Submissions by Hyacinth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel when I feel it. It may not be a masterpiece,but it's in black and white. That's all that matters.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Sep 2013 5:57am
11th Sep 2013 5:57am
Sorry, me no speak MANlish
Inspired by Theo(cryptic poet)
Here are some of the stereotypes of "REAL"/macho men:
1. Real men don't do chores - that's a woman's
job
(Seriously?)
2. Real men have multiple partners
(Not forgetting the increased risk of contracting multiple STDs)
3. Men who sleep around are "THE men"
(I'm sorry, y'all are just sluts)
4. Real men don't cry
(What? Are you from a different planet all together?)
5. Pink is gay
(I'm sure even breathing is gay)
6. Real men don't talk, they solve their...
Here are some of the stereotypes of "REAL"/macho men:
1. Real men don't do chores - that's a woman's
job
(Seriously?)
2. Real men have multiple partners
(Not forgetting the increased risk of contracting multiple STDs)
3. Men who sleep around are "THE men"
(I'm sorry, y'all are just sluts)
4. Real men don't cry
(What? Are you from a different planet all together?)
5. Pink is gay
(I'm sure even breathing is gay)
6. Real men don't talk, they solve their...
851 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 5:13am
10th Sep 2013 5:13am
No more blood-work
I remember
the days when
I used to paint
my walls with
blood and tears
When the thought
of blood (for my
paintings) running
out never bothered
me - my heart was
a bleeding resevoir
that could never be
emptied of its
contents
Now I paint
my walls with
bright colours
of laughter and
happiness
Colours that
uplift the soul
and give it a
reason to rejoice,
to celebrate, to
soar the open
skies of a
mended heart
the days when
I used to paint
my walls with
blood and tears
When the thought
of blood (for my
paintings) running
out never bothered
me - my heart was
a bleeding resevoir
that could never be
emptied of its
contents
Now I paint
my walls with
bright colours
of laughter and
happiness
Colours that
uplift the soul
and give it a
reason to rejoice,
to celebrate, to
soar the open
skies of a
mended heart
731 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 1:00pm
9th Sep 2013 1:00pm
Blameless
See, I've always believed in keeping
my feelings and my thoughts to myself,
but on that particular day I told him how
I felt...
He looked at me attentively as I opened
the door to my heart, teary eyed as I told
him how painful it was when he neglected
me as a child after dumping me at my
grandma's house when I was only 2
When I finished reciting this to him,
trying to catch my breath and hold
back my tears, he laughed and brushed
it off like I had just told him that my
tooth came out while biting an apple
... he never...
my feelings and my thoughts to myself,
but on that particular day I told him how
I felt...
He looked at me attentively as I opened
the door to my heart, teary eyed as I told
him how painful it was when he neglected
me as a child after dumping me at my
grandma's house when I was only 2
When I finished reciting this to him,
trying to catch my breath and hold
back my tears, he laughed and brushed
it off like I had just told him that my
tooth came out while biting an apple
... he never...
767 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 2:25pm
8th Sep 2013 2:25pm
playing tricks on me
I get home famished
hoping that food isn't finished
I mix a few things together
All things edible - whatever
I put them in the microwave for them to get warm
Meanwhile, my tummy's grumbling up a storm
My food then starts to make a noise
and I get filled up with a thousand joys
I greedily reach for the bowl and get a strong hold
One spoon in my mouth and I find out that my food is still cold
Like, why you gotta play me like that?
hoping that food isn't finished
I mix a few things together
All things edible - whatever
I put them in the microwave for them to get warm
Meanwhile, my tummy's grumbling up a storm
My food then starts to make a noise
and I get filled up with a thousand joys
I greedily reach for the bowl and get a strong hold
One spoon in my mouth and I find out that my food is still cold
Like, why you gotta play me like that?
698 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 10:15pm
7th Sep 2013 10:15pm
what's a butterfly without its wings?
The fluttering of my gorgeous wings
caught your attention
You lured me in with your warm face
and your words, begging
me to trust you
and I did
I ignored my mother's warnings and, trusting
you with my life, I perched
my small, skinny legs
on your finger
Before I knew what hit me, you plucked
my beautiful wings off my now
bare back, stripping me
of all that I had
You abandoned me in the middle
of nowhere
My days of fluttering...
caught your attention
You lured me in with your warm face
and your words, begging
me to trust you
and I did
I ignored my mother's warnings and, trusting
you with my life, I perched
my small, skinny legs
on your finger
Before I knew what hit me, you plucked
my beautiful wings off my now
bare back, stripping me
of all that I had
You abandoned me in the middle
of nowhere
My days of fluttering...
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13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 5:49pm
7th Sep 2013 5:49pm
they taste sooo good
So mouth-watering, they lay
there just waiting for me to devour
them
These poor, multi-coloured babies
don't know what their future holds
for them
I reach out for my favourite one, the
black one (it tastes like black current),
and I viciously bite its head off,
mutilating it - deliberately - carefully
savouring it's flavour
Damn,Jelly Babies are good!
there just waiting for me to devour
them
These poor, multi-coloured babies
don't know what their future holds
for them
I reach out for my favourite one, the
black one (it tastes like black current),
and I viciously bite its head off,
mutilating it - deliberately - carefully
savouring it's flavour
Damn,Jelly Babies are good!
630 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 10:55am
7th Sep 2013 10:55am
she gave him a life
She spent 23 years taking
care of him (he had,still has, no job);
clothing him,feeding him, pulling
him up when he was down, caring
for him - loving him
He spent 23 years loathing
her,claiming that she was
suffocating him, immasculating
him - he wanted out yet he
stayed for the freebies she was
giving him
She stayed despite the beatings,
the lying,the cheating... because
she believed he would change or
at least he would find a way to
show his gratitude
He compares her to Proverbs
31: 10-31 yet he says she's ...
care of him (he had,still has, no job);
clothing him,feeding him, pulling
him up when he was down, caring
for him - loving him
He spent 23 years loathing
her,claiming that she was
suffocating him, immasculating
him - he wanted out yet he
stayed for the freebies she was
giving him
She stayed despite the beatings,
the lying,the cheating... because
she believed he would change or
at least he would find a way to
show his gratitude
He compares her to Proverbs
31: 10-31 yet he says she's ...
781 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 4:53pm
6th Sep 2013 4:53pm
writer's block
My train of thought has left me
Words have failed me
Creativity has abandoned me
My fingers have forsaken me
I have no thoughts worth writing
No words worth describing
No blessing or curse worth painting
And no poem worth typing
M y m i n d i s b l a n k
Words have failed me
Creativity has abandoned me
My fingers have forsaken me
I have no thoughts worth writing
No words worth describing
No blessing or curse worth painting
And no poem worth typing
M y m i n d i s b l a n k
775 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 10:40am
6th Sep 2013 10:40am
Perfect Stranger (tribute to my mom)
You don't kiss me goodbye
anymore...you don't tell me
you love me anymore
When you do kiss me
goodbye ,however, you
leave my cheek frost bitten
When I try to talk to you
my words fall on deaf ears
and go unnoticed
Your silence echoes in
the depths of my heart,
my mind and my soul
You can hardly even
look at me, but when you
do its with hatred
Each night I go to bed
with a stranger; my husband
only shows his face when
his friends are around
I don't know who you
are, but please...
anymore...you don't tell me
you love me anymore
When you do kiss me
goodbye ,however, you
leave my cheek frost bitten
When I try to talk to you
my words fall on deaf ears
and go unnoticed
Your silence echoes in
the depths of my heart,
my mind and my soul
You can hardly even
look at me, but when you
do its with hatred
Each night I go to bed
with a stranger; my husband
only shows his face when
his friends are around
I don't know who you
are, but please...
784 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 5:18am
6th Sep 2013 5:18am
What about ME?
Overwhelmed by a thousand voices in my head
Each telling me to take the path that they've chosen for me.
But,have any of them thought about what I want?
What my heart desires?
Some tell me to take the forbidden route; to live a little.
While others want me to stay grounded; to know my limits.
To tread the path not taken by many.
They are constantly trying to mould my state of mind into what they deem fit.
Have they not considered,at all,what this might be doing to me?
Insanity is what I familiarise myself with because of them.
Their...
Each telling me to take the path that they've chosen for me.
But,have any of them thought about what I want?
What my heart desires?
Some tell me to take the forbidden route; to live a little.
While others want me to stay grounded; to know my limits.
To tread the path not taken by many.
They are constantly trying to mould my state of mind into what they deem fit.
Have they not considered,at all,what this might be doing to me?
Insanity is what I familiarise myself with because of them.
Their...
627 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 9:09pm
5th Sep 2013 9:09pm
sticks and stones
You think I'm not pissed, but in my head I've already killed you three times
The first time I grabbed a knife and jabbed it into your back
The second time I pushed you down a flight of really long stirs and watched you break your neck
The third time (my favourite) I took my heavy hockey stick and took a swing at your head
I stand before you contemplating these beautiful deaths as you yell at me for something I didn't do (and blame me for everything that you didn't do that was now supposed to be my burden to carry)
It's not my fault you're a lazy ba- ,I mean,...
The first time I grabbed a knife and jabbed it into your back
The second time I pushed you down a flight of really long stirs and watched you break your neck
The third time (my favourite) I took my heavy hockey stick and took a swing at your head
I stand before you contemplating these beautiful deaths as you yell at me for something I didn't do (and blame me for everything that you didn't do that was now supposed to be my burden to carry)
It's not my fault you're a lazy ba- ,I mean,...
753 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 3:32pm
5th Sep 2013 3:32pm
The PERFECT look - beauty's in the eyes of the beholder
She stood in front of the
mirror,her reflection staring
curiously and speculatively back
at her as she assessed and re-assessed
her assets.
"I want bigger boobs!
I definately want a smaller nose...
Ooh,and a larger booty
And fully pouted lips."
Needless to say,she had money
to make these drastic,insane changes
She now stood in front
of...
mirror,her reflection staring
curiously and speculatively back
at her as she assessed and re-assessed
her assets.
"I want bigger boobs!
I definately want a smaller nose...
Ooh,and a larger booty
And fully pouted lips."
Needless to say,she had money
to make these drastic,insane changes
She now stood in front
of...
710 reads
12 Comments
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