Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
There Is Nothing Fantasical About...
I don’t get the flash backs anymore
And it’s been a while since I’ve had the dreams
The ones that I can’t wake up from
Where no one can hear my screams
And I’ve been to all kinds of hell
Some of them self imposed
But none come close to the ones
Where I am forcefully exposed
I’ve read my share of fantasies
Where people think it’s hot
And I pray it never happens to them
Where they’ll find out it’s really not
‘Cause we all have our fantasies
The things that get us off in private
But maybe give an author’s note
If...
And it’s been a while since I’ve had the dreams
The ones that I can’t wake up from
Where no one can hear my screams
And I’ve been to all kinds of hell
Some of them self imposed
But none come close to the ones
Where I am forcefully exposed
I’ve read my share of fantasies
Where people think it’s hot
And I pray it never happens to them
Where they’ll find out it’s really not
‘Cause we all have our fantasies
The things that get us off in private
But maybe give an author’s note
If...
827 reads
3 Comments
Written In The Cards
Flora knew what was coming, she could feel it. In a way she had always known it would end like this, yet it didn’t stop the crushing tightness in her chest or the pounding of her heart loud in her ears.
She could feel the ground hard beneath her through the red velvet cushion as she sat cross legged before her mahogany alter, low to the ground and swathed in black, laced hemmed, silk. She straightened the athame with her left hand so that it was facing directly east, in the direction of the rising sun. It wasn’t symbolic to her; she merely found comfort in the precision of...
She could feel the ground hard beneath her through the red velvet cushion as she sat cross legged before her mahogany alter, low to the ground and swathed in black, laced hemmed, silk. She straightened the athame with her left hand so that it was facing directly east, in the direction of the rising sun. It wasn’t symbolic to her; she merely found comfort in the precision of...
845 reads
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Reality Test
There is no such thing as reality, this, what we see…” Anna gestured around the place she called home, “is not real… Shut up and listen .” She silenced Henry, a finger pressed firmly against his lips, as he moved to interrupt her.
“When you look around, what do you see? And I don’t mean describe the place. I mean what do you feel? What does this place show you?”
Henry sighed in exasperation at his sister. Taking a breath he looked around, seeing Anna’s home through his eyes. It was messy. Pot plants in random places. Reprinted images and quotes tacked to the walls,...
“When you look around, what do you see? And I don’t mean describe the place. I mean what do you feel? What does this place show you?”
Henry sighed in exasperation at his sister. Taking a breath he looked around, seeing Anna’s home through his eyes. It was messy. Pot plants in random places. Reprinted images and quotes tacked to the walls,...
788 reads
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Prized
Annabelle held the precious item in her cupped hands. It was stickier than she thought it would be, hot and slightly squishy against her tingling skin. Bringing it to her lips, she licked it and gagged. Okay, so it didn’t taste as good as she thought it would either, but it didn’t matter; it was hers now. Looking around the room she sought somewhere safe to place it down. The bed sheets didn’t seem like a good option, she didn’t want to get threads on it, and the bedside table was covered in dust. Wandering out into the kitchen she wiped the drying tackiness of her hands on her jeans, opened...
928 reads
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If Only…
(for the Trade You My Soul comp)
A half-smoked cigarette in trembling fingers
the only point of light in the darkness
unseen by the man taking a long drag
his mind far away from the smoke
swirling into his lungs
Time had left no mark here
not a shadow or footprint remained
rain had long washed away
that which he refused to remember
yet could not forget
Ash and fire lingered in the air
as he flicked the butt away
his fingers stained with nicotine
shaking unseen in the darkness
This was...
A half-smoked cigarette in trembling fingers
the only point of light in the darkness
unseen by the man taking a long drag
his mind far away from the smoke
swirling into his lungs
Time had left no mark here
not a shadow or footprint remained
rain had long washed away
that which he refused to remember
yet could not forget
Ash and fire lingered in the air
as he flicked the butt away
his fingers stained with nicotine
shaking unseen in the darkness
This was...
892 reads
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Gothic Romance
Clammy fingers gently unlace my bodice
And I can feel in the trembling of her hand
The things she fears to say
For we must not say what we feel
Not even to ourselves
Lest we be caught in sin
And I cannot dwell too much
On what God would think
When He is not here
To feel her touch upon my skin
And I fear not God’s disgrace
When she makes my heart beat
Like the wings of a song bird
And my mind dizzy with imaginings
My breath losing itself briefly
When her lips graze
The nape of my neck
Her...
And I can feel in the trembling of her hand
The things she fears to say
For we must not say what we feel
Not even to ourselves
Lest we be caught in sin
And I cannot dwell too much
On what God would think
When He is not here
To feel her touch upon my skin
And I fear not God’s disgrace
When she makes my heart beat
Like the wings of a song bird
And my mind dizzy with imaginings
My breath losing itself briefly
When her lips graze
The nape of my neck
Her...
2138 reads
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Tick Tock
Tick… tock
It isn’t enough
And you can feel it slipping away
You can feel her waiting
Empty
Alone
Insane
And she’s waiting
Still waiting
For you to tell her
That she’s the one
Every tick
Of the clock echo's
And your voice
Is trapped
Between fight
And flight
Maybe tonight
You'll find courage
Find the words
Make them count
Lift her from
The depths of her thoughts
Before the stains of past living
Blacken her completely
And there is no coming back from that
Tick..tock
It's time to make...
It isn’t enough
And you can feel it slipping away
You can feel her waiting
Empty
Alone
Insane
And she’s waiting
Still waiting
For you to tell her
That she’s the one
Every tick
Of the clock echo's
And your voice
Is trapped
Between fight
And flight
Maybe tonight
You'll find courage
Find the words
Make them count
Lift her from
The depths of her thoughts
Before the stains of past living
Blacken her completely
And there is no coming back from that
Tick..tock
It's time to make...
809 reads
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cycles of hazy circles
(a collab by eamon and indie)
we’re going round in circles
where nothing happens at all
and I’m dying just to feel something
beyond the purple haze of this room
beyond my imagination castration
and the watercolour complexion of your face
the air is thick with forgotten oaths
pointing long fingers of blame
and you've had that same blank stare
for what feels like two forever’s
or one forever and an eternity
look at me, your apathy is draining
every drop of fight I have in me
so I bathe in the haze and close my eyes...
we’re going round in circles
where nothing happens at all
and I’m dying just to feel something
beyond the purple haze of this room
beyond my imagination castration
and the watercolour complexion of your face
the air is thick with forgotten oaths
pointing long fingers of blame
and you've had that same blank stare
for what feels like two forever’s
or one forever and an eternity
look at me, your apathy is draining
every drop of fight I have in me
so I bathe in the haze and close my eyes...
944 reads
3 Comments
Fall Over Me
He said I was the one
When the truth is I wasn’t
He’d have been better off
If he’d fallen straight over me
And I never meant to break him
Or leave him in pieces
The blood still pumping
Into the empty void
Where his heart used to be
While I dreamed a dream that was naught
‘Cause I was always losing
Running ‘round countries
I’ve never been
And the ocean’s too salty
For me to swim all the way
To try and fix what I fractured
‘Cause it might take two to dance
But it only takes one to turn out the light...
When the truth is I wasn’t
He’d have been better off
If he’d fallen straight over me
And I never meant to break him
Or leave him in pieces
The blood still pumping
Into the empty void
Where his heart used to be
While I dreamed a dream that was naught
‘Cause I was always losing
Running ‘round countries
I’ve never been
And the ocean’s too salty
For me to swim all the way
To try and fix what I fractured
‘Cause it might take two to dance
But it only takes one to turn out the light...
891 reads
7 Comments
From the Inside
They’re splitting through the membrane
Bleeding through the pores
A raging river of feverous contempt
The begs and begs for more
They’re the voices that can’t be heard
That claw beneath the skin
Like razor blades on fraying nerves
That make me reenact this sin
In weedy gardens they lie in wait
And hex my secret places
Til I’m bound and gagged by my own mind
Tangled up in my own shoe laces
Broken threads in a hangman’s knot
I can hear them calling
In the thoughts that I can’t think
They are so appalling
...
Bleeding through the pores
A raging river of feverous contempt
The begs and begs for more
They’re the voices that can’t be heard
That claw beneath the skin
Like razor blades on fraying nerves
That make me reenact this sin
In weedy gardens they lie in wait
And hex my secret places
Til I’m bound and gagged by my own mind
Tangled up in my own shoe laces
Broken threads in a hangman’s knot
I can hear them calling
In the thoughts that I can’t think
They are so appalling
...
865 reads
3 Comments
This Isn’t John Lennon’s Dream
Can you prepare me for what’s coming?
Tell me how it’s gonna be?
‘Cause I’m not sure I can handle it
This societal monstrosity
That creeps and winds its way around
The narrow minded and naïve
And there isn’t a person alive today
That has never been deceived
When it’s bound to books so old
The paper’s now decaying
With ideas so antiquated
They belong in the bindings, fraying
And did you know that someone died?
For being who and what they are
And did you know the words they use?
Will...
Tell me how it’s gonna be?
‘Cause I’m not sure I can handle it
This societal monstrosity
That creeps and winds its way around
The narrow minded and naïve
And there isn’t a person alive today
That has never been deceived
When it’s bound to books so old
The paper’s now decaying
With ideas so antiquated
They belong in the bindings, fraying
And did you know that someone died?
For being who and what they are
And did you know the words they use?
Will...
#inequality
#JohnLennon
#suicide
985 reads
6 Comments
Stealing Shadows
(Collab by Indie and Prophet)
I'm always chasing the ultimate high
Like demons creeping through the night
To steal the shadows and hex the souls
Of those so warm, when I'm so cold
'Cause oblivion tastes like outta space
Going over smoother than leather and lace
Of the bitch that beats and dominates
Wearing the shackles reality creates
Sometimes I wish that I had more,
Holding onto dreams, I feel so poor.
Sometimes I want to have it all,
And other times I hit the wall.
What's together simply falls apart,
Back to...
I'm always chasing the ultimate high
Like demons creeping through the night
To steal the shadows and hex the souls
Of those so warm, when I'm so cold
'Cause oblivion tastes like outta space
Going over smoother than leather and lace
Of the bitch that beats and dominates
Wearing the shackles reality creates
Sometimes I wish that I had more,
Holding onto dreams, I feel so poor.
Sometimes I want to have it all,
And other times I hit the wall.
What's together simply falls apart,
Back to...
841 reads
4 Comments
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