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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 8:26pm
29th Mar 2015 8:26pm
One Person
I never had any intentions of loving more than one person.
I was hoping to find someone, and that would be it.
I would be set for life, with someone that loved me dearly.
Just having that thought in my head, made me smile.
A finger traced down my cheek, soft, elegant and delicately.
Trailing around the rim of my face, surfacing what the owner of the finger thought was beautiful.
My smile was reflected in front of me, crookedly and sweet.
A pair of liquidized gold looked into my pair of ring ocean blue water.
Both pairs of rings were centered by a black...
I was hoping to find someone, and that would be it.
I would be set for life, with someone that loved me dearly.
Just having that thought in my head, made me smile.
A finger traced down my cheek, soft, elegant and delicately.
Trailing around the rim of my face, surfacing what the owner of the finger thought was beautiful.
My smile was reflected in front of me, crookedly and sweet.
A pair of liquidized gold looked into my pair of ring ocean blue water.
Both pairs of rings were centered by a black...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 8:21pm
29th Mar 2015 8:21pm
Ill.
I am not one for little words,
In fact I am rather loud,
I could deafen birds,
And many a crowd.
But I am in fact ill,
I cannot see a happy side,
But I'll find a will,
But not before I've cried.
I do not wish to upset,
But I wish not feel this way,
I know I am my own threat,
Cause I cannot keep the knife at bay.
Clawing my nails into my palm,
Tearing off peels of skin,
I might feel calm,
But I have fallen to my own sin.
I know I will be my own end,
How I do not know, ...
In fact I am rather loud,
I could deafen birds,
And many a crowd.
But I am in fact ill,
I cannot see a happy side,
But I'll find a will,
But not before I've cried.
I do not wish to upset,
But I wish not feel this way,
I know I am my own threat,
Cause I cannot keep the knife at bay.
Clawing my nails into my palm,
Tearing off peels of skin,
I might feel calm,
But I have fallen to my own sin.
I know I will be my own end,
How I do not know, ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Mar 2015 6:55pm
28th Mar 2015 6:55pm
Tears of an Angel
Through clouds, Myths and Legends. There was the first Angel that cried. She still sits there, weeping. She's not stopped, after all these years. Her black, ebony like hair curls to her cheeks. Her silk, soft white dress covers her feet, not allowing any part of her to be shown. Her tears are rare in the Heavens, but on Earth. Her tears are always there. She sends them down to us, trying to tell us something. Bad things come with her tears, not good at all. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, hurricanes. But one thing of beauty, snow. Like her skin, pale, cold. But that isn't the most beautiful thing she...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Mar 2015 6:43pm
28th Mar 2015 6:43pm
UpRising - Chapter Three - Final Goodbye
Running from the guards was easier than I expected, they called for us to come back. I was like, seriously? You actually expect us to come back? Are you stupid? Probably actually. Some ran after us, but being younger and more agile, me and Erik made distance between them effortlessly. Erik was actually running faster than me, but I'm not surprised, I was barely trying. It was when their bow and arrows came into play that I sprinted ahead of Erik, he got the message. Knowing he couldn't run much faster, he had another plan. He zigzagged through the tall, savannah like grass which grew either...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Mar 2015 10:54pm
27th Mar 2015 10:54pm
UpRising - Chapter Two - Prejudice
The curtain-less windows unveiled a blinding light, I threw my hands over my eyes. It burns. I groaned, not wanting to get up. I hate Mondays, but who doesn't? Nobody, that's who. I rolled off the bed and hit the floor, not bothered if I crushed my arm or rib or some other bone. I moaned under my breath, just wanting to fall asleep on the floor. My eyelids closed without checking if I wanted them to, but I couldn't bothered to argue with myself. I curled up, and pulled the cover from the bed over my body. But it barely retained heat, it just laid there, not doing it's job.
“Come on...
“Come on...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Mar 2015 10:53pm
27th Mar 2015 10:53pm
UpRising - Chapter One - The Day of Lasts
An arrow shot through the trees, and plunged into a nearby bush. I heard him disappointingly tut.
“Try again. But this time, look through the bow. Not at it!” he scowled. I lowered the bow and arrow and glared at him saying 'I'm trying.' I know he's only trying to help, but I can't help but think he's becoming one of those teachers you wish that you could yell at. The forest was very private, so I could practice without getting embarrassed if someone was watching. Except Erik of course, but he was allowed to watch, well he had to. How else could he teach me?
He's been teaching me...
“Try again. But this time, look through the bow. Not at it!” he scowled. I lowered the bow and arrow and glared at him saying 'I'm trying.' I know he's only trying to help, but I can't help but think he's becoming one of those teachers you wish that you could yell at. The forest was very private, so I could practice without getting embarrassed if someone was watching. Except Erik of course, but he was allowed to watch, well he had to. How else could he teach me?
He's been teaching me...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2015 6:51pm
26th Mar 2015 6:51pm
Paradise
Luscious green grass, inhabit the future. These seeds of hope will soon flourish, to the full moon of this evening. Which hides behind the horizon while the sky shifts to night. But for now. The Sun over-looks this untouched land. Birds serenade. Chirping. Tweeting. Singing. Their voices dancing with the wind. Appointing Nature's lullaby here, to never be forgotten from my remembering. Clear, blue and distant, above was the ocean of the Heavens. Occasional clouds sailed across. Effortlessly and gracefully. But it wasn't the only ocean here. A lake of such stillness drew all attention to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2015 6:50pm
26th Mar 2015 6:50pm
The Raven Eye
Eternal darkness infested the forest, inking the very heart of the once green woodland. Nothing but the glacial echo of a missing soul crept between the deceased trees. Compressed black bodies, their limbs stretching towards my icy body. A sharp sensation slitting through my skin, splitting my existence from creation. Nothing here is real. I kept repeating it in my head, this must be a nightmare. Nothing could be factual here, this is all my imagination. But why would I do this to myself? As a punishment? From what? My naked feet thinly tiptoed through the canopied forest floor, the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 12:10pm
22nd Mar 2015 12:10pm
Zebras
Living amongst their kind,
You can't pick one out.
Might as well be blind,
You'll have less doubt.
White with black stripes,
Or the other way round?
Which one is right?
Just left you in a frown.
Running in the tall grass,
Throwing dust behind.
You'll see them run pass,
Leave you in a state of mind.
You can't pick one out.
Might as well be blind,
You'll have less doubt.
White with black stripes,
Or the other way round?
Which one is right?
Just left you in a frown.
Running in the tall grass,
Throwing dust behind.
You'll see them run pass,
Leave you in a state of mind.
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 12:05pm
22nd Mar 2015 12:05pm
Bigger Girls
I might be a bigger girl,
But I couldn't care less.
But your comments I give a hurl,
It's not like you're the press.
Like I say, there's just more sand,
In my hourglass shape.
If you can't understand,
Then you're no smarter than an ape.
So why do we care so much,
Its my body not yours.
Not like you'll get to me to touch,
I don't need your so called cures.
At the end of the day I am healthy,
I exercise and eat well.
Though I might not be stealthy,
But I know someday I'll excel.
...
But I couldn't care less.
But your comments I give a hurl,
It's not like you're the press.
Like I say, there's just more sand,
In my hourglass shape.
If you can't understand,
Then you're no smarter than an ape.
So why do we care so much,
Its my body not yours.
Not like you'll get to me to touch,
I don't need your so called cures.
At the end of the day I am healthy,
I exercise and eat well.
Though I might not be stealthy,
But I know someday I'll excel.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 5:02pm
21st Mar 2015 5:02pm
Depression
Depression is sickness, not something made of mind.
It can pass by, if you're lucky, over time can unwind.
For some, it does do harm, can burn like a cigar.
And for some, it can cut skin, and leave a scar.
It's a state of confusion, and you don't know what to do.
But you grin and bare it, try to make it through.
But on some sad occasions, it can take a Life...
If we're not helped, and taken from the knife.
It can pass by, if you're lucky, over time can unwind.
For some, it does do harm, can burn like a cigar.
And for some, it can cut skin, and leave a scar.
It's a state of confusion, and you don't know what to do.
But you grin and bare it, try to make it through.
But on some sad occasions, it can take a Life...
If we're not helped, and taken from the knife.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 4:53pm
21st Mar 2015 4:53pm
Self -nflicted
Burning, stinging, itching, all manor of sensations crept through my skin like a dagger.
Agony, pain and weakness pulled me further down the pit of Depression.
Blood dripped slowly from the multiple small cuts scratched across my wrist.
This is a familiar sensation to me, but not to my own fault.
Depression controls the body and mind, I'm no longer in control.
Like an Animal has been unleashed, and it won't go back into hiding.
It enjoys torturing me, killing me, putting me through pain. It gets a kick out of the blood it sheds...
Agony, pain and weakness pulled me further down the pit of Depression.
Blood dripped slowly from the multiple small cuts scratched across my wrist.
This is a familiar sensation to me, but not to my own fault.
Depression controls the body and mind, I'm no longer in control.
Like an Animal has been unleashed, and it won't go back into hiding.
It enjoys torturing me, killing me, putting me through pain. It gets a kick out of the blood it sheds...
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