Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 7:04am
11th Feb 2012 7:04am
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
1039 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 4:45am
11th Feb 2012 4:45am
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...
889 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2012 9:18am
9th Feb 2012 9:18am
Black Heart Devout
We’re down and out, black heart devout
Shattering, scattering, splinters in the wind
Staring down our skulls into hollow eyes
Where we’re losing room for all our lies
And I’m staring at you, through smoke stained glass
Watching you, as you fall on your ass
Breaking knuckles on graffiti-d walls
Fucking 'those' girls in bathroom stalls
Like your dick can save you from pain
Like your whole sad life isn’t circling the drain
When all you’ve chased is sweet demise
Not caring that it'll be goodbye
'Cause love...
Shattering, scattering, splinters in the wind
Staring down our skulls into hollow eyes
Where we’re losing room for all our lies
And I’m staring at you, through smoke stained glass
Watching you, as you fall on your ass
Breaking knuckles on graffiti-d walls
Fucking 'those' girls in bathroom stalls
Like your dick can save you from pain
Like your whole sad life isn’t circling the drain
When all you’ve chased is sweet demise
Not caring that it'll be goodbye
'Cause love...
930 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 10:22am
7th Feb 2012 10:22am
Comprehend It
I’ve never met anyone that could comprehend it
The paradox in the composition of me
And they’re all saying “Trust me”
Like they’ll be the trampoline
To bounce me back into their reality
And I’m falling all alone
Fingerprints imprinting on cooling skin
When I can’t make the blood heat
In the veins of the ones
I always leave behind
And I hear the words
“You’re not alone, you’re never alone”
So show me what it means to be alone
When the world loves you
Just the way you are
And I’ve never met anyone...
The paradox in the composition of me
And they’re all saying “Trust me”
Like they’ll be the trampoline
To bounce me back into their reality
And I’m falling all alone
Fingerprints imprinting on cooling skin
When I can’t make the blood heat
In the veins of the ones
I always leave behind
And I hear the words
“You’re not alone, you’re never alone”
So show me what it means to be alone
When the world loves you
Just the way you are
And I’ve never met anyone...
990 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 2:17am
5th Feb 2012 2:17am
Anime Girl
Sometimes it felt like I was falling for her
Though it wasn’t like we had anything in common
There was something unattainable about her
With her flaming red hair
And strong Texan accent
That always made me laugh
She loved all things Japanese
And looked like an anime dream
When she dolled herself up
Into a manga fantasy
All kisses and hugs
… And ecstasy
And she loved the boys
Knew how to play it up
In miniskirts and low cut tops
With weapons of mass distraction
So the world could see
How...
Though it wasn’t like we had anything in common
There was something unattainable about her
With her flaming red hair
And strong Texan accent
That always made me laugh
She loved all things Japanese
And looked like an anime dream
When she dolled herself up
Into a manga fantasy
All kisses and hugs
… And ecstasy
And she loved the boys
Knew how to play it up
In miniskirts and low cut tops
With weapons of mass distraction
So the world could see
How...
2131 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 10:49am
3rd Feb 2012 10:49am
Chili Chocolate
The last day of the war: the Fuehrer’s personal quarters, 9 am.
“Fuehrer, you’re as morose as a drunk moose stuck up a tree.”
“Now is not the time to be funny Alina, and please do remember this is Germany, not Sweden”
“Yes my love… chili chocolate?”
“No, it is so… French”
“Oh well, more for me… I hear your investment in schadenfreude isn’t doing so well”
“It’s no fun when they don’t scream, more so with the end of the war drawing near”
“You could always attempt to be a good citizen and stop torturing those poor souls”
“How many times have I told you, the...
“Fuehrer, you’re as morose as a drunk moose stuck up a tree.”
“Now is not the time to be funny Alina, and please do remember this is Germany, not Sweden”
“Yes my love… chili chocolate?”
“No, it is so… French”
“Oh well, more for me… I hear your investment in schadenfreude isn’t doing so well”
“It’s no fun when they don’t scream, more so with the end of the war drawing near”
“You could always attempt to be a good citizen and stop torturing those poor souls”
“How many times have I told you, the...
918 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 10:24am
31st Jan 2012 10:24am
Image(inary)
She said…
There were guns buried beneath the garden bed
I hoped against all hope we wouldn't need them
I wasn't sure if she was lying or not
But I never was.
She was a teller of stories
An idle threat teetering on the edge of insanity
She was perfection
The bones of a vulture playing love in a dove
The masses falling at her feet
A queen of sadistic delights.
God… she could play the game
Her mind… such a beautiful terror to behold
She was so fucking beautiful
… on the outside
Though I’m sure she was the...
There were guns buried beneath the garden bed
I hoped against all hope we wouldn't need them
I wasn't sure if she was lying or not
But I never was.
She was a teller of stories
An idle threat teetering on the edge of insanity
She was perfection
The bones of a vulture playing love in a dove
The masses falling at her feet
A queen of sadistic delights.
God… she could play the game
Her mind… such a beautiful terror to behold
She was so fucking beautiful
… on the outside
Though I’m sure she was the...
851 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 1:07am
25th Jan 2012 1:07am
Shadowing You
(Written for the "Where Shadow Chases Light Comp")
I’m waiting here in the dark of night
Where darkening shadows chase the light
Hanging on to fraying threads
While glistening stars augment my dread
‘Cause time, you know, is running out
Of this fact, I have no doubt
With the deepening darkness of our betrayals
That left us broken and derailed
And you’re all I ever wanted
Now shadow puppets leave me haunted
Rerunning the scenes of our lives
Replaying our dreams and our lies
Tell me…
Do you...
I’m waiting here in the dark of night
Where darkening shadows chase the light
Hanging on to fraying threads
While glistening stars augment my dread
‘Cause time, you know, is running out
Of this fact, I have no doubt
With the deepening darkness of our betrayals
That left us broken and derailed
And you’re all I ever wanted
Now shadow puppets leave me haunted
Rerunning the scenes of our lives
Replaying our dreams and our lies
Tell me…
Do you...
814 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2012 9:20am
24th Jan 2012 9:20am
Don't Let It Linger
You want to let it linger
Think you can mould it with your fingers
Like we’re a crumbling clay creation
In sensory depravation
And you think that you can fix it
Take the clay, just knead and mix it
When the burning times don’t mesh
And these wounds are far from fresh
‘Cause you never expected us to break
Or this love, I would forsake
When we’re meant to be a matching set
Soul mates now crumbling with regret
And I don’t want to let it linger
Or let the kiln melt and burn my fingers
With a history that can’t be undone...
Think you can mould it with your fingers
Like we’re a crumbling clay creation
In sensory depravation
And you think that you can fix it
Take the clay, just knead and mix it
When the burning times don’t mesh
And these wounds are far from fresh
‘Cause you never expected us to break
Or this love, I would forsake
When we’re meant to be a matching set
Soul mates now crumbling with regret
And I don’t want to let it linger
Or let the kiln melt and burn my fingers
With a history that can’t be undone...
801 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 12:08pm
15th Jan 2012 12:08pm
One Ounce
This place is hell, so let’s just bounce
See if we can score an ounce
Smoke it up for another escape
Turn me on and I’ll wear that cape
Fingers trailing up my thigh
Reaching inside for the ultimate high
Soft lips that brush and tease
Bringing me to my knees
Rough hands tugging at my hair
This time we’re not coming up for air
We’ll make our own reality
And play out all your fantasies
“Time out” you say, “I need my fix”
And I can’t stop staring at your lips
Remembering where they’ve just been
I fall...
See if we can score an ounce
Smoke it up for another escape
Turn me on and I’ll wear that cape
Fingers trailing up my thigh
Reaching inside for the ultimate high
Soft lips that brush and tease
Bringing me to my knees
Rough hands tugging at my hair
This time we’re not coming up for air
We’ll make our own reality
And play out all your fantasies
“Time out” you say, “I need my fix”
And I can’t stop staring at your lips
Remembering where they’ve just been
I fall...
1077 reads
15 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 3:17am
15th Jan 2012 3:17am
Take Me Out
Take me out with the hallucinogenic
With a camera phone I’m facebook photogenic
Make me up like a pimped out clown
Tears of laughter drowning out the sound
The bass is crashing through my veins
And everyone here feels the same
Getting lost in the drug fueled beat
Shedding clothes in the body of heat
I want to kiss a boy, I want to kiss a girl
I want to get lost in gratuitous whirls
My body lost in a sea of hands
Ecstasy entrapping me until I cannot stand
So take me out with the hallucinogenic
In tomorrow’s...
With a camera phone I’m facebook photogenic
Make me up like a pimped out clown
Tears of laughter drowning out the sound
The bass is crashing through my veins
And everyone here feels the same
Getting lost in the drug fueled beat
Shedding clothes in the body of heat
I want to kiss a boy, I want to kiss a girl
I want to get lost in gratuitous whirls
My body lost in a sea of hands
Ecstasy entrapping me until I cannot stand
So take me out with the hallucinogenic
In tomorrow’s...
966 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 3:16am
15th Jan 2012 3:16am
Take me back to 2004
Authors Note: This poem contains references to self harm, drug and alcohol abuse, sex and sexual assault, so if it's not your kind of read, don't read it. - Indie
Take me back to 2004
When I didn’t want this life anymore
Where I cared too much about getting high
And not enough about living life
It was all about the latest escape
As though I could forget I’d ever been raped
Cut the skin so I could watch it bleed
Drink myself stupid and smoke too much weed
And the reflection in the mirror, it might be me
But I’m so...
Take me back to 2004
When I didn’t want this life anymore
Where I cared too much about getting high
And not enough about living life
It was all about the latest escape
As though I could forget I’d ever been raped
Cut the skin so I could watch it bleed
Drink myself stupid and smoke too much weed
And the reflection in the mirror, it might be me
But I’m so...
1084 reads
10 Comments
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