Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
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Distance is only a matter of the imagination
Distance is only a matter of the imagination
we’re all standing here
but I’m not in the room
I’m hollow when you’re gone
I’m the most creative when I’m lonely
and in the throes of what slow death
must feel like
I remember standing before Him
my arms wrapped around the forgotten
we stared at each other
the darkness and me
In the headlights all was empty
and black and warm
and I thought of love
in what could have been my final moments
I almost kissed Him in the rush of lights
my...
we’re all standing here
but I’m not in the room
I’m hollow when you’re gone
I’m the most creative when I’m lonely
and in the throes of what slow death
must feel like
I remember standing before Him
my arms wrapped around the forgotten
we stared at each other
the darkness and me
In the headlights all was empty
and black and warm
and I thought of love
in what could have been my final moments
I almost kissed Him in the rush of lights
my...
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subject matter
Sometimes I wonder if I ever really mattered
and left more than a scuff mark or a scar
on the people that mattered
to me
While I carry the scars of my life around
buried deep inside
beyond the aura of my energy
She found it hard to believe
I was capable of being a bitch
I just seemed so content
all the time
My entire existence breathes lies
out into the atmosphere
where we’re all judged
like the covers of books
few ever taking the time
to look inside
I don’t know who I am anymore
and I...
and left more than a scuff mark or a scar
on the people that mattered
to me
While I carry the scars of my life around
buried deep inside
beyond the aura of my energy
She found it hard to believe
I was capable of being a bitch
I just seemed so content
all the time
My entire existence breathes lies
out into the atmosphere
where we’re all judged
like the covers of books
few ever taking the time
to look inside
I don’t know who I am anymore
and I...
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Faithless
My faithlessness is not a reflection of your love
it’s a reflection of the worthlessness
inside me
I’m an insomniac's dream, somehow, somewhere
I need to believe someone is thinking of me
as they close their eyes to sleep at night
just like I think of you from dawn to dusk
and beyond
I’m an addict gone wrong
love was never meant to be
If there is a God, then I’m a private joke
between he and humanity
an outsider among outsiders
I’m empty and forsaken
I have given up on that childhood...
it’s a reflection of the worthlessness
inside me
I’m an insomniac's dream, somehow, somewhere
I need to believe someone is thinking of me
as they close their eyes to sleep at night
just like I think of you from dawn to dusk
and beyond
I’m an addict gone wrong
love was never meant to be
If there is a God, then I’m a private joke
between he and humanity
an outsider among outsiders
I’m empty and forsaken
I have given up on that childhood...
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that thing we call alone
The world has moved on
and you don’t have time for me anymore
no one has any time for me anymore
The more I need it, the more I need you
the more I need not to feel so desperately alone
the more the walls cave in around me
until only a flicker of sunshine radiates
from a peek-a-boo corner
and I wait for this midnight summer to end
The days are getting colder
and I can feel the chill seep into my marrow
into my subconscious where I dream of dying
a violent death
at the hands of men I don’t know
The...
and you don’t have time for me anymore
no one has any time for me anymore
The more I need it, the more I need you
the more I need not to feel so desperately alone
the more the walls cave in around me
until only a flicker of sunshine radiates
from a peek-a-boo corner
and I wait for this midnight summer to end
The days are getting colder
and I can feel the chill seep into my marrow
into my subconscious where I dream of dying
a violent death
at the hands of men I don’t know
The...
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the living ones
There’s so much loneliness
in this room full of people
where I reside like a ghost
leaning against a wall
drowning my brain in the music
of my iPod
because I’d rather drown in music
than in silent invisibility
I love city street crowds
because we can all be no one together
She died and no one told me
no one thought to call
reinforcing my lack of self
as though my love for her didn’t matter
when she was the only one that ever gave a fuck
in that room full of people
who only remembered my name ...
in this room full of people
where I reside like a ghost
leaning against a wall
drowning my brain in the music
of my iPod
because I’d rather drown in music
than in silent invisibility
I love city street crowds
because we can all be no one together
She died and no one told me
no one thought to call
reinforcing my lack of self
as though my love for her didn’t matter
when she was the only one that ever gave a fuck
in that room full of people
who only remembered my name ...
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white picket fence
I can see you in the mirror
past my own reflection
staring back at me silently
from so far away
we’re just ghosts here
whispers of tomorrows
that we’ll never get to see
you’re the fence paling
I fell on drunkenly in the dark
and have never had the courage
to remove
from my shattered rib cage
and sometimes I wonder
why I carry your memory with me
when all it does is twist the edges of wood
that have embedded themselves in my heart
© Indie Adams 2012
past my own reflection
staring back at me silently
from so far away
we’re just ghosts here
whispers of tomorrows
that we’ll never get to see
you’re the fence paling
I fell on drunkenly in the dark
and have never had the courage
to remove
from my shattered rib cage
and sometimes I wonder
why I carry your memory with me
when all it does is twist the edges of wood
that have embedded themselves in my heart
© Indie Adams 2012
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between our opposing romanticisms...
You never found any amusement
in my darkest romanticisms
there was nothing beautiful
about the way I cut your name into my arm
as a testament to pain
and a memory of how you possessed me
enough that I tried to carve
my way through blood
and straight into your heart
you looked down at me for my suicidal notions
and I hid my deepest pains from you
for fear of your glass wall rejections
there was no glory in the retreat
from your affections
the more I needed you...
in my darkest romanticisms
there was nothing beautiful
about the way I cut your name into my arm
as a testament to pain
and a memory of how you possessed me
enough that I tried to carve
my way through blood
and straight into your heart
you looked down at me for my suicidal notions
and I hid my deepest pains from you
for fear of your glass wall rejections
there was no glory in the retreat
from your affections
the more I needed you...
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going under
It’s scary now
that I’ve fallen so deep under ground
where my humanity fades
and I have the irresistible primal urge
to break everything
I want to expunge myself of violence
until only the hollow shell of my former self
remains
It’s like a high running through my veins
taking over everything I was and could be
until I cease to exist in the way you’ve always known
We’re going down, my darling
wont you take me with you?
I’d say we could go out together
but don’t you know
in the end, we all die alone
...
that I’ve fallen so deep under ground
where my humanity fades
and I have the irresistible primal urge
to break everything
I want to expunge myself of violence
until only the hollow shell of my former self
remains
It’s like a high running through my veins
taking over everything I was and could be
until I cease to exist in the way you’ve always known
We’re going down, my darling
wont you take me with you?
I’d say we could go out together
but don’t you know
in the end, we all die alone
...
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Letter to a writer – Part II
Dear you
I haven’t been feeling the greatest lately. I’m not really good with the sharing and caring thing, but you trust me enough to bare me your soul every now and again, so it’s only fair if I do the same.
I want to skirt around the issue and take the scenic route, ‘cause a part of me is hoping I can avoid this entire conversation. Would you believe me if I said I used to be the kind of girl that wore my heart pinned to my sleeve and trusted everyone with the majority of my inner thoughts?
I had absolutely no personal boundaries. I wanted someone to save me...
I haven’t been feeling the greatest lately. I’m not really good with the sharing and caring thing, but you trust me enough to bare me your soul every now and again, so it’s only fair if I do the same.
I want to skirt around the issue and take the scenic route, ‘cause a part of me is hoping I can avoid this entire conversation. Would you believe me if I said I used to be the kind of girl that wore my heart pinned to my sleeve and trusted everyone with the majority of my inner thoughts?
I had absolutely no personal boundaries. I wanted someone to save me...
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Illusions of the unrequited
There is some grim satisfaction
in knowing it’s not about me
that it was never about me
It was about feeling something
outside my station
outside my caste
it was about fighting fate
and falling in love with dreams
We ended eons ago
caught between the changing of the seasons
where it was neither night nor day
we were never on the same plane of existence
despite our desires
to conquer natures truths
And still, I keep looking back
trying to read between the lines
of where we went wrong
and I know...
in knowing it’s not about me
that it was never about me
It was about feeling something
outside my station
outside my caste
it was about fighting fate
and falling in love with dreams
We ended eons ago
caught between the changing of the seasons
where it was neither night nor day
we were never on the same plane of existence
despite our desires
to conquer natures truths
And still, I keep looking back
trying to read between the lines
of where we went wrong
and I know...
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