Submissions by HarleyQuinn (Riah)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Too much angst for a 25 year old
Cruel
Shards that glitter
Ice?
No.
Glass.
Delicately slice
Handfuls of ribbons
Unraveling my fingerprints
I leave myself
In bright, red prints
On your cool, blue surface
Hard, cold, sharp
Cruel.
Ice?
No.
Glass.
Delicately slice
Handfuls of ribbons
Unraveling my fingerprints
I leave myself
In bright, red prints
On your cool, blue surface
Hard, cold, sharp
Cruel.
#anger
#hurt
107 reads
1 Comment
Breaking Through
#BDSM
#courage
#SelfDiscovery
195 reads
1 Comment
Raspberries
I'm craving raspberries
Ripe fruit
Full of thick, sweet juice
Leaving crimson dripping from my chin
I want to tease velvet skin with whispered fingers
Languid.
Lazy.
Slow.
Lingering on every treat
Till my mouth is bursting with the sweet, summery taste
Of raspberries
Ripe fruit
Full of thick, sweet juice
Leaving crimson dripping from my chin
I want to tease velvet skin with whispered fingers
Languid.
Lazy.
Slow.
Lingering on every treat
Till my mouth is bursting with the sweet, summery taste
Of raspberries
#sex
#food
#dirty
284 reads
1 Comment
Mantra
If this is my ego I want it to break
To see past myself, I need it to break
If this is the world I want it to break
To build something new we need it to break
If this is what life is I want it to break
We're not made for this, to live it must break
If this is sustaining us I want it to break
It poisons itself, we must make it break
To see past myself, I need it to break
If this is the world I want it to break
To build something new we need it to break
If this is what life is I want it to break
We're not made for this, to live it must break
If this is sustaining us I want it to break
It poisons itself, we must make it break
#courage
#power
#politics
#freedom
#rebellion
182 reads
1 Comment
Back and Forth
#lust
#LGBT
#passion
210 reads
5 Comments
It Wasn't Fast
It was a slow burn,
Not a showy, flashy end.
We just slowly starved.
Not a showy, flashy end.
We just slowly starved.
#dystopian
367 reads
10 Comments
The Dead Cat in the Hat
The sun did not shine,
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house,
All that cold, wet day.
I sat there with Sally,
We sat there in dread.
There was something that stank,
It was under the bed.
We were too scared to look,
But we both had a clue.
What was under the bed?
I think we both knew.
Daddy could be scary
After we went to bed.
I had the worst feeling,
That the thing there was dead.
We sat by the bed,
We sat very still.
I thought of my friend
That I met by the...
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house,
All that cold, wet day.
I sat there with Sally,
We sat there in dread.
There was something that stank,
It was under the bed.
We were too scared to look,
But we both had a clue.
What was under the bed?
I think we both knew.
Daddy could be scary
After we went to bed.
I had the worst feeling,
That the thing there was dead.
We sat by the bed,
We sat very still.
I thought of my friend
That I met by the...
#dark
#death
#DrSeuss #horror
#DrSeuss #horror
540 reads
6 Comments
Murderer's Haiku
I stare at the blood
It drips, drips off of my hands
It wasn't my fault
I couldn't help it
He warped me till I just snapped
He made me do it
They will not find me
I'll burn down his fucking house
It's time to run now
First I feed the dog
He's such a sweet little boy
Now I must clean up
It drips, drips off of my hands
It wasn't my fault
I couldn't help it
He warped me till I just snapped
He made me do it
They will not find me
I'll burn down his fucking house
It's time to run now
First I feed the dog
He's such a sweet little boy
Now I must clean up
#dark
#murder
#fiction
368 reads
1 Comment
After the Storm
I've never understood the phrase "calm before the storm"
There is no calm before a storm
Those moments are fraught
Twisted and tense
Filled with anxious dread that makes your stomach churn
No
I am calm once the storm has passed
When I run out of rain
When I have raged, and cried, and sobbed
Until there is nothing but the space my storm occupied
That's when I find calm
It's where I find clarity
A storm is a story
A sequence of events
It is the release of pressure
Like most stories
It is best...
There is no calm before a storm
Those moments are fraught
Twisted and tense
Filled with anxious dread that makes your stomach churn
No
I am calm once the storm has passed
When I run out of rain
When I have raged, and cried, and sobbed
Until there is nothing but the space my storm occupied
That's when I find calm
It's where I find clarity
A storm is a story
A sequence of events
It is the release of pressure
Like most stories
It is best...
#sadness
#grief
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
502 reads
2 Comments
The introduction to a short story I've been playing with
9:37 am, November 16
Lydia woke up on the bathroom floor with the sinking suspicion that her nose was broken. Wiping the blood from her face she realized that she didn't care, and that the Prozac must not have worn off yet.
It had been a very eventful week.
Lydia woke up on the bathroom floor with the sinking suspicion that her nose was broken. Wiping the blood from her face she realized that she didn't care, and that the Prozac must not have worn off yet.
It had been a very eventful week.
777 reads
3 Comments
shattered (haiku)
I know I'm breaking
I can hear myself shatter
I won't be the same
I can hear myself shatter
I won't be the same
960 reads
7 Comments
Te Veel (Afrikaans, Translation at the end)
Party dae is ek te veel.
Te moeilik,
Te maklik,
Verskriklik,
Gepla,
Met n broek vol miere
En n hart in twee gedeel.
Party dae is ek te besig,
Ek luister Sonder aandag
En ek praat myself verby.
Ek duik in te diep,
En ek soms word ek verlei.
Party dae is dit moeilik om besluite te neem.
Onseker trap ek sag en versigtig
Want dis donker en dis vreemd.
Party dae is ek blind
Maar, ek hou vas aan my hoop,
Al is ek hoe bang vir die pad wat ek loop.
Al is dit hoe moeilik om my hart weer te vind.
Party dae...
Te moeilik,
Te maklik,
Verskriklik,
Gepla,
Met n broek vol miere
En n hart in twee gedeel.
Party dae is ek te besig,
Ek luister Sonder aandag
En ek praat myself verby.
Ek duik in te diep,
En ek soms word ek verlei.
Party dae is dit moeilik om besluite te neem.
Onseker trap ek sag en versigtig
Want dis donker en dis vreemd.
Party dae is ek blind
Maar, ek hou vas aan my hoop,
Al is ek hoe bang vir die pad wat ek loop.
Al is dit hoe moeilik om my hart weer te vind.
Party dae...
1076 reads
7 Comments
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