Submissions by HellzLips (Lips)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to a melody
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 8:10pm
7th Apr 2013 8:10pm
Rain on a Flimsy Roof
What is apparent to us on rainy nights, under sleepless roof,
hidden by too much glass- Imagine the gallop of horse's hoof
tapping on darkened door with the destitution of the damned, a quickened pace,
a startle to start again old hearts, a creaking sky lights his face.
Do not see me here, do not haunt me, I'm the only ghost to romp
behind these walls this rainy night, to percuss with water drops.
Cymbal crashes to remind her I have held her; I calm her breath.
Evil I know too well, knocking forever evermore this door; death.
hidden by too much glass- Imagine the gallop of horse's hoof
tapping on darkened door with the destitution of the damned, a quickened pace,
a startle to start again old hearts, a creaking sky lights his face.
Do not see me here, do not haunt me, I'm the only ghost to romp
behind these walls this rainy night, to percuss with water drops.
Cymbal crashes to remind her I have held her; I calm her breath.
Evil I know too well, knocking forever evermore this door; death.
676 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 7:30pm
7th Apr 2013 7:30pm
It away
The touch of blade to noble skin
as such it fades to soak in sin
as much as or more even than
the touch of blade to morbid skin.
Our spring is meeting us too soon,
while winter’s keeping ‘way the bloom,
blossoming so inopportune.
Release my guilt hand Vernal moon.
Cast down this moon and lift the sun
I can only count to one
but within my hands I hold none
to carry this moon into the sun.
as such it fades to soak in sin
as much as or more even than
the touch of blade to morbid skin.
Our spring is meeting us too soon,
while winter’s keeping ‘way the bloom,
blossoming so inopportune.
Release my guilt hand Vernal moon.
Cast down this moon and lift the sun
I can only count to one
but within my hands I hold none
to carry this moon into the sun.
703 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 6:22pm
6th Apr 2013 6:22pm
Actually
It’s not that shadows do not exist
when the sun breaks up the morning mist,
it’s the ignorance of the new day’s gift-
naivety welcomed to welcome bliss.
Within tears shed (from haplessness)
uncurls a smile, of un-regress.
And on the slopes of muddy hills,
we pick up ourselves with ev'ry spill.
Yet what dreams may tell so vividly
can unhinge one’s self from actually.
For opposite the fence looks over-
which eyes avoid and squint in torture,
in dreams we hide and hope reside, ...
when the sun breaks up the morning mist,
it’s the ignorance of the new day’s gift-
naivety welcomed to welcome bliss.
Within tears shed (from haplessness)
uncurls a smile, of un-regress.
And on the slopes of muddy hills,
we pick up ourselves with ev'ry spill.
Yet what dreams may tell so vividly
can unhinge one’s self from actually.
For opposite the fence looks over-
which eyes avoid and squint in torture,
in dreams we hide and hope reside, ...
624 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 6:03pm
6th Apr 2013 6:03pm
The Chiseler
You know, if I was on top of the world,
I'd throw myself off just to see how it hurts.
It's like the dead flirts, in little red skirts,
on the lil' red asses of the devil's girls.
We don't dance, we sing.
I'd throw myself off just to see how it hurts.
It's like the dead flirts, in little red skirts,
on the lil' red asses of the devil's girls.
We don't dance, we sing.
633 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 9:55am
6th Apr 2013 9:55am
The Sum of Her
every piece of her, singular, illuminating;
distance, all of her-
supernova.
breathtaking
distance, all of her-
supernova.
breathtaking
622 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 9:53am
6th Apr 2013 9:53am
Blurry
blurry
clouds in the sky hurry
to draw back the opaque canvas
to the silver moon
i am deceit,
like roaches
scurry
to my haven,
I worry
clouds in the sky hurry
to draw back the opaque canvas
to the silver moon
i am deceit,
like roaches
scurry
to my haven,
I worry
502 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 11:42pm
5th Apr 2013 11:42pm
Soda Can
as I drip into the ocean
dedicated to my devotion
finally taking shape
found a blue mermaid
kissed her lips in the salty ocean
can suck a lime cant stand a lemon
watch the loser kill the winner
there's no holiday
everyone is gay
but I'm still into women
dedicated to my devotion
finally taking shape
found a blue mermaid
kissed her lips in the salty ocean
can suck a lime cant stand a lemon
watch the loser kill the winner
there's no holiday
everyone is gay
but I'm still into women
527 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 11:40pm
5th Apr 2013 11:40pm
bluebird
bluebird
the song
blue
the song
blue
562 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 3:30pm
5th Apr 2013 3:30pm
Motif
Time and time again,
night after night,
I find myself restrained,
inviting the morning light.
I scream for departure
or even a gentle touch,
faces I cant name for sure;
not friends, but valued as such.
I am witness, a heavy cost
to such unholy union.
Marriage of two lovers lost,
two past death, and two villains.
night after night,
I find myself restrained,
inviting the morning light.
I scream for departure
or even a gentle touch,
faces I cant name for sure;
not friends, but valued as such.
I am witness, a heavy cost
to such unholy union.
Marriage of two lovers lost,
two past death, and two villains.
639 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 3:28pm
5th Apr 2013 3:28pm
Merely
covered, they seek a pattern to fit with
in illness, like within the last bottle
to throttle the conscience in witness
and fulfill your promise to witches
and under this autonomous wicker man
we stand, still sicker than glowing candles
throw the light upon the canvas
the fire is wanting of its soul-mate
the sunset carries a zealousness
all while babes catch up with sheep
lips perched, a prayer softly slipped
keep these souls, and nothing else
in illness, like within the last bottle
to throttle the conscience in witness
and fulfill your promise to witches
and under this autonomous wicker man
we stand, still sicker than glowing candles
throw the light upon the canvas
the fire is wanting of its soul-mate
the sunset carries a zealousness
all while babes catch up with sheep
lips perched, a prayer softly slipped
keep these souls, and nothing else
490 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 10:43pm
4th Apr 2013 10:43pm
As the Cat Sees the Fox
Twisted, as the cat sees the fox, of nature and naught.
Torn between a knotted string, and a message of lines and dots.
I do not trust myself to the blade, nor can a bird fly with shields.
Can the wind interpret the code instead, or should I pray in the fields?
It is not soft to land so quick, but I've fell myself before
if one I've told and one I've held, then why am I a whore?
If I can untie you, and decipher you, can I choose which one of you,
without the spread of emptiness, without the pain of two.
Torn between a knotted string, and a message of lines and dots.
I do not trust myself to the blade, nor can a bird fly with shields.
Can the wind interpret the code instead, or should I pray in the fields?
It is not soft to land so quick, but I've fell myself before
if one I've told and one I've held, then why am I a whore?
If I can untie you, and decipher you, can I choose which one of you,
without the spread of emptiness, without the pain of two.
686 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 10:39pm
4th Apr 2013 10:39pm
Tearduct
We are only
Ever lonely
Ever behind
Pleading Holy
Of broken mind
Violet blind
Expecting wrong
Remind remind
Tears shared among
Hold on, hold on
Ever lovely
Misery's song
Ever lonely
Ever behind
Pleading Holy
Of broken mind
Violet blind
Expecting wrong
Remind remind
Tears shared among
Hold on, hold on
Ever lovely
Misery's song
731 reads
3 Comments
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