Submissions by Heroinchic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not terribly good at showing my emotions so I put them down on paper...
Drug me. Coward.

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Bed Sheets and Bliss
Leg rested on top of yours,
laid on my side.
head pressed to your chest,
down my arm,
I felt your hands
glide.
Single finger beckoning,
you tilted up my chin.
breath warm and familiar,
you hungrily plunged in.
Tasting sweet,
kisses soft yet bold.
pace quickening
poisoned with desire
you felt my body fold.
Lustfully arching,
firm hands beneath my back,
you pulled me eagerly to you
and then you undid
the strap.
Hot and wet upon my neck
your lips and tongue swirled down, ...
laid on my side.
head pressed to your chest,
down my arm,
I felt your hands
glide.
Single finger beckoning,
you tilted up my chin.
breath warm and familiar,
you hungrily plunged in.
Tasting sweet,
kisses soft yet bold.
pace quickening
poisoned with desire
you felt my body fold.
Lustfully arching,
firm hands beneath my back,
you pulled me eagerly to you
and then you undid
the strap.
Hot and wet upon my neck
your lips and tongue swirled down, ...
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Double Identity

1172 reads
5 Comments
I plead guilty
Your departure induced,
My catatonic stare,
Knees gathered to my chest,
Cold wooden floor bare,
I sat there silently,
Yet restlessly aware.
I saw your face before me,
Plastic happiness curving your lips,
White noise surrounded,
And I felt the scale tip.
Stagnant,
Still,
Needing an escape.
Throat closed,
Blood pulsing,
The hole in my chest,
Began to gape.
So I stood on weak limbs,
And readied myself,
For a date with darkness,
Quick footed stealth.
Blackness surrounding, ...
My catatonic stare,
Knees gathered to my chest,
Cold wooden floor bare,
I sat there silently,
Yet restlessly aware.
I saw your face before me,
Plastic happiness curving your lips,
White noise surrounded,
And I felt the scale tip.
Stagnant,
Still,
Needing an escape.
Throat closed,
Blood pulsing,
The hole in my chest,
Began to gape.
So I stood on weak limbs,
And readied myself,
For a date with darkness,
Quick footed stealth.
Blackness surrounding, ...
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Ready for the vultures
Once, twice, I roll the dice,
always act nice and I lose a slice,
As they remove my heart,
piece by piece,
this ongoing loss,
will never cease.
Oblivious, blind,
I begin to unwind,
the ravel of lies,
those manipulated highs,
a trail of sighs,
as my hope slowly dies,
silencing my cries.
I trust too easily,
I am naive,
I keep trying to protect myself,
from those who deceive.
I am led astray,
by a mirage each day,
but who can say,
when the devil wants to play.
I am misguided,
I...
always act nice and I lose a slice,
As they remove my heart,
piece by piece,
this ongoing loss,
will never cease.
Oblivious, blind,
I begin to unwind,
the ravel of lies,
those manipulated highs,
a trail of sighs,
as my hope slowly dies,
silencing my cries.
I trust too easily,
I am naive,
I keep trying to protect myself,
from those who deceive.
I am led astray,
by a mirage each day,
but who can say,
when the devil wants to play.
I am misguided,
I...
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The silence was deafening
Bricks and mortar,
I built them high,
Layer after layer,
Beyond the sky.
Inside was cosy,
With adequate room for one,
No doors or windows,
I made sure they were gone.
For extra precaution,
I constructed a moat,
Surrounding my four walls,
Ofcourse there's no boat.
Still not satisfied,
That my fortress would hold,
I implemented one final precaution,
To strengthen the mould.
Anyone that came near,
Would be driven away,
Artful at self-destruction, ...
I built them high,
Layer after layer,
Beyond the sky.
Inside was cosy,
With adequate room for one,
No doors or windows,
I made sure they were gone.
For extra precaution,
I constructed a moat,
Surrounding my four walls,
Ofcourse there's no boat.
Still not satisfied,
That my fortress would hold,
I implemented one final precaution,
To strengthen the mould.
Anyone that came near,
Would be driven away,
Artful at self-destruction, ...
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Untimely
Unless I mourn alone,
Tears must validate my pain.
I can see their eyes glancing,
Thoughts milling through their brain.
In the mind
A thousand words are spoken,
But never touch the lips.
I watch the world
Around me
Crumble,
And the scale finally tips.
Translucent joy
And screaming tears,
Gasping breaths
And midnight fears.
I collect myself
And turn away,
Into the nothingness ...
Tears must validate my pain.
I can see their eyes glancing,
Thoughts milling through their brain.
In the mind
A thousand words are spoken,
But never touch the lips.
I watch the world
Around me
Crumble,
And the scale finally tips.
Translucent joy
And screaming tears,
Gasping breaths
And midnight fears.
I collect myself
And turn away,
Into the nothingness ...
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China White

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Devils are gods angels fallen from the top
Angel courted by the devil,
good and bad balanced and level,
standing by your side,
corruption I would revel.
as time ticked,
revealed tricks,
as I sat back
and let it ethics flip.
Watching and learning,
building knowledge concerning,
morals turning,
instinct learning,
irrationality burning,
goodness submerging,
within evil is surging.
good and bad balanced and level,
standing by your side,
corruption I would revel.
as time ticked,
revealed tricks,
as I sat back
and let it ethics flip.
Watching and learning,
building knowledge concerning,
morals turning,
instinct learning,
irrationality burning,
goodness submerging,
within evil is surging.
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The Chameleon
In a crowded room, I feel alone,
Listening to superficial conversations,
In mundane tones.
A laugh,
A smile,
Interest is feigned,
Whilst time ticks by - each minute is reigned.
This accepted social conduct,
That others seem to enjoy,
Prompts me to simplify my mind,
In order to fit with their ploy.
Awareness separating and segregating,
Me from the group,
I feel forever trapped,
In this ongoing loop,
A broken record with infinite spins,
Going round and round,
Conformity wins.
Hidden behind an iron shield,...
Listening to superficial conversations,
In mundane tones.
A laugh,
A smile,
Interest is feigned,
Whilst time ticks by - each minute is reigned.
This accepted social conduct,
That others seem to enjoy,
Prompts me to simplify my mind,
In order to fit with their ploy.
Awareness separating and segregating,
Me from the group,
I feel forever trapped,
In this ongoing loop,
A broken record with infinite spins,
Going round and round,
Conformity wins.
Hidden behind an iron shield,...
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Bevel up
I avoid reality,
side step responsibility,
run away from everything,
that keeps on haunting me.
I show no empathy,
feel no remorse,
raw thoughts unkind,
they've taken their course.
Infinite in cycle,
they begin to unwind,
days become torture,
by the past I am defined.
Superficial facades,
deceive judgemental eyes,
tears don't even form,
you'll never see me cry.
Weep,
emotions locked deep,
unaddressed,
just overlaid,
by millions of empty nights,
and lost days.
side step responsibility,
run away from everything,
that keeps on haunting me.
I show no empathy,
feel no remorse,
raw thoughts unkind,
they've taken their course.
Infinite in cycle,
they begin to unwind,
days become torture,
by the past I am defined.
Superficial facades,
deceive judgemental eyes,
tears don't even form,
you'll never see me cry.
Weep,
emotions locked deep,
unaddressed,
just overlaid,
by millions of empty nights,
and lost days.
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Misfortune fated
Prominent and unwavering
The flame dances upon dripping wax,
Humoring its dark surrounds.
Luminous and magnificent
The flame mischievously licks the cold air,
Proud of its place above the shadows.
There the little flame flickers
Naively undisturbed,
Blissfully unsuspecting,
Wholly unknowing.
That the wax should melt from underneath it,
And slowly diminish
Little by little
Still oblivious to its grim fate.
Wax pooling and dripping
The wick begins to submerge,
And the flame realises it cannot escape
It’s...
The flame dances upon dripping wax,
Humoring its dark surrounds.
Luminous and magnificent
The flame mischievously licks the cold air,
Proud of its place above the shadows.
There the little flame flickers
Naively undisturbed,
Blissfully unsuspecting,
Wholly unknowing.
That the wax should melt from underneath it,
And slowly diminish
Little by little
Still oblivious to its grim fate.
Wax pooling and dripping
The wick begins to submerge,
And the flame realises it cannot escape
It’s...
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