Submissions by GentleStorm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I write poems.
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 4:50am
13th Jul 2013 4:50am
A Lost Optimist
When her dreams went bad,
she set fire
to butterfly wings.
she set fire
to butterfly wings.
629 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 4:34am
12th Jul 2013 4:34am
Damaged Goods
The avocados are mushy
The strawberries are fuzzy
Granny Smith apples are mottled with bruises
Carrot slime stains your hands
Is cheese supposed to be this moldy?
Take better care of the groceries, you lazy fucking bitch!
And you eat a stale cracker.
The strawberries are fuzzy
Granny Smith apples are mottled with bruises
Carrot slime stains your hands
Is cheese supposed to be this moldy?
Take better care of the groceries, you lazy fucking bitch!
And you eat a stale cracker.
760 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 5:35am
10th Jul 2013 5:35am
There's No Princess Within
I don't build walls.
I am the wall,
five feet and six inches tall,
42-36-43 inches thick,
a scarecrow face,
and a stumbling gait.
A moat of repressed emotions
swirls with sharks made of memories
just below the drawbridge.
Acne-cloaked archers
stand at the ready,
for anyone who dares breech my borders,
for anyone too blind to see the warning signs.
I do not build walls.
I am the wall,
bound with barbed wires,
wrought with spokes and spires,
simply protecting an empty room
rebelliously left with...
I am the wall,
five feet and six inches tall,
42-36-43 inches thick,
a scarecrow face,
and a stumbling gait.
A moat of repressed emotions
swirls with sharks made of memories
just below the drawbridge.
Acne-cloaked archers
stand at the ready,
for anyone who dares breech my borders,
for anyone too blind to see the warning signs.
I do not build walls.
I am the wall,
bound with barbed wires,
wrought with spokes and spires,
simply protecting an empty room
rebelliously left with...
634 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 3:06am
8th Jul 2013 3:06am
Portrait of a Monster
If cancer were a monster, I imagine that it would look something like this:
an amorphous mass of bulges,
skin colored lumps growing out of control.
a double helix grin stretches wide across its face
with nucleic acid fangs constructing my doom.
pitiless eyes reflect an eternity of white walled rooms.
its claws would be chisels to engrave a family of tombstones.
it would have star-crossed strands of Medusa hair.
if I dare to look too long, I'll may meet my fate,
joining my daddy and aunt,
in wherever the hell your consciousness goes after...
an amorphous mass of bulges,
skin colored lumps growing out of control.
a double helix grin stretches wide across its face
with nucleic acid fangs constructing my doom.
pitiless eyes reflect an eternity of white walled rooms.
its claws would be chisels to engrave a family of tombstones.
it would have star-crossed strands of Medusa hair.
if I dare to look too long, I'll may meet my fate,
joining my daddy and aunt,
in wherever the hell your consciousness goes after...
555 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 2:29am
13th Feb 2013 2:29am
Dear L;
Words trickle down,
dripping drool
from ignorant lips
They seep into your skin
they stain your clothes,
your soul
You hear them in the hallways,
you hear them in the house
Kid,
you hear them in your head.
You're infected, darling
trained to hate imperfection, dear
lift your head a little higher, darling
you're more than you see in the mirror.
Compliments fall flat
tripping on the tangles
of low self esteem
You've heard the lies for so...
dripping drool
from ignorant lips
They seep into your skin
they stain your clothes,
your soul
You hear them in the hallways,
you hear them in the house
Kid,
you hear them in your head.
You're infected, darling
trained to hate imperfection, dear
lift your head a little higher, darling
you're more than you see in the mirror.
Compliments fall flat
tripping on the tangles
of low self esteem
You've heard the lies for so...
935 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 11:08pm
11th Feb 2013 11:08pm
Duct Tape Beats Self Discipline
My words are cl U m
s Y
They trip from my lips,
tumble through the air,
clanging and clashing,
a meaningless cacophony.
My words are sharp.
They cut my tongue
unforgiving as they cris-cross
a dozen lines through my mouth
My words are imperfection
and I want my speech to cea
s Y
They trip from my lips,
tumble through the air,
clanging and clashing,
a meaningless cacophony.
My words are sharp.
They cut my tongue
unforgiving as they cris-cross
a dozen lines through my mouth
My words are imperfection
and I want my speech to cea
635 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 2:01am
16th Jan 2013 2:01am
The Girl who Refused to be Broken
She was made of dreams
full of innocent hope
destined to rule
the world
forever
.
with
a steady
heart, beautifully unbroken
healing all the hurt
Cleansing all the painful sorrow.
full of innocent hope
destined to rule
the world
forever
.
with
a steady
heart, beautifully unbroken
healing all the hurt
Cleansing all the painful sorrow.
627 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 1:58am
16th Jan 2013 1:58am
The Phone Call
Tears freeze,
rolled halfway down her chin
held precariously against her face
sparkling like icicles
after the
snowstorm.
rolled halfway down her chin
held precariously against her face
sparkling like icicles
after the
snowstorm.
584 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 8:39pm
16th Dec 2012 8:39pm
My Favorite
An ancient sorrow
buried within a heavy heart.
Words spin out from cracked lips
that whisper mysterious mixtures
of hate and love.
A mirror cracked and shattered
broken by the lies society told her,
and maybe she told
herself.
Bones much stronger than avian wings
make up her skeletal structure
and her head hosts a mind so deep
a universe lies inside,
nestled warm and
safe.
A weird girl with an honest heart
that beats like an uncoordinated
drummer in a rock band
meant to shout
and show the world
what...
buried within a heavy heart.
Words spin out from cracked lips
that whisper mysterious mixtures
of hate and love.
A mirror cracked and shattered
broken by the lies society told her,
and maybe she told
herself.
Bones much stronger than avian wings
make up her skeletal structure
and her head hosts a mind so deep
a universe lies inside,
nestled warm and
safe.
A weird girl with an honest heart
that beats like an uncoordinated
drummer in a rock band
meant to shout
and show the world
what...
788 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 4:07am
19th Nov 2012 4:07am
A Portrait of Mr. Darcy
She dips the fine tip
Into greys and blacks and browns
Sweeps the brush across the canvas
Drawing a portrait
Of a man shrouded by his frown.
Lips part like stone, letting
Whispers of familial insults and
A proud proposal snake out
“He spoke of apprehension and anxiety
But his countenance expressed real security.”
She warms cheeks with crimson shades,
Coloring him with love and rage and shame,
Melting away the frozen face
Painting a portrait
Of a man shouldering so much blame.
“Mr. Darcy was condemned
As the worst...
Into greys and blacks and browns
Sweeps the brush across the canvas
Drawing a portrait
Of a man shrouded by his frown.
Lips part like stone, letting
Whispers of familial insults and
A proud proposal snake out
“He spoke of apprehension and anxiety
But his countenance expressed real security.”
She warms cheeks with crimson shades,
Coloring him with love and rage and shame,
Melting away the frozen face
Painting a portrait
Of a man shouldering so much blame.
“Mr. Darcy was condemned
As the worst...
827 reads
2 Comments
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