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.
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 12:56pm
5th Sep 2013 12:56pm
She said she was fine
He had just left us and
mom was trying to be
strong - to not show how
much she was torn
by this sudden departure
Her heart, with its broken
chords and unnamed
cries, was screaming out
a love song dedicated to him,
but he never heard it
It became heavy - so heavy
in her rib cage - it was unbearable
She complained of some dizzy
spells, some pains here and
there... this heartache of hers
proved to be toxic
...almost lethal
That night she fell into the
cold embrace of her bed
and greeted her...
mom was trying to be
strong - to not show how
much she was torn
by this sudden departure
Her heart, with its broken
chords and unnamed
cries, was screaming out
a love song dedicated to him,
but he never heard it
It became heavy - so heavy
in her rib cage - it was unbearable
She complained of some dizzy
spells, some pains here and
there... this heartache of hers
proved to be toxic
...almost lethal
That night she fell into the
cold embrace of her bed
and greeted her...
768 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 8:00pm
4th Sep 2013 8:00pm
Take a 24-hour detour
I urge you to spend a
day locked away behind
thick,rusted metal bars
and share a cell with my
tortured,shrivelled soul
Behind those metal bars,
that have aged so finely,
take the time to listen to her
dried sobs that have now
turned into painful whispers
Listen to those painful
whispers as they will
reveal to you the extent
of my self-induced
misery
This self-induced misery
that is brought about by
my subconcious which
fears that I may be losing...
day locked away behind
thick,rusted metal bars
and share a cell with my
tortured,shrivelled soul
Behind those metal bars,
that have aged so finely,
take the time to listen to her
dried sobs that have now
turned into painful whispers
Listen to those painful
whispers as they will
reveal to you the extent
of my self-induced
misery
This self-induced misery
that is brought about by
my subconcious which
fears that I may be losing...
694 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 2:53pm
4th Sep 2013 2:53pm
I wish I could do more (dedicated to my older sister)
Beautiful, bold and assertive.
Her lusciously rounded curves and
beauty command the attention of
every male that walks past her on
the streets and boy! Does she know it.
She walks around with a smile on her
face. Oh, that deceitful smile! A facade
expertly pulled off. No one can see the
pain hidden behind that mask. Strong, caring
and considerate. She looks after me -
showing me wrong from right. When
she cries, I get a glimpse of her world
of torment. A world formed by all her
past experiences. I get a chance to step
inside that...
Her lusciously rounded curves and
beauty command the attention of
every male that walks past her on
the streets and boy! Does she know it.
She walks around with a smile on her
face. Oh, that deceitful smile! A facade
expertly pulled off. No one can see the
pain hidden behind that mask. Strong, caring
and considerate. She looks after me -
showing me wrong from right. When
she cries, I get a glimpse of her world
of torment. A world formed by all her
past experiences. I get a chance to step
inside that...
697 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Sep 2013 5:27am
4th Sep 2013 5:27am
Solace from a Stranger
Confessing to a stranger
Is somewhat a liberator
And solace it will bring later
Well,so I've been told...
I'm going to share with you my story
And it may get a bit gory
Believe me when I say it wasn't all hunky dory
But first...
I wish to be without a name
For what I'm about to say brings me shame
And I would like to remain the same
Mysterious, sinful dame
Okay, here it goes...
Forgive me for my sin
For it all started with a bottle of gin
Due to the situation I was...
Is somewhat a liberator
And solace it will bring later
Well,so I've been told...
I'm going to share with you my story
And it may get a bit gory
Believe me when I say it wasn't all hunky dory
But first...
I wish to be without a name
For what I'm about to say brings me shame
And I would like to remain the same
Mysterious, sinful dame
Okay, here it goes...
Forgive me for my sin
For it all started with a bottle of gin
Due to the situation I was...
743 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 8:22pm
3rd Sep 2013 8:22pm
My first day at work
Hello,what can I get for you?
I want a ah... Passion fruit and lemonade -
With no ice.
Okay,ma'am.
*Passion fruit and lemonade*
It's coming right up.
Hold on,make it with ice.
Or maybe,no ice but bring ice in a
Separate glass.
Yes, ma'am.
*Bring ice separately*
Yoo hoo!
Come back.
I changed my mind.
Make it an Amarula hot chocolate.
And bring sugar.
Lots of it.
(Hey lady! I've been waiting here for almost 3 minutes now!
Could I get some service?!
I'll be with you now,sir.)
Okay. ...
I want a ah... Passion fruit and lemonade -
With no ice.
Okay,ma'am.
*Passion fruit and lemonade*
It's coming right up.
Hold on,make it with ice.
Or maybe,no ice but bring ice in a
Separate glass.
Yes, ma'am.
*Bring ice separately*
Yoo hoo!
Come back.
I changed my mind.
Make it an Amarula hot chocolate.
And bring sugar.
Lots of it.
(Hey lady! I've been waiting here for almost 3 minutes now!
Could I get some service?!
I'll be with you now,sir.)
Okay. ...
874 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 11:00am
3rd Sep 2013 11:00am
FOR SALE
Heart for sale! ♥
It's in a terrible condition
It's broken and it doesn't beat strong like it used
to
And all it does is bleed bleed bleed
It makes me cry when I lay my eyes on it
The way it's just laying there - lifeless
I have no use for it - nor do I want it
Take it I beg you
I'll even give it to you for free
You can showcase it
Parade it
Do what...
It's in a terrible condition
It's broken and it doesn't beat strong like it used
to
And all it does is bleed bleed bleed
It makes me cry when I lay my eyes on it
The way it's just laying there - lifeless
I have no use for it - nor do I want it
Take it I beg you
I'll even give it to you for free
You can showcase it
Parade it
Do what...
731 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 6:09am
3rd Sep 2013 6:09am
A Lost Cause
I looked at her -
Shocked, confused...nonplussed really
She was serious
She believed in what she was doing
She told me that school was a waste of time
That she preferred working here,painting kid's faces
She told me she wanted to do it for the rest of her life
She said this calmy - nonchalantly - like she was talking about getting a tattoo
At that moment I envisioned her,30 years from now, sitting on the same chair, holding the same face-paint brushes...
Only older, more serious, empty
With downturned eyes filled with regret
I asked her brother why...
Shocked, confused...nonplussed really
She was serious
She believed in what she was doing
She told me that school was a waste of time
That she preferred working here,painting kid's faces
She told me she wanted to do it for the rest of her life
She said this calmy - nonchalantly - like she was talking about getting a tattoo
At that moment I envisioned her,30 years from now, sitting on the same chair, holding the same face-paint brushes...
Only older, more serious, empty
With downturned eyes filled with regret
I asked her brother why...
627 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 7:51pm
2nd Sep 2013 7:51pm
A blessing in disguise
My father read the story of the Greek god
Apollo and his beloved youth, Hyacinthus. He
fell in love with the story of how tragedy was
turned into beauty (for Hyacinthus died while playing discus with his love and Apollo used
his spilled blood to create a flower - he named it hyacinth). My father then decided to name his second born Hyacinth. He wanted her to live up to the tale. He got what he wished for. From the day she was born tragedy had begun to weave its way into her life. This tragedy was so strong,she almost killed her mother - and herself - while life was being...
Apollo and his beloved youth, Hyacinthus. He
fell in love with the story of how tragedy was
turned into beauty (for Hyacinthus died while playing discus with his love and Apollo used
his spilled blood to create a flower - he named it hyacinth). My father then decided to name his second born Hyacinth. He wanted her to live up to the tale. He got what he wished for. From the day she was born tragedy had begun to weave its way into her life. This tragedy was so strong,she almost killed her mother - and herself - while life was being...
691 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 7:37pm
2nd Sep 2013 7:37pm
A cloudy day
On a grey day,the clouds wanted to set their feet on the Earth's floor.
If you reached out far enough you could shake their hands.
The sun hid behind them like a leopard from it's prey.
It gave them time to waltz about in the grim sky.
On that day the heavens were sad.
The clouds were heavy with untold stories.
The sky poured its heart out onto the Earth,
Bringing about showers of tears that were held back for many moons.
After a while the sky felt a heavy burden lift off its shoulders and commanded the clouds to close their taps of water.
The...
If you reached out far enough you could shake their hands.
The sun hid behind them like a leopard from it's prey.
It gave them time to waltz about in the grim sky.
On that day the heavens were sad.
The clouds were heavy with untold stories.
The sky poured its heart out onto the Earth,
Bringing about showers of tears that were held back for many moons.
After a while the sky felt a heavy burden lift off its shoulders and commanded the clouds to close their taps of water.
The...
718 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 11:29am
2nd Sep 2013 11:29am
R.I.P. My not so beloved Pet
I have a pet;
Its name is Depression.
Many people love their pets,
But I love to hate mine.
I fantasise about digging a
Hole in my backyard and
Burying its corpse there,
Yet I can't!
I just can't seem to get rid
Of it;
To kill it.
It's immortal.
How?
How can my pet be immortal?
It feeds off of my happiness
And leaves me with nothing.
My happiness is its secret to life.
To immortality.
It drains it out of me until I am
Left with only pain and agony.
It leaves me feeling alone
And...
Its name is Depression.
Many people love their pets,
But I love to hate mine.
I fantasise about digging a
Hole in my backyard and
Burying its corpse there,
Yet I can't!
I just can't seem to get rid
Of it;
To kill it.
It's immortal.
How?
How can my pet be immortal?
It feeds off of my happiness
And leaves me with nothing.
My happiness is its secret to life.
To immortality.
It drains it out of me until I am
Left with only pain and agony.
It leaves me feeling alone
And...
623 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 11:27am
2nd Sep 2013 11:27am
OpPoSiTeS attract
I put a smile on your face
You brought tears to my eyes
I gave you a warm embrace
You turned your back on me
I built you up
You crippled me
I healed your wounds
You ripped me apart
I gave you my all
You left me with nothing
You brought tears to my eyes
I gave you a warm embrace
You turned your back on me
I built you up
You crippled me
I healed your wounds
You ripped me apart
I gave you my all
You left me with nothing
682 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 00:42am
2nd Sep 2013 00:42am
utterly alone
How can this silence be so LOUD?
It speaks to me all proud.
It boasts as it surrounds me so freely
Consuming my every being completely.
It speaks to me all proud.
It boasts as it surrounds me so freely
Consuming my every being completely.
593 reads
6 Comments
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