Submissions by Hearica
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel, or wish to feel which is a weird way to put it. Its like writing a short story, but in a lyrical sense.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Aug 2023 9:52pm
24th Aug 2023 9:52pm
Chained
I want to scream, let my lungs burst.
Maybe then you'll hear me, find me.
Run to me, yet, I know you can't.
Chained, bound by your past.
Locked away to only speak in brief. moments, leaving me saddened.
So I'll weep, for you, my dear.
Lest the tears create a river to your door.
Maybe then you'll hear me, find me.
Run to me, yet, I know you can't.
Chained, bound by your past.
Locked away to only speak in brief. moments, leaving me saddened.
So I'll weep, for you, my dear.
Lest the tears create a river to your door.
#prison
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2023 9:47pm
24th Aug 2023 9:47pm
Mask
I'm nothing special,
I never have been,
Just deluded,
To think that, they could of seen.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
I tried joining in, playing along.
I guess it's just, me.
Little glances,
The louder silence.
Giving out, so many chances.
Why do I feel this way,
They don't give a shit,
About what I say.
Yet here I am waiting,
For fake Nicities.
Turned to self violence.
The masking, the self hatred, I put on a show.
Hoping that they don't, know. But I know...
I never have been,
Just deluded,
To think that, they could of seen.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
I tried joining in, playing along.
I guess it's just, me.
Little glances,
The louder silence.
Giving out, so many chances.
Why do I feel this way,
They don't give a shit,
About what I say.
Yet here I am waiting,
For fake Nicities.
Turned to self violence.
The masking, the self hatred, I put on a show.
Hoping that they don't, know. But I know...
#Autism
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2023 2:51am
24th Aug 2023 2:51am
Twin Flames
I know that face,
I know this feeling,
We've met, but in another place,
But what am I not seeing?
Oh
Hello again.
Another first with you.
I'd know you out of all men,
And we would get there again,
To I do.
I know this feeling,
We've met, but in another place,
But what am I not seeing?
Oh
Hello again.
Another first with you.
I'd know you out of all men,
And we would get there again,
To I do.
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Aug 2023 2:45am
24th Aug 2023 2:45am
25-04-22
I shudder at the very thought of what you may do with me.
What tantalising ideas of such pleasure and oh how your breath, would wound my very soul.
Hands glaze upon untouched peaks and hills.
Entangled together so delicately, so masterfully.
Dictated by nature itself.
What tantalising ideas of such pleasure and oh how your breath, would wound my very soul.
Hands glaze upon untouched peaks and hills.
Entangled together so delicately, so masterfully.
Dictated by nature itself.
#sex
#erotic
#sensual #sexy
#sensual #sexy
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DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2020 2:56am
9th May 2020 2:56am
Death can Dance
I have never danced before,
Yet my feet know where to go,
My body spun grasping for more,
I felt as if my skin was almost aglow.
Was it the black lure of his hollow eyes?
Or the fire which spat from his breath?
This was a move I should have revised,
But who can say, they've danced with Death.
A chill crept along my skin,
My completion fading to white,
I felt my body shrinking, stick thin,
For this is a dance, and a fight.
I know I won't win, that is clear to see,
Though I won't give up easily,
As I...
Yet my feet know where to go,
My body spun grasping for more,
I felt as if my skin was almost aglow.
Was it the black lure of his hollow eyes?
Or the fire which spat from his breath?
This was a move I should have revised,
But who can say, they've danced with Death.
A chill crept along my skin,
My completion fading to white,
I felt my body shrinking, stick thin,
For this is a dance, and a fight.
I know I won't win, that is clear to see,
Though I won't give up easily,
As I...
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2015 11:42pm
19th Oct 2015 11:42pm
Darkness is Clear
a What is it to be in the Dark?
To feel alone and afraid?
Simply waiting for the spark?
Or to be waiting for aid?
I may be young and stupid,
But I wish to be in love,
To be hit by an arrow of Cupid,
Not to be given a shove.
Some say the Dark is black,
A blanket of the unknown,
But its simply not seeing behind you back,
Or to be hurt by what you do know.
To cry is to feel the dark,
To be pushed into fear,
To be tempted to make a...
To feel alone and afraid?
Simply waiting for the spark?
Or to be waiting for aid?
I may be young and stupid,
But I wish to be in love,
To be hit by an arrow of Cupid,
Not to be given a shove.
Some say the Dark is black,
A blanket of the unknown,
But its simply not seeing behind you back,
Or to be hurt by what you do know.
To cry is to feel the dark,
To be pushed into fear,
To be tempted to make a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 10:59pm
3rd Sep 2015 10:59pm
The Game of Life and Death
The idea of death is a complicated one,
Some ignore it, some explore it,
By means of knowledge, or even a gun.
But once it come around, what's done is done,
Nothing can be changed, nothing is the same,
But hope you'll be surrounded by loved ones.
We Humans fear it, and that brings no shame,
But life was given to you, be grateful,
Born with a name in a family frame,
Welcome to this game.
Whether you choose to walk in numbers or alone,
Don't compromise for another person,
You are no clone, don't let them worsen you. ...
Some ignore it, some explore it,
By means of knowledge, or even a gun.
But once it come around, what's done is done,
Nothing can be changed, nothing is the same,
But hope you'll be surrounded by loved ones.
We Humans fear it, and that brings no shame,
But life was given to you, be grateful,
Born with a name in a family frame,
Welcome to this game.
Whether you choose to walk in numbers or alone,
Don't compromise for another person,
You are no clone, don't let them worsen you. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 10:37pm
31st Aug 2015 10:37pm
Oh Winter...
I feel I should be under this tree,
Under the leafy over grown canopy,
To watch the sunless day go by,
And see the birds steadily fly.
I am not one for the warmer seasons,
For this I can't give any reasons,
To feel warm though is a desire,
But I'd much rather be next to a fire.
Be it a fireplace or on bonfire night,
Either in winter is such a delight,
I'd take a hot chocolate over an ice cream,
An Alaskan adventure over a California Dream.
Doesn't matter the day,
This I will always say,
The winter is much more warm,...
Under the leafy over grown canopy,
To watch the sunless day go by,
And see the birds steadily fly.
I am not one for the warmer seasons,
For this I can't give any reasons,
To feel warm though is a desire,
But I'd much rather be next to a fire.
Be it a fireplace or on bonfire night,
Either in winter is such a delight,
I'd take a hot chocolate over an ice cream,
An Alaskan adventure over a California Dream.
Doesn't matter the day,
This I will always say,
The winter is much more warm,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 10:23pm
31st Aug 2015 10:23pm
Dear... Taylor?
Well you're name isn't Taylor, but you seem to think you're Miss Swift herself,
Though unlike her you can't seem to find a man for yourself.
It's like you're a child picking up the toys I left behind,
To be honest, I really don't care, keep what you find.
It's like I'm Katy Perry in this match of Bad Blood,
One moment you're fine, then you hit like a flash flood.
I've been the mature one about this Swift,
Whilst you're going adrift.
You make yourself out to be the victim,
When in actual fact you're a snake, sly and thin.
It's like...
Though unlike her you can't seem to find a man for yourself.
It's like you're a child picking up the toys I left behind,
To be honest, I really don't care, keep what you find.
It's like I'm Katy Perry in this match of Bad Blood,
One moment you're fine, then you hit like a flash flood.
I've been the mature one about this Swift,
Whilst you're going adrift.
You make yourself out to be the victim,
When in actual fact you're a snake, sly and thin.
It's like...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 1:14am
23rd Jul 2015 1:14am
I won't be Tamed.
Oh how could I be fool?
To stand aside and watch.
While you played me like a tool,
When all you wanted was my crotch.
Isn't that all I'm good for?
To lay underneath you.
All I am is a whore,
Should I film it, go hire a crew.
Yes I enjoy to engage in the act,
I should not be shamed.
And that is a fact,
Nor should I have to be tamed.
I am a person,
I have needs.
Though to not let the evidence worsen,
Please keep your 'seeds'.
I will divulge,
I will consume.
I will indulge,
Until I take a...
To stand aside and watch.
While you played me like a tool,
When all you wanted was my crotch.
Isn't that all I'm good for?
To lay underneath you.
All I am is a whore,
Should I film it, go hire a crew.
Yes I enjoy to engage in the act,
I should not be shamed.
And that is a fact,
Nor should I have to be tamed.
I am a person,
I have needs.
Though to not let the evidence worsen,
Please keep your 'seeds'.
I will divulge,
I will consume.
I will indulge,
Until I take a...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2015 11:31pm
20th Jun 2015 11:31pm
This is for you, Dad
Here is a quick poem for you,
To say what I cannot speak.
To start to chew through,
To me you are indeed unique.
You are after all my Dad,
You are my one and only.
I know that I might seem sad or mad,
And I might even seem lonely.
But I know I am loved,
And you are in return,
Though sometimes you are back shoved,
But when I do I also do feel the burn.
Despite my understanding of the written word,
When I try to say anything,
it gets stuck on the tip of my tongue.
I know how I act sometimes...
To say what I cannot speak.
To start to chew through,
To me you are indeed unique.
You are after all my Dad,
You are my one and only.
I know that I might seem sad or mad,
And I might even seem lonely.
But I know I am loved,
And you are in return,
Though sometimes you are back shoved,
But when I do I also do feel the burn.
Despite my understanding of the written word,
When I try to say anything,
it gets stuck on the tip of my tongue.
I know how I act sometimes...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 9:24pm
9th Jun 2015 9:24pm
Dear Jon
I have so much to say to you Jon,
But I guess here will have to do.
I already feel like you're gone,
What must I have to go through.
You might be over a 100 miles away,
But I feel like you're even further,
What am I supposed to say?
Did I stray? For you should I pray?
Because I am not one to betray.
I will be here, I will stay.
But for you, I cannot say.
How many times have I imagined it?
Finally being with you.
But over the year I've taken the hit,
Are you sure you can commit?
Because I am not...
But I guess here will have to do.
I already feel like you're gone,
What must I have to go through.
You might be over a 100 miles away,
But I feel like you're even further,
What am I supposed to say?
Did I stray? For you should I pray?
Because I am not one to betray.
I will be here, I will stay.
But for you, I cannot say.
How many times have I imagined it?
Finally being with you.
But over the year I've taken the hit,
Are you sure you can commit?
Because I am not...
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