Submissions by Eli_Bee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like poems. Sometimes I write them.
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2016 9:33am
10th Oct 2016 9:33am
You Are
Yes, I am', she said
As solemn hands fixed her heart to the wall,
'But if I were any different, crook,
You'd have no sport at all.'
He sat her down, heart pinned to stone,
And brushed limp curls from her face.
He packed her soul in his bags of charms -
Wishing her well before leaving her home
An emptier, lonelier place.
She sits there still, an abandoned doll,
Limbs pale with the blood she's lost,
Limp she stays for all her days,
Face wan and glazed eyes distraught.
If her heart were not her own, after all
She thought,...
As solemn hands fixed her heart to the wall,
'But if I were any different, crook,
You'd have no sport at all.'
He sat her down, heart pinned to stone,
And brushed limp curls from her face.
He packed her soul in his bags of charms -
Wishing her well before leaving her home
An emptier, lonelier place.
She sits there still, an abandoned doll,
Limbs pale with the blood she's lost,
Limp she stays for all her days,
Face wan and glazed eyes distraught.
If her heart were not her own, after all
She thought,...
619 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2016 10:11am
16th Sep 2016 10:11am
9.41.16.09.16
Walking through this endless desert
The end is a mirage shifting ahead - a taunting djinn,
Enticing onwards with sweet, copper allure,
Promises cool and soothing against heated skin.
Every time I catch that watery ghost,
No matter how quick or convicted my response,
I fall only to hard ground and dirt.
The writhe-wind laughs, and it hurts.
God, it hurts.
Sand gathers in every rag-cloth crease,
So each churlish shift is gritty with pain
And ground teeth.
It fills my shoes - my bones -
It eats at my soul, and I am...
The end is a mirage shifting ahead - a taunting djinn,
Enticing onwards with sweet, copper allure,
Promises cool and soothing against heated skin.
Every time I catch that watery ghost,
No matter how quick or convicted my response,
I fall only to hard ground and dirt.
The writhe-wind laughs, and it hurts.
God, it hurts.
Sand gathers in every rag-cloth crease,
So each churlish shift is gritty with pain
And ground teeth.
It fills my shoes - my bones -
It eats at my soul, and I am...
616 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 1:25pm
13th Sep 2016 1:25pm
13.24.13.09.16
I need not hang myself, when your sadness already enwraps
Like bloodied vines about my panting lungs.
I need not jump from a bridge, when your anger already sends
My heart plummeting into screaming freefall.
I need not drown myself, when your disregard already submerges,
My senses with self-loathing.
I need not count the wrongs I have committed, when your words already score
Tally lines into my skin.
But I am more than this. I am more than every guilty gulp of air,
More by far than a cause for anger, far greater still than the ill regard...
Like bloodied vines about my panting lungs.
I need not jump from a bridge, when your anger already sends
My heart plummeting into screaming freefall.
I need not drown myself, when your disregard already submerges,
My senses with self-loathing.
I need not count the wrongs I have committed, when your words already score
Tally lines into my skin.
But I am more than this. I am more than every guilty gulp of air,
More by far than a cause for anger, far greater still than the ill regard...
689 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Sep 2016 3:03pm
7th Sep 2016 3:03pm
9.22.06.09.16.
9.22 and already I wisfully ponder death
Because it is preferable to being here
With this joke of a job
With this joke of a damned existence
With you
Day in, day fucking out.
I don't know how I survived past birth
Because I'm so fucking useless.
I don't know how I'm still breathing,
Because I'm stupid enough to forget how.
I either talk too much or too little,
I either take too much initiative
Or not enough,
But then, I'm never fucking enough am I?
You'd make the sun feel useless,
And the moon ugly,
You'd make the stars...
Because it is preferable to being here
With this joke of a job
With this joke of a damned existence
With you
Day in, day fucking out.
I don't know how I survived past birth
Because I'm so fucking useless.
I don't know how I'm still breathing,
Because I'm stupid enough to forget how.
I either talk too much or too little,
I either take too much initiative
Or not enough,
But then, I'm never fucking enough am I?
You'd make the sun feel useless,
And the moon ugly,
You'd make the stars...
659 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2016 2:37pm
28th Aug 2016 2:37pm
Hue
i remember walking through the mist
where it hung heavy above the darkened river,
and sodden ochre leaves slept crimsoned
and resplendent beneath our booted feet.
i stopped to take pictures of raindrops caught
on the fronds of wine-tipped scales,
and the slash of bold green
where bridge sides masked
the stream of coots gliding beneath us.
i let you walk ahead
so i could record your presence
because it made the beauty of that place
even greater.
then later when we hung our damp coats
and warmed our hands with mugs of tea
i sat and...
where it hung heavy above the darkened river,
and sodden ochre leaves slept crimsoned
and resplendent beneath our booted feet.
i stopped to take pictures of raindrops caught
on the fronds of wine-tipped scales,
and the slash of bold green
where bridge sides masked
the stream of coots gliding beneath us.
i let you walk ahead
so i could record your presence
because it made the beauty of that place
even greater.
then later when we hung our damp coats
and warmed our hands with mugs of tea
i sat and...
604 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 12:57pm
26th Aug 2016 12:57pm
Beast, Meet Prey
Narrow hands crooked by sunlight,
Splitter-clatter over a pristine keyboard,
Spewing affected perfection and knowing eyes
Toward ugly hair and bitter minds.
Who knows what lies beneath that glittered smile,
Behind the laughter and the bold style?
Your approval cuts like razorblades,
And in the moment I smile back, fulfilled and warm,
Your poison takes effect, draining all vitality,
Leaving me hollow and worn,
Because I do know you.
I know you the way prey knows beast.
Little things catch in the hungry snarl
Of your white teeth,...
Splitter-clatter over a pristine keyboard,
Spewing affected perfection and knowing eyes
Toward ugly hair and bitter minds.
Who knows what lies beneath that glittered smile,
Behind the laughter and the bold style?
Your approval cuts like razorblades,
And in the moment I smile back, fulfilled and warm,
Your poison takes effect, draining all vitality,
Leaving me hollow and worn,
Because I do know you.
I know you the way prey knows beast.
Little things catch in the hungry snarl
Of your white teeth,...
551 reads
2 Comments
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