Submissions by Inaya
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2011 4:35am
5th Oct 2011 4:35am
Under my bed
They're here again
These things under my bed
The things my parents told me
Was only in my head
I can hear them
Crawling and scratching demanding to be fed
These awful things under my bed
They get louder and louder
Until I scream out, but only in my head
"Who are you and what do you want
Please I cant stand you being under my bed".
Hoping the question was rhetorical
To my horror I get an answer instead
The reply came in high pitched breezy voice that
was not alive, cold and dead
"We are eternal...
These things under my bed
The things my parents told me
Was only in my head
I can hear them
Crawling and scratching demanding to be fed
These awful things under my bed
They get louder and louder
Until I scream out, but only in my head
"Who are you and what do you want
Please I cant stand you being under my bed".
Hoping the question was rhetorical
To my horror I get an answer instead
The reply came in high pitched breezy voice that
was not alive, cold and dead
"We are eternal...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2011 9:13am
26th Jul 2011 9:13am
You Can't Febreeze a Skank
** a little explination****
this was written a couple of years ago when an ex of my Husband
came round and tried to get back with my husband not one of my best works I'll admit but possibly the funniest!!!****
Eanie Meanie Mineie Moe
Your a Dirty Nasty HO!!!!
What ever he saw in you beats the meth out of me
Cuz you always kinda smell like cheese and dirty old man pee.
You offered him a fuck
if he would get you high
I laughed so hard I thought
I might die!
So here is some advice from me to you
You could peddle that ass...
this was written a couple of years ago when an ex of my Husband
came round and tried to get back with my husband not one of my best works I'll admit but possibly the funniest!!!****
Eanie Meanie Mineie Moe
Your a Dirty Nasty HO!!!!
What ever he saw in you beats the meth out of me
Cuz you always kinda smell like cheese and dirty old man pee.
You offered him a fuck
if he would get you high
I laughed so hard I thought
I might die!
So here is some advice from me to you
You could peddle that ass...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2011 8:55am
26th Jul 2011 8:55am
Haunted
I Do not believe places are haunted
such as houses, cemetaries and other objectified things
I think people are haunted
by various unseemly and some times corrupted beings
Haunted also by memories we are
unable to banish
no matter how much we
pray or wish them to vanish
Haunted not only by things of the past
but by the responsibility
of events yet not passed
So are there such things as ghosts?
Yes I believe very much
But not just ghosts of all our
sordid pasts that clang and bang about like a corpse acting cast
...
such as houses, cemetaries and other objectified things
I think people are haunted
by various unseemly and some times corrupted beings
Haunted also by memories we are
unable to banish
no matter how much we
pray or wish them to vanish
Haunted not only by things of the past
but by the responsibility
of events yet not passed
So are there such things as ghosts?
Yes I believe very much
But not just ghosts of all our
sordid pasts that clang and bang about like a corpse acting cast
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jul 2011 6:23am
25th Jul 2011 6:23am
Forgiving
Therapist: Hello Inaya How are you today?
Me: sitting looking down into my lap my fingers playing with a odd string from the blanket covering my legs
Therapist: from your posture and short answers you seem a little defensive today.
Me: Do I?
Therapist ignoring my statement: I see it was your birthday a few days ago, looks like your sweet 16.
Me: so?
Therapist: did you have a party?
Me: Oh yes! We all went out to the cemetary you know the place where we bury people? Yeah I got to decorate 4 graves it was wonderful.
Therapist: ignoring my sarcasm and...
Me: sitting looking down into my lap my fingers playing with a odd string from the blanket covering my legs
Therapist: from your posture and short answers you seem a little defensive today.
Me: Do I?
Therapist ignoring my statement: I see it was your birthday a few days ago, looks like your sweet 16.
Me: so?
Therapist: did you have a party?
Me: Oh yes! We all went out to the cemetary you know the place where we bury people? Yeah I got to decorate 4 graves it was wonderful.
Therapist: ignoring my sarcasm and...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2011 6:23am
7th Jul 2011 6:23am
Love Death and Hope
Hopeis a highwire balancing act
Love is the sordid rope balanced upon
laden with razors and ice so cold it burns
Hopeis drops of blood let from a pale wrist
Loveis the not quite empty hungry
darkness waiting below
Hope is a breath held
Love is the crowded nothingness
it escapes into
Love is the death of all things hopeful
Love is the sordid rope balanced upon
laden with razors and ice so cold it burns
Hopeis drops of blood let from a pale wrist
Loveis the not quite empty hungry
darkness waiting below
Hope is a breath held
Love is the crowded nothingness
it escapes into
Love is the death of all things hopeful
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jul 2011 4:19am
5th Jul 2011 4:19am
Fallen
He sits at the end of the bed
thoughts running through his vast and ancient head
Tossing and turning in an un-easy slumber
snearing his ethereal lips as he wonders
Why humans deserve his love
They have never served him in the above
Having fallen from his grace
No longer able to look upon his face his anger burns
He has visions of stakes set deep in the ground
And thousands of humans on them all bloated and round
"Humans" he laughes
More like lawn pork or the sacraficial calf
They are made in his image and...
thoughts running through his vast and ancient head
Tossing and turning in an un-easy slumber
snearing his ethereal lips as he wonders
Why humans deserve his love
They have never served him in the above
Having fallen from his grace
No longer able to look upon his face his anger burns
He has visions of stakes set deep in the ground
And thousands of humans on them all bloated and round
"Humans" he laughes
More like lawn pork or the sacraficial calf
They are made in his image and...
972 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2011 4:40am
30th Jun 2011 4:40am
Regrets
I watch you walk over to me with that same angry/sad look on your face.
I watch as you sit down in silence. I stand infront of you, I'm wearing my blue and white gypsy skirt, your favorite, with my hands clasped infront of me
but as usual you won't look at me.
The plastic on the flowers you brought me makes the only noise as the cool autum breeze ruffles them.
As I waite for you to begin, the silence grows louder and louder until you finaly say "I can't do this anymore...its time for me to move on".
I stand in silence as I've heard this before, infact you say...
I watch as you sit down in silence. I stand infront of you, I'm wearing my blue and white gypsy skirt, your favorite, with my hands clasped infront of me
but as usual you won't look at me.
The plastic on the flowers you brought me makes the only noise as the cool autum breeze ruffles them.
As I waite for you to begin, the silence grows louder and louder until you finaly say "I can't do this anymore...its time for me to move on".
I stand in silence as I've heard this before, infact you say...
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