Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
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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Come a little closer
and whisper those three little words in my ear
those three little words that you undoubtedly
whispered to your last failed conquest
in search of everlasting love
Remember when you said
that I was the one?
Remember when you whispered
those three glorious little words
into my soul?
Before you smacked them out of me
with the back of your hand
as though I was as insignificant
as a mosquito on a wall
All those pretty girls
you know they won’t fill up your soul
with the...
and whisper those three little words in my ear
those three little words that you undoubtedly
whispered to your last failed conquest
in search of everlasting love
Remember when you said
that I was the one?
Remember when you whispered
those three glorious little words
into my soul?
Before you smacked them out of me
with the back of your hand
as though I was as insignificant
as a mosquito on a wall
All those pretty girls
you know they won’t fill up your soul
with the...
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two little words
Everything I am
hung on two words
waiting to be breathed
from your smoke filled lungs
I lay deep within my own inhale
unknowing and afraid
of the hours ahead
and whether my self-loathing
would permeate its way
into your far-off consciousness
Would you discard me
as I had discarded myself?
Would you spit my hidden words
back into my face with the fire
I feared I deserved?
Impossibly tangible relief
overflowed into my lungs
at the drop of your whisper
upon my desperate ears
...
hung on two words
waiting to be breathed
from your smoke filled lungs
I lay deep within my own inhale
unknowing and afraid
of the hours ahead
and whether my self-loathing
would permeate its way
into your far-off consciousness
Would you discard me
as I had discarded myself?
Would you spit my hidden words
back into my face with the fire
I feared I deserved?
Impossibly tangible relief
overflowed into my lungs
at the drop of your whisper
upon my desperate ears
...
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Alone is just a concept
There is a silence in my head
that shies away from all thoughts of you
and the haunting recollection of our words
The days pass in acceptable emptiness
maybe the sun shone, I wouldn’t know
when I am too busy looking inwards
My grand escapist gesture
to get lost in the pages of a book
where I know I won’t find your face
When night trickles in with a garnishing of frost
my bed seems like a grave without you
and my silence screams for some kind of noise
just so I don’t have to sleep alone
© Indie Adams 2012
that shies away from all thoughts of you
and the haunting recollection of our words
The days pass in acceptable emptiness
maybe the sun shone, I wouldn’t know
when I am too busy looking inwards
My grand escapist gesture
to get lost in the pages of a book
where I know I won’t find your face
When night trickles in with a garnishing of frost
my bed seems like a grave without you
and my silence screams for some kind of noise
just so I don’t have to sleep alone
© Indie Adams 2012
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Skin Deep
It was always that simple.
To the world outside looks mattered.
Head buried in a book, the characters never cared if I was ugly or not,
the author never took my looks into mind and wrote his words against me.
Fantasy equalled freedom. In my own head I could be beautiful
even if it was only for a moment before reality tripped me across the pavement
with the boys yelling “fat bitch” out of a car window, and my only response
to give them a smile and one fingered salute while I died inside.
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful, because surely...
To the world outside looks mattered.
Head buried in a book, the characters never cared if I was ugly or not,
the author never took my looks into mind and wrote his words against me.
Fantasy equalled freedom. In my own head I could be beautiful
even if it was only for a moment before reality tripped me across the pavement
with the boys yelling “fat bitch” out of a car window, and my only response
to give them a smile and one fingered salute while I died inside.
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful, because surely...
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Unworthy
I don’t want your empathy
I want your violence.
I want to feel how you hurt inside
as the questions tear you apart
and pound through your mind
in the lucid dreams of a perpetual insomniac.
I want to be the glass you smash against the wall.
I want to be the cigarette put out on the back of your hand.
I want to be the face you punch in a drunken brawl
as you run from the memory of my words.
I want to be afraid of your bloodied fingers
hovering to close to my neck as your rage washes over me
lips screaming insensibly against...
I want your violence.
I want to feel how you hurt inside
as the questions tear you apart
and pound through your mind
in the lucid dreams of a perpetual insomniac.
I want to be the glass you smash against the wall.
I want to be the cigarette put out on the back of your hand.
I want to be the face you punch in a drunken brawl
as you run from the memory of my words.
I want to be afraid of your bloodied fingers
hovering to close to my neck as your rage washes over me
lips screaming insensibly against...
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after the fall
I took it, still beating from my chest
and crushed it in my traitor's hands
tears of crimson salt
spilling down my face in cleansing tears;
the candle in my ribcage snuffed out
between the blinks of my eyes.
For years I clung to the dream of you
when all I really wanted
was for you to break my heart.
I tried to run, and bury myself
in warm dark places where I could forget
the butterflies trapped in your gaze
every time you looked at me.
I loved you like the ocean ...
and crushed it in my traitor's hands
tears of crimson salt
spilling down my face in cleansing tears;
the candle in my ribcage snuffed out
between the blinks of my eyes.
For years I clung to the dream of you
when all I really wanted
was for you to break my heart.
I tried to run, and bury myself
in warm dark places where I could forget
the butterflies trapped in your gaze
every time you looked at me.
I loved you like the ocean ...
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Little Bitch
I'm insecure tonight.
Self-esteem like cracks in the flaws.
Memories of a pathetic little bitch
rising up through the basin to spit
the neglect of self, back into my face.
It could have been me.
I could have been her
reeking of desperation and "love me, love me"
like a spider tangled in unwashed dreadlocks of hair
dying to feel connected as it dies alone
in the fear that it'll never be loved.
I can't help but hate her by default.
She's the weakness of humanity personified
with a face that...
Self-esteem like cracks in the flaws.
Memories of a pathetic little bitch
rising up through the basin to spit
the neglect of self, back into my face.
It could have been me.
I could have been her
reeking of desperation and "love me, love me"
like a spider tangled in unwashed dreadlocks of hair
dying to feel connected as it dies alone
in the fear that it'll never be loved.
I can't help but hate her by default.
She's the weakness of humanity personified
with a face that...
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All I wanted to do was feel alive
All I wanted to do was feel alive
outside the bubble of my own chaos.
In the cracking and crumbling of my rib cage
doubled over and gasping for breath
I’ve never felt less alive.
My fingers entwine themselves
with synthesised illusions
that fuck me from every angle
the only hands to rest themselves upon me
my own.
I tear the flesh and rip myself apart
like a ghost smashing the veil
for one last touch of humanity
lost down a well
where a boy once waited
a rope taut around his neck
all air hung from his...
outside the bubble of my own chaos.
In the cracking and crumbling of my rib cage
doubled over and gasping for breath
I’ve never felt less alive.
My fingers entwine themselves
with synthesised illusions
that fuck me from every angle
the only hands to rest themselves upon me
my own.
I tear the flesh and rip myself apart
like a ghost smashing the veil
for one last touch of humanity
lost down a well
where a boy once waited
a rope taut around his neck
all air hung from his...
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to float and fall, like embers fading in the sky
I float upon currents of emptiness
dismembered from the things bind me
to myself.
I arise, a feather, something beautiful
lost the in the acrid landscape of my morning coffee
that sets my heart on anxiety alert.
Anything to escape the beating of your name
deep inside my breast, and the acknowledgment
that your face is the one I’ve craved every day
since the day we met.
I am the only one to blame
for the wistful romantification of hell
that sets my body alight
imprinted within the depths of my self-denial....
dismembered from the things bind me
to myself.
I arise, a feather, something beautiful
lost the in the acrid landscape of my morning coffee
that sets my heart on anxiety alert.
Anything to escape the beating of your name
deep inside my breast, and the acknowledgment
that your face is the one I’ve craved every day
since the day we met.
I am the only one to blame
for the wistful romantification of hell
that sets my body alight
imprinted within the depths of my self-denial....
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Adrift
I wanted to believe for a little while that I was special
that for more than a fleeting moment I mattered.
"You’re good enough just the way you are."
And like a child enamoured with a magician
I believe you have magic every time you whisper
fantasy into my ears
because no one has ever made me feel
as high and as low as you do.
No time or distance
has ever made me love you less.
And all the darkness in your soul
is still as alluring to me as it always was.
Yet here we are again, with the secrets and lies ...
that for more than a fleeting moment I mattered.
"You’re good enough just the way you are."
And like a child enamoured with a magician
I believe you have magic every time you whisper
fantasy into my ears
because no one has ever made me feel
as high and as low as you do.
No time or distance
has ever made me love you less.
And all the darkness in your soul
is still as alluring to me as it always was.
Yet here we are again, with the secrets and lies ...
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