Submissions by FreyaJ
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pretty Vacant
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 3:48pm
13th Mar 2016 3:48pm
Starry Skies
you were staring out on starry skies
i saw the moon dance in your eyes
tears raining bright like fire flies
counting the cost of many lies
i whisper softly as wind thru trees
get up my love from off your knees
let the fire inside me for you unfreeze
its time to swim in warmer seas
looking into the abyss of the unknown
unanswered calls on your telephone
inside your soul pitifully cries for home
beside i stand but always felt alone
redemption from your own damnation
salvation from your desperation
locked away in your own...
i saw the moon dance in your eyes
tears raining bright like fire flies
counting the cost of many lies
i whisper softly as wind thru trees
get up my love from off your knees
let the fire inside me for you unfreeze
its time to swim in warmer seas
looking into the abyss of the unknown
unanswered calls on your telephone
inside your soul pitifully cries for home
beside i stand but always felt alone
redemption from your own damnation
salvation from your desperation
locked away in your own...
749 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 7:52am
13th Mar 2016 7:52am
I Love You (acrostic)
Illuminated nights
Lain low entrenched in festering beds
Over the top at whistles screech
Vickers sing wars hymn
Explosions, shrapnel, dread barb wire
Youth that will never grow old
Old ashamed of a youth
Under earth, rusting whistles lie
Lain low entrenched in festering beds
Over the top at whistles screech
Vickers sing wars hymn
Explosions, shrapnel, dread barb wire
Youth that will never grow old
Old ashamed of a youth
Under earth, rusting whistles lie
977 reads
7 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2016 6:19pm
12th Mar 2016 6:19pm
A night on Pen-y-Fan
A bitter cold wind blew. It lashed her face, turning her cheeks red raw, her lips numb, her eyes watery. She fumbled in her thin navy blue plentiful pocket walking trousers for another tissue, ripping it slightly on a zip pulling it out, its corner flew away like some Cabbage White butterfly on speed. Half heartedly blowing her nose she backed a little further into the rocky crag. Kneeling down, opening her rucksacks top lid pocket, a feat made more difficult in the fading light, she pulled out a mobile phone. Bracing but momentarily, she left the crag and its meagre protection against the...
785 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 5:35pm
11th Mar 2016 5:35pm
Erosion
When it becomes too much
When I forget
The dead eye look creeps upon me face
Like some veterans 1000 yard stare
I go back to the first time
A moment from memory
All sights sounds smells
Those vivid faced below
Recapture butterflies, nervous excitement
Dont fluff a well rehearsed routine
Sweat prickling under hair
Stood still for eternity waiting, alone
Waiting for the music
200 pairs of eyes
5 inch black stilletoes, ankle boots
Laced tight
White mini dress of knit wool
Tied back of neck, no bra
Red thong, hair...
When I forget
The dead eye look creeps upon me face
Like some veterans 1000 yard stare
I go back to the first time
A moment from memory
All sights sounds smells
Those vivid faced below
Recapture butterflies, nervous excitement
Dont fluff a well rehearsed routine
Sweat prickling under hair
Stood still for eternity waiting, alone
Waiting for the music
200 pairs of eyes
5 inch black stilletoes, ankle boots
Laced tight
White mini dress of knit wool
Tied back of neck, no bra
Red thong, hair...
732 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2016 5:27pm
9th Mar 2016 5:27pm
Apathy Slumbers
Some ask…feigning interest I guess
Wot are your dreams?
So begins lies
For I have none
No use for dreams
Reminders of failure
Easier to fib…maybe more interesting to
Jump on a bandwagon
Little life little death
Not much to say on me epitaph
Cold dark peace
Dreamless
V.2
Some ask...feigning interest I guess
Wot are your dreams?
So the lies begin
For I have none
Dreams are of no use to me
Excess baggage or reminders of failure
So I leave them be
Easier to...
Wot are your dreams?
So begins lies
For I have none
No use for dreams
Reminders of failure
Easier to fib…maybe more interesting to
Jump on a bandwagon
Little life little death
Not much to say on me epitaph
Cold dark peace
Dreamless
V.2
Some ask...feigning interest I guess
Wot are your dreams?
So the lies begin
For I have none
Dreams are of no use to me
Excess baggage or reminders of failure
So I leave them be
Easier to...
630 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2016 10:20am
9th Mar 2016 10:20am
Tangible Soul
Candle flame,
flickers in draught
Clinging to wick,
thread of a life raft
Dance its shadows in eerie light
Demons of mind, taunt the night
Hot wax drips, silent clock ticks
Candle flame
Light out, snuffed out
Whispers in death,
smoke lingers
Existence
Dances thru my fingers
flickers in draught
Clinging to wick,
thread of a life raft
Dance its shadows in eerie light
Demons of mind, taunt the night
Hot wax drips, silent clock ticks
Candle flame
Light out, snuffed out
Whispers in death,
smoke lingers
Existence
Dances thru my fingers
680 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2016 8:23am
9th Mar 2016 8:23am
Ionian Seas
How great this burden
How cruel the Gods
To be born beneath everlasting skies
Smited by consequences of mortality
Gently rocking upon Poseiden's blue
Ever watched by Olympian eyes
Blighting my sight with kaleidoscopic vistas
Shattering glass soul, falling upon Herculean rocks
Shards of me sink into Ionian seas
For I have been cursed with, the perfect day
None shall be like this no more
To fade into a tomorrow-memory
No painting, no picture could capture
The sights an sounds entwined with emotions
Completeness, harmonious...
How cruel the Gods
To be born beneath everlasting skies
Smited by consequences of mortality
Gently rocking upon Poseiden's blue
Ever watched by Olympian eyes
Blighting my sight with kaleidoscopic vistas
Shattering glass soul, falling upon Herculean rocks
Shards of me sink into Ionian seas
For I have been cursed with, the perfect day
None shall be like this no more
To fade into a tomorrow-memory
No painting, no picture could capture
The sights an sounds entwined with emotions
Completeness, harmonious...
685 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2016 7:32am
8th Mar 2016 7:32am
Words
Words...
oh how they fail me
spining into infinity, how can one choose?
i see them, i read them
jelously
i see how real artists or those of inteligence pluck them
reminding me always always, i'm a fake
Words...
oh how i have seen them dance
gaily to the poets tune
angels of authors take me to heavenly vistas
how evil i must be
smash them, force them
enslave them to my bidding
Words, beautiful as those who wrote them
Illuminated Bibles...Lindisfarne
Freya, pagan I am
raiding, burning...destroyer
of the...
oh how they fail me
spining into infinity, how can one choose?
i see them, i read them
jelously
i see how real artists or those of inteligence pluck them
reminding me always always, i'm a fake
Words...
oh how i have seen them dance
gaily to the poets tune
angels of authors take me to heavenly vistas
how evil i must be
smash them, force them
enslave them to my bidding
Words, beautiful as those who wrote them
Illuminated Bibles...Lindisfarne
Freya, pagan I am
raiding, burning...destroyer
of the...
864 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 6:00am
6th Mar 2016 6:00am
Undercooked Waffle
Find your own space
put a name tag on it
Claim it for the workers of some fictitious revolution
Weaving words
for your own unique sonnet
Sing it in the shower of a mundane life
while seeking a seal of genuine approval
Rest a weary head on an unmarked pillow
Plasma dreams stop you going psychotic
No one stares thru glass of a threadbare window
No ring to slide onto
somones son or daughter
For somthing to say become a tin can cutter
Locked behind walls of borrowed bricks an mortar
Instant dinner
on a plastic table...
put a name tag on it
Claim it for the workers of some fictitious revolution
Weaving words
for your own unique sonnet
Sing it in the shower of a mundane life
while seeking a seal of genuine approval
Rest a weary head on an unmarked pillow
Plasma dreams stop you going psychotic
No one stares thru glass of a threadbare window
No ring to slide onto
somones son or daughter
For somthing to say become a tin can cutter
Locked behind walls of borrowed bricks an mortar
Instant dinner
on a plastic table...
890 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 5:54am
6th Mar 2016 5:54am
Fragrant Flagellation
Hot waters cascade
scolding skin
Pain to cleanse pain
Srubbing those parts touched
Sinful suds gurgle...a vipers laugh
To give freely
that which should be held dearly
Thrown so cheaply
Scratches, bite marks, scourged
last remnants slither between thighs
Sins of wanton intimacy
blights ones piety
How sweet the apple tasted
Bitter consequences squirm
In sewage writhes integrity
As Eden falls
Adam smirks
Eve takes all blame
Union of two
her shame to bear
alone
scolding skin
Pain to cleanse pain
Srubbing those parts touched
Sinful suds gurgle...a vipers laugh
To give freely
that which should be held dearly
Thrown so cheaply
Scratches, bite marks, scourged
last remnants slither between thighs
Sins of wanton intimacy
blights ones piety
How sweet the apple tasted
Bitter consequences squirm
In sewage writhes integrity
As Eden falls
Adam smirks
Eve takes all blame
Union of two
her shame to bear
alone
705 reads
5 Comments
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