gets you nowhere
Act like you don't want to pull out your hair
Force yourself to function through the hate
All the while praying for a better fate
Try to...
863 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2016 10:04pm
26th Jul 2016 10:04pm
In Which You Are Her Lover, But You Couldn't Love Her
I don't think you could ever love me.
I don't mean this dramatically,
I'm not saying you wronged me.
This is noone's fault.
But you grew starry eyed when I read you my poetry and blank eyed when I told you about my day,
And that's when I knew you didn't love me.
You loved the idea of loving a girl half lost to a world you could never touch,
But the reality hurt you too much
Of knowing that while you can be the love in the moment, something that wasn't even physical was the love of my life.
When I'd sing you a song or show you a piece of...
I don't mean this dramatically,
I'm not saying you wronged me.
This is noone's fault.
But you grew starry eyed when I read you my poetry and blank eyed when I told you about my day,
And that's when I knew you didn't love me.
You loved the idea of loving a girl half lost to a world you could never touch,
But the reality hurt you too much
Of knowing that while you can be the love in the moment, something that wasn't even physical was the love of my life.
When I'd sing you a song or show you a piece of...
865 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jul 2016 11:32pm
25th Jul 2016 11:32pm
Hold It In
I bite my lip
I bite my tongue
The anger's here
What have you done?
I'm so upset
I can't think straight
Maybe I
Should bust a plate
The only thing
Which clears my head
Is when I break
Something instead
I can't handle
This anger
I can't breathe
When it sits
On my chest
And I don't know for how long
I can hold my breath
I bite my tongue
The anger's here
What have you done?
I'm so upset
I can't think straight
Maybe I
Should bust a plate
The only thing
Which clears my head
Is when I break
Something instead
I can't handle
This anger
I can't breathe
When it sits
On my chest
And I don't know for how long
I can hold my breath
899 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2016 8:44pm
23rd Jul 2016 8:44pm
My Castle
I know how to play the game,
Although I rarely do
Of flirting and being sexy and cute
If I straighten my hair
And pretend I don't care
And blow you kisses
You might love me
But that's not me
I'm not perfect smiles
And wide eyes
And a cute, high voice.
My teeth are crooked
And coffee renders them imperfect.
Who cares?
My voice is too deep to be pretty
To you, perhaps.
But one day, the voice
That wasn't cute to you?
Will blow someone's fucking mind.
Just as I'm not cute, I'm not sultry either.
I don't play the game...
Although I rarely do
Of flirting and being sexy and cute
If I straighten my hair
And pretend I don't care
And blow you kisses
You might love me
But that's not me
I'm not perfect smiles
And wide eyes
And a cute, high voice.
My teeth are crooked
And coffee renders them imperfect.
Who cares?
My voice is too deep to be pretty
To you, perhaps.
But one day, the voice
That wasn't cute to you?
Will blow someone's fucking mind.
Just as I'm not cute, I'm not sultry either.
I don't play the game...
877 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2016 9:03am
22nd Jul 2016 9:03am
The Small Things
Who am I?
I am spilled coffee on a notebook full of unfinished poems.
I am a fully charged phone even though no one is calling.
I am insecurities hidden with bravado and shortcomings hidden with strengths.
I am a T-shirt on Christmas Eve.
Rarely long sleeves, always air conditioners, I hate the heat.
I am a TV on to a random station while a girl writes -even though she hates the news -because the silence frightens her.
I am a laptop with 87 tabs and three windows, some of them open for months at a time, because my user refuses to pass on a good story even if she...
I am spilled coffee on a notebook full of unfinished poems.
I am a fully charged phone even though no one is calling.
I am insecurities hidden with bravado and shortcomings hidden with strengths.
I am a T-shirt on Christmas Eve.
Rarely long sleeves, always air conditioners, I hate the heat.
I am a TV on to a random station while a girl writes -even though she hates the news -because the silence frightens her.
I am a laptop with 87 tabs and three windows, some of them open for months at a time, because my user refuses to pass on a good story even if she...
692 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 8:37pm
21st Jul 2016 8:37pm
Clouds Of Every Sort
Think I need therapy
What the hell's wrong with me
Don't think I'll ever be
Happy again
Think I need medicine
Can't let the monsters win
Can't think above the din
Choking on air
I need some clarity
I don't see the hilarity
Everyone else sees
In watching me cry
What the hell's wrong with me
Don't think I'll ever be
Happy again
Think I need medicine
Can't let the monsters win
Can't think above the din
Choking on air
I need some clarity
I don't see the hilarity
Everyone else sees
In watching me cry
588 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 7:16pm
21st Jul 2016 7:16pm
Pressure
Pressure turns coal into diamonds
But it doesn't do that for me
All that pressure does
Is turn me to dust
That lights the fire at your feet
I guess I'm more of a candle though,
Burning at both ends
And oh what a light
I give while I fight
But one day I'll lie melted and dead
Pressure turns coal into diamonds
But it doesn't do that for me
All that pressure packed
On me turns me to wax
And as the pain destroys my protection I crack
And light the fire at your feet
Or maybe I'm the sidewalk
Burning the tips of your toes...
But it doesn't do that for me
All that pressure does
Is turn me to dust
That lights the fire at your feet
I guess I'm more of a candle though,
Burning at both ends
And oh what a light
I give while I fight
But one day I'll lie melted and dead
Pressure turns coal into diamonds
But it doesn't do that for me
All that pressure packed
On me turns me to wax
And as the pain destroys my protection I crack
And light the fire at your feet
Or maybe I'm the sidewalk
Burning the tips of your toes...
578 reads
0 Comments
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