Submissions by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Light the flowers of the earth like incense and come dance with me in a field of fire" - Johnny Ox
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2023 3:16am
22nd Aug 2023 3:16am
Inferno
Come dance with me, in a field of fire; flesh and boned be damned,
It is all insurmountable, when it comes to you.
It is as if you are encased inside of my chest, willing my heart to beat, pumping my withered lungs full of air, whether it is for me, I do not know; and I'm not quite sure if I care, either.
You could twist the knife, load the gun, and I would still love you; deep down.
It is as primal as mother nature herself, the feelings swirling on the inside of my rib cage.
You could have it all; sinew be damned; as long as it meant that you and I would...
It is all insurmountable, when it comes to you.
It is as if you are encased inside of my chest, willing my heart to beat, pumping my withered lungs full of air, whether it is for me, I do not know; and I'm not quite sure if I care, either.
You could twist the knife, load the gun, and I would still love you; deep down.
It is as primal as mother nature herself, the feelings swirling on the inside of my rib cage.
You could have it all; sinew be damned; as long as it meant that you and I would...
#books
#hell
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2023 8:43am
12th Jul 2023 8:43am
Limelight
You could ravish me behind closed doors, windows and curtains; but would not do so in the daylight.
You could dip your fingers into me, and make me sing such beautiful melodies, but you did not have the courage to be with me in the daylight, in front of the sky and the trees, and others;
and that feeling cuts like knives in the pit of my stomach,
the feeling of shame that had no business living on the inside of my bones in the first place.
Shame that you placed between my ribs.
And fuck you, for ever making me believe that It ever belonged...
You could dip your fingers into me, and make me sing such beautiful melodies, but you did not have the courage to be with me in the daylight, in front of the sky and the trees, and others;
and that feeling cuts like knives in the pit of my stomach,
the feeling of shame that had no business living on the inside of my bones in the first place.
Shame that you placed between my ribs.
And fuck you, for ever making me believe that It ever belonged...
#boyfriend
#breakup
#lover
388 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2023 8:41am
5th May 2023 8:41am
unrequited love
Sometimes, I wonder if you think of me; if at night, when the world herself has gone still and quiet, and the moon has come out to play and mourn for her lost loves, if you begin to think of me. Do you remember what you did, and everything you said?
Because I do; I remember it all.
I remember being the only thirteen year old girl with a boyfriend who was twenty three years old,
I remember being the only girl to experience confused arousal, because boys my age didn't even know what some of the things you told me about were; and neither did I.
So do you feel bad, about...
Because I do; I remember it all.
I remember being the only thirteen year old girl with a boyfriend who was twenty three years old,
I remember being the only girl to experience confused arousal, because boys my age didn't even know what some of the things you told me about were; and neither did I.
So do you feel bad, about...
#abuse
#manipulation
407 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2023 8:35am
5th May 2023 8:35am
Metamorphosis
Have you ever watched someone die, watched their entire being sink from within themselves?
It is not what they say it's like in the movies, or at least it was not this way for me.
There was no great outcry, no white light shining from within, or wherever they go when they leave their bodies behind,She just died.
And as my family wept around me, their sobs wrapping me in a cloak of something that tasted like iron, and salt, I realized that this was not the end; not for her anyways.
I knew that she was so tired, and in so much pain, but her death was so sudden, and it...
It is not what they say it's like in the movies, or at least it was not this way for me.
There was no great outcry, no white light shining from within, or wherever they go when they leave their bodies behind,She just died.
And as my family wept around me, their sobs wrapping me in a cloak of something that tasted like iron, and salt, I realized that this was not the end; not for her anyways.
I knew that she was so tired, and in so much pain, but her death was so sudden, and it...
#grief
#death
#memorial
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 7:53am
14th Apr 2023 7:53am
All my love, Max.
Sometimes I fear I am ruining you, that the way I am bringing you up isn't good enough; That I, am not good enough.
I am trying so hard, mi vida; I am raising you up from nothing but ash and gentle kisses,
And sometimes I just have to stop and marvel at the smart little girl you are growing into,
And remind myself that I am doing my best.
You may not have been born from me; your flesh, and blood is not mine; you did not arise from a rib bone, nor were you sculpted from clay and ash.
But you will always be mine; my little girl, and my little love.
They...
I am trying so hard, mi vida; I am raising you up from nothing but ash and gentle kisses,
And sometimes I just have to stop and marvel at the smart little girl you are growing into,
And remind myself that I am doing my best.
You may not have been born from me; your flesh, and blood is not mine; you did not arise from a rib bone, nor were you sculpted from clay and ash.
But you will always be mine; my little girl, and my little love.
They...
#motherhood
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 6:00am
14th Apr 2023 6:00am
Siren song
We have not been together for a long time, and the love we held for each other has gone and seeped it’s way back into the earth, but it is alright;
Because I am so good at one thing, and that thing is being alone.
I am a siren, keeping men and women with me like a shawl of the dead, doomed to rot with me until the end of everything, the ending of earth herself.
You told me that you want me, and that it doesn’t have to be labeled, but how could it be anything like what we’d had before?
I would have carved you out of my rib, flesh and all; had you asked me to. ...
Because I am so good at one thing, and that thing is being alone.
I am a siren, keeping men and women with me like a shawl of the dead, doomed to rot with me until the end of everything, the ending of earth herself.
You told me that you want me, and that it doesn’t have to be labeled, but how could it be anything like what we’d had before?
I would have carved you out of my rib, flesh and all; had you asked me to. ...
#religion
#fiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2023 5:12am
15th Jan 2023 5:12am
Timeless
They all say that I spoil you; and that I shouldn’t give in to your every whim and desire; but who are they to know.
I want you to have everything that I never did, a happy childhood where imagination herself can run wild, and a safe space so comforting that it begins to feel like home.
I never got those things, my sweet girl; but I will be damned if you don’t. You’re too young to understand right now,
But one day when you’re older, you will look back and I hope that you will be grateful for all of the things I made sure you had; and all of the things you are getting to...
I want you to have everything that I never did, a happy childhood where imagination herself can run wild, and a safe space so comforting that it begins to feel like home.
I never got those things, my sweet girl; but I will be damned if you don’t. You’re too young to understand right now,
But one day when you’re older, you will look back and I hope that you will be grateful for all of the things I made sure you had; and all of the things you are getting to...
#sister
#children
#daughter
376 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jan 2023 6:54am
3rd Jan 2023 6:54am
Folgers coffee scented sundays
I remember you, as a kid, and how you and I would belt out Rod Stewart songs; but what I remember the most of you,
Is the smell. The smell of Folgers coffee in the mornings, and how it always put a smile on your face.
I remember that you would call me sue, and how warm your hugs were, and how rare they were to come by.
I remember peaceful weeks with you, and how you taught me how to make an entire thanksgiving dinner, even if it was only for the three people eating it.
I remember you called me an old soul the night I made that dinner, after the sun himself...
Is the smell. The smell of Folgers coffee in the mornings, and how it always put a smile on your face.
I remember that you would call me sue, and how warm your hugs were, and how rare they were to come by.
I remember peaceful weeks with you, and how you taught me how to make an entire thanksgiving dinner, even if it was only for the three people eating it.
I remember you called me an old soul the night I made that dinner, after the sun himself...
#grief
#death
354 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2023 6:42am
3rd Jan 2023 6:42am
Untold Feminism
When I am walking down the street, In front of men,
I smile, even if I do not feel like it; but I don’t smile too much, because perhaps my smile was too flirtatious, and the jury will cry out slut, and temptress.
When I go on dates, I let everyone know where I am,
In case he mistakes the cries of no coming from my mouth as consent, or if I say the wrong thing and I become another statistic in a world full of statistics
The cries of womanhood came early, even when mother nature herself began to pour from in between my legs,
I was a woman.
Even when...
I smile, even if I do not feel like it; but I don’t smile too much, because perhaps my smile was too flirtatious, and the jury will cry out slut, and temptress.
When I go on dates, I let everyone know where I am,
In case he mistakes the cries of no coming from my mouth as consent, or if I say the wrong thing and I become another statistic in a world full of statistics
The cries of womanhood came early, even when mother nature herself began to pour from in between my legs,
I was a woman.
Even when...
#women
#feminism
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2022 1:55am
30th Dec 2022 1:55am
Lessons from an unloved body and a mad woman
I wake up in the morning sometimes to the sound of my own breathing, and I become envious and enveloped in a thick coat of hatred and love for myself each day.
It is so hard; trying to love everything about yourself, even the things society has told you to hate.
Lesson one;
The more I starve myself, the more the pit of hunger inside of my body begins to grow; the more animalistic I become,
It does not matter to me; as long as I am beautiful.
The loving comes afterwards, when salted almonds become flavorless and toast and apple juice become the craved. ...
It is so hard; trying to love everything about yourself, even the things society has told you to hate.
Lesson one;
The more I starve myself, the more the pit of hunger inside of my body begins to grow; the more animalistic I become,
It does not matter to me; as long as I am beautiful.
The loving comes afterwards, when salted almonds become flavorless and toast and apple juice become the craved. ...
#depression
#EatingDisorder
538 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2022 7:15am
21st Nov 2022 7:15am
Sinew
Sometimes, i think that all I will ever be is empty, chasing the full feeling I have been yearning for my whole life.
That I will only ever be seen as the body and the bones that are holding me up, sinew and flesh be damned.
That I will never feel complete if I am not full and whole.
Flesh, bones, lungs and lips; these are some of my favorite parts of myself; because my flesh can come alive at night sometimes, when the house is still and quiet, and the moon has come out to play.
My bones because they’ve held me up my entire life, even though all I have done for...
That I will only ever be seen as the body and the bones that are holding me up, sinew and flesh be damned.
That I will never feel complete if I am not full and whole.
Flesh, bones, lungs and lips; these are some of my favorite parts of myself; because my flesh can come alive at night sometimes, when the house is still and quiet, and the moon has come out to play.
My bones because they’ve held me up my entire life, even though all I have done for...
#identity
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Nov 2022 7:01am
10th Nov 2022 7:01am
The Requiem of Suzanne
I sat in the shower this morning, with my head against the wall as I breathed in the steam, and all I could feel was nothing. And all I wanted to feel was everything.
Sometimes when I walk too fast I catch glimpses of you
In the back of my mind, staying hidden like you are prisoner to my brain, doomed to spend eternity inside of a grieving mind.
I cleaned your house last week, and I could feel you inside of the air; the stillness and the quiet.
As if you weren’t inside of that brown cardboard box,
Your essence shoved into such a small vessel.
I re read...
Sometimes when I walk too fast I catch glimpses of you
In the back of my mind, staying hidden like you are prisoner to my brain, doomed to spend eternity inside of a grieving mind.
I cleaned your house last week, and I could feel you inside of the air; the stillness and the quiet.
As if you weren’t inside of that brown cardboard box,
Your essence shoved into such a small vessel.
I re read...
#grief
#death
#hurt
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