Submissions by HarleyQuinn (Riah)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Too much angst for a 25 year old
STORY POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 2:09pm
19th Apr 2014 2:09pm
The Remnants
They attacked from all fronts
Crawling out from the deepest trenches,
The bowels of the earth.
Emerging from the murky waters
From oceans we didn't even know could exist.
They came from the skies,
Hiding themselves in mists and clouds.
They permeated the air with a toxic stench
Sucking up our oxygen
Leaving death in its place.
They were in the minds of the creatures we called friends
Our four legged compainions quickly turned on us
Without a second of hesitation
They ripped us to shreds.
We immediately turned...
Crawling out from the deepest trenches,
The bowels of the earth.
Emerging from the murky waters
From oceans we didn't even know could exist.
They came from the skies,
Hiding themselves in mists and clouds.
They permeated the air with a toxic stench
Sucking up our oxygen
Leaving death in its place.
They were in the minds of the creatures we called friends
Our four legged compainions quickly turned on us
Without a second of hesitation
They ripped us to shreds.
We immediately turned...
956 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 10:26am
19th Apr 2014 10:26am
Erotic Haikus
Soft lingering breaths
Whispered words on open skin
Echoes deep within
Your quicksilver tongue
Gives off a building tempo
A petrol soaked flame
Finally the peak
A volatile explosion
Permeates the air
Whispered words on open skin
Echoes deep within
Your quicksilver tongue
Gives off a building tempo
A petrol soaked flame
Finally the peak
A volatile explosion
Permeates the air
1134 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 1:34am
19th Apr 2014 1:34am
Love
Written for the 'poems about a feeling or, situation' comp
Her: Are you ok?
Me: No.
Her: Why woman? What happened?
Me: Its stupid don't worry about it. What are you up to?
Her: Stupid is as stupid does, what's wrong?
Me: Are you quoting Forest Gump?
Her: So what if I am?
Me: Well, its a rather odd choice isn't it?
Her: As I see it, that's just a matter of perspective. What's wrong?
Me: Why do you need to know so badly? Why can't my business just stay my business? Honestly sometimes I feel as if...
Her: Are you ok?
Me: No.
Her: Why woman? What happened?
Me: Its stupid don't worry about it. What are you up to?
Her: Stupid is as stupid does, what's wrong?
Me: Are you quoting Forest Gump?
Her: So what if I am?
Me: Well, its a rather odd choice isn't it?
Her: As I see it, that's just a matter of perspective. What's wrong?
Me: Why do you need to know so badly? Why can't my business just stay my business? Honestly sometimes I feel as if...
693 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 1:01am
19th Apr 2014 1:01am
The Letter
written for the letter competition*
Ri-Hani
You have no idea how I miss you, how I long to reclaim the innocence taken from you.
You're nine years old. Right now your biggest problems are that you have a horrible math teacher and your friends are all thinner than you, and for that I truly envy you. Even you in your vast naivety understand that you have a good life, you have your whole future ahead of you with what feels like no interruptions. I wish I could say that that part lasts forever.
You're coming to a transition that is as neccessary as it is...
Ri-Hani
You have no idea how I miss you, how I long to reclaim the innocence taken from you.
You're nine years old. Right now your biggest problems are that you have a horrible math teacher and your friends are all thinner than you, and for that I truly envy you. Even you in your vast naivety understand that you have a good life, you have your whole future ahead of you with what feels like no interruptions. I wish I could say that that part lasts forever.
You're coming to a transition that is as neccessary as it is...
671 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 9:58pm
9th Apr 2014 9:58pm
I Live
I live for all the things I've never seen.
For the books I've never read,
And the places I've never been.
I live for the food I haven't tasted
And all the laughs I've kept inside.
I live for every oppertunity to get wasted
And the chance to be a bride.
I live for the one night stands
And the useless plans.
I live for every life I've touched and will,
And the chance to see her smile for real.
For the good times and the bad.
For the oppertunities to be both happy and sad.
I live for the awkward moments...
For the books I've never read,
And the places I've never been.
I live for the food I haven't tasted
And all the laughs I've kept inside.
I live for every oppertunity to get wasted
And the chance to be a bride.
I live for the one night stands
And the useless plans.
I live for every life I've touched and will,
And the chance to see her smile for real.
For the good times and the bad.
For the oppertunities to be both happy and sad.
I live for the awkward moments...
852 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 11:41pm
5th Apr 2014 11:41pm
I haven't decided yet.
Empty idols,
Built to be as big as god
Standing amongst the sacrifices of the blind, deaf and dumb.
Seek yea first the kingdom of the hypocrite and all these things shall be added unto you;
Bitterness,
Resentment,
Bigotry,
Intolerance.
You build your lives upon cornerstones of fear,
Adding to them day by day
Until you've convinced yourself of the sanctity of the tormented life.
You martyr yourselves till joy itself feels like a sin
Turning each pleasure into a labour of unrequited love.
Embittered...
Built to be as big as god
Standing amongst the sacrifices of the blind, deaf and dumb.
Seek yea first the kingdom of the hypocrite and all these things shall be added unto you;
Bitterness,
Resentment,
Bigotry,
Intolerance.
You build your lives upon cornerstones of fear,
Adding to them day by day
Until you've convinced yourself of the sanctity of the tormented life.
You martyr yourselves till joy itself feels like a sin
Turning each pleasure into a labour of unrequited love.
Embittered...
840 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 4:39pm
5th Apr 2014 4:39pm
Zombies
Slaves to substance.
A contemporary horde.
Dancing like puppets,
Pulled by the strings of a primal need.
The frenzied urge to feed has slowly taken over,
Infected you to the core,
Now its completely claimed your conscious mind.
No other thought enters your head,
There's no room for any other desire.
None but the need to feed your craving
Created by the poison that pumps through your veins.
At first you believed that the disease could be controlled,
Not seeing the way it made you slowly decay.
Now you see how it unravels...
A contemporary horde.
Dancing like puppets,
Pulled by the strings of a primal need.
The frenzied urge to feed has slowly taken over,
Infected you to the core,
Now its completely claimed your conscious mind.
No other thought enters your head,
There's no room for any other desire.
None but the need to feed your craving
Created by the poison that pumps through your veins.
At first you believed that the disease could be controlled,
Not seeing the way it made you slowly decay.
Now you see how it unravels...
827 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 3:00pm
5th Apr 2014 3:00pm
Toy Soldiers
Shh.
Hear that?
Its the sound of synchronised minds
Thinking in time
To the endless beat of society.
Drowning you in their mind control,
Good for the whole family,
Come one! Come all!
They'll take you at any age
Stifling you,
Replacing your trains of thought with a dull sensless rage.
A sea of faces drift by
As they fill your head with all the sounds of nothing.
On and on it drones,
Like a fly,
Buzzing around the inside of your head.
Making a nest.
Like rats they hide in the walls,
Giving new meaning...
Hear that?
Its the sound of synchronised minds
Thinking in time
To the endless beat of society.
Drowning you in their mind control,
Good for the whole family,
Come one! Come all!
They'll take you at any age
Stifling you,
Replacing your trains of thought with a dull sensless rage.
A sea of faces drift by
As they fill your head with all the sounds of nothing.
On and on it drones,
Like a fly,
Buzzing around the inside of your head.
Making a nest.
Like rats they hide in the walls,
Giving new meaning...
941 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2014 4:19pm
1st Apr 2014 4:19pm
High Ramblings
This is a diary entry. I got high wrote this the day after the most catastrophic event in my life to date.
Bob Marley was brilliant. Its as if every lyric he ever wrote was written for a woman with tears in her eyes. I suppose that's who they were meant for. And for the man who feels scared, and the child that doesn't understand. Whatever the reason, his music makes me happy. It soaks up all the world's evil like a sponge in a basin. Its sunshine on a tropical island, the water blue and the smell of mangoes drifting on the air. His lyrics are simple. They declare peace with every...
Bob Marley was brilliant. Its as if every lyric he ever wrote was written for a woman with tears in her eyes. I suppose that's who they were meant for. And for the man who feels scared, and the child that doesn't understand. Whatever the reason, his music makes me happy. It soaks up all the world's evil like a sponge in a basin. Its sunshine on a tropical island, the water blue and the smell of mangoes drifting on the air. His lyrics are simple. They declare peace with every...
754 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 9:40pm
21st Mar 2014 9:40pm
Falling Feathers
Feathers fall from angel wings,
Floating down without a sound.
In the distance a churchbell rings.
A mother cries
As the choirboy sings.
Feathers fall from angel wings
Hypocrisy permeates the air
Its a double edged sword that stings
Like a hornet,
Angry, violent
Without mercy or care.
Feathers fall from an angels wing.
A young girl shoots, not with a gun.
Lays back, waits for it to sing.
The poison pulsing through her veins
Binds more tightly than any chains.
Feathers fall from his angel's wing
An old...
Floating down without a sound.
In the distance a churchbell rings.
A mother cries
As the choirboy sings.
Feathers fall from angel wings
Hypocrisy permeates the air
Its a double edged sword that stings
Like a hornet,
Angry, violent
Without mercy or care.
Feathers fall from an angels wing.
A young girl shoots, not with a gun.
Lays back, waits for it to sing.
The poison pulsing through her veins
Binds more tightly than any chains.
Feathers fall from his angel's wing
An old...
769 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 7:12am
21st Mar 2014 7:12am
Angel Eyes
He is a predator,
A demon in the night.
When he chooses you
There's no putting up a fight.
He fools you with his golden ring
Flaunting it, a false banner.
Like a magnet he draws you in,
One little lie at a time.
He approaches you with his lies
And his smiles
And the truth he so loves to bend
And his drinks with the nasty surprise at the end
That's some fucked up false advertising
Never does he call you by name,
That's not part of the game.
If and when he greets you its always the same.
"Hello...
A demon in the night.
When he chooses you
There's no putting up a fight.
He fools you with his golden ring
Flaunting it, a false banner.
Like a magnet he draws you in,
One little lie at a time.
He approaches you with his lies
And his smiles
And the truth he so loves to bend
And his drinks with the nasty surprise at the end
That's some fucked up false advertising
Never does he call you by name,
That's not part of the game.
If and when he greets you its always the same.
"Hello...
731 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2014 12:36pm
18th Mar 2014 12:36pm
Edward Mordrake
Whispers in the night,
Filling your mind with trepidation and fright
Taunting you
Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind
Are waiting
In the dark corners of your phsyche
To come and get you in your sleep
A twisted face
With twisted words
Pecking at your sanity
Like Hitchcock and one of his birds
The worst?
Its that you can't escape,
Before you were even spawned
You had sealed your fate
What did you do?
I wonder ...
Filling your mind with trepidation and fright
Taunting you
Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind
Are waiting
In the dark corners of your phsyche
To come and get you in your sleep
A twisted face
With twisted words
Pecking at your sanity
Like Hitchcock and one of his birds
The worst?
Its that you can't escape,
Before you were even spawned
You had sealed your fate
What did you do?
I wonder ...
1892 reads
6 Comments
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