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...
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2012 3:17am
29th May 2012 3:17am
Just breathe in...
Breathe in, breathe out… that was the only constancy she had in her tragically beautiful nightmare – her life. Abandoned, isolated and alone she was lost in an intricate matrix of lies and deception. Time lapsed upon itself, yet still it seemed stagnant without relief. Plastic smiles, polite conversation, ordinary routine and feigned interest coated her exterior, providing refuge behind an impenetrable wall. She knew how to play the game and she knew the rules. Summed up – superficial facades deceived judgemental eyes.
Emptiness lurked in the depths of her eyes,
Unnoticed by...
Emptiness lurked in the depths of her eyes,
Unnoticed by...
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STORY POEM
Published
29th May 2012 2:50am
29th May 2012 2:50am
Stupity at its finest
My life is a lie,
it's written in the eyes,
misled between my thighs,
imagining blue skies,
whilst faking those highs,
as she cries,
herself to sleep,
I don't speak,
but get lost in the deep,
subconscious flow,
twisting and ebbing below,
guilty conscience in stow,
I can see the black crow,
underground shadows in tow,
death threatens a new low.
The smiles I thread,
whilst I dream of the dead,
corpses with no head,
walls decorated in red,
stagnant time I tread,
there's nothing to be said.
As the...
it's written in the eyes,
misled between my thighs,
imagining blue skies,
whilst faking those highs,
as she cries,
herself to sleep,
I don't speak,
but get lost in the deep,
subconscious flow,
twisting and ebbing below,
guilty conscience in stow,
I can see the black crow,
underground shadows in tow,
death threatens a new low.
The smiles I thread,
whilst I dream of the dead,
corpses with no head,
walls decorated in red,
stagnant time I tread,
there's nothing to be said.
As the...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2012 6:40pm
28th May 2012 6:40pm
Uninvited
Uninvited, you absorb my strength,
Withdraw my progress,
Cloud my rationality,
Siphon-off my reasoning
And replace it with pain.
You bring forth no sense, nor reason,
Imprisoning me in your unwelcome
Net of lies and delusions.
I command you to go away
And retreat back
Into my subconscious,
To let my wounds heal
And become scars…
But you will not.
You plague me,
Torture me,
Divide me.
An ever-losing battle.
From which I cannot move forward.
Life
Deals an unlucky hand,
And, in turn,...
Withdraw my progress,
Cloud my rationality,
Siphon-off my reasoning
And replace it with pain.
You bring forth no sense, nor reason,
Imprisoning me in your unwelcome
Net of lies and delusions.
I command you to go away
And retreat back
Into my subconscious,
To let my wounds heal
And become scars…
But you will not.
You plague me,
Torture me,
Divide me.
An ever-losing battle.
From which I cannot move forward.
Life
Deals an unlucky hand,
And, in turn,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th May 2012 6:33am
25th May 2012 6:33am
Left in shades of grey
I understand the solution, I hold the key, I know the answer, yet I sabotage me, as I open the door, and exit the car, invisible strings pull me back, but I've already gone too far.
You let me in, smile to my face, hand me the wrapped foil, as I take my place, on the moth-eaten mattress, laid on the floor, over-used and dilapidated, a place of squalor.
I tear off an aluminum sheet, and light it from below, shiny side down, I condition it slow, blacker than black, I know it's done, roll up a straw, and ignore what I've become.
As I unwrap the foil package, to reveal hard...
You let me in, smile to my face, hand me the wrapped foil, as I take my place, on the moth-eaten mattress, laid on the floor, over-used and dilapidated, a place of squalor.
I tear off an aluminum sheet, and light it from below, shiny side down, I condition it slow, blacker than black, I know it's done, roll up a straw, and ignore what I've become.
As I unwrap the foil package, to reveal hard...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2012 10:07pm
24th May 2012 10:07pm
Exposed
He takes my heart in his tainted hand and Feels nothing at all.
He sees the pain behind my eyes and manipulates my fall.
He seeks out my weaknesses and plays upon my fears,
Then he takes me in his arms and wipes away my tears.
Broken and damaged, he leaves me a mess on the floor,
Battered and bruised, I feel like a worthless whore.
Playing me like a game, domesticating the Un-tame,
Questioning what's real, I'm beginning to go insane.
He thinks he makes me trust and believe when he so artfully does deceive,
Destroy, Corrupt, position and weave,...
He sees the pain behind my eyes and manipulates my fall.
He seeks out my weaknesses and plays upon my fears,
Then he takes me in his arms and wipes away my tears.
Broken and damaged, he leaves me a mess on the floor,
Battered and bruised, I feel like a worthless whore.
Playing me like a game, domesticating the Un-tame,
Questioning what's real, I'm beginning to go insane.
He thinks he makes me trust and believe when he so artfully does deceive,
Destroy, Corrupt, position and weave,...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2012 10:06pm
24th May 2012 10:06pm
Dead eyes
Grey, blue, cold and lifeless.
An imperfect image tattooed in my mind.
A memory I cannot erase.
A memory I cannot overlay.
A memory I cannot avoid.
A memory I cannot run from.
Yet, I still I feel no pain.
I remember those determined eyes.
Fixed gaze, hungry for stolen power. Menacing, piercing, unyielding.
Eyes that shredded my soul and turned everything charcoal black.
Eyes that haunted and mocked your victims.
Eyes without a soul.
Without a conscience.
Without emotion.
I can remember that confused, disorientated...
An imperfect image tattooed in my mind.
A memory I cannot erase.
A memory I cannot overlay.
A memory I cannot avoid.
A memory I cannot run from.
Yet, I still I feel no pain.
I remember those determined eyes.
Fixed gaze, hungry for stolen power. Menacing, piercing, unyielding.
Eyes that shredded my soul and turned everything charcoal black.
Eyes that haunted and mocked your victims.
Eyes without a soul.
Without a conscience.
Without emotion.
I can remember that confused, disorientated...
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