Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
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...
925 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...
869 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...
819 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...
813 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...
1087 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...
985 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...
1103 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 11:45am
14th Jan 2012 11:45am
At the Station
I’m sitting here waiting, where everyone’s waiting
Some of them loving and some of them hating
And I’m sitting here staring at everyone staring
Some of them indifferent and some of them caring
And there’s always someone that won’t fit the mold
Someone that will spend tonight out in the cold
And there’s always someone with more money than sense
Someone that’s walking while someone else sits on the fence
And this place is like home, if home’s a lonely place
Where there’s too many reflections in the mirror for me to know my own face
With a...
Some of them loving and some of them hating
And I’m sitting here staring at everyone staring
Some of them indifferent and some of them caring
And there’s always someone that won’t fit the mold
Someone that will spend tonight out in the cold
And there’s always someone with more money than sense
Someone that’s walking while someone else sits on the fence
And this place is like home, if home’s a lonely place
Where there’s too many reflections in the mirror for me to know my own face
With a...
767 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 5:14am
14th Jan 2012 5:14am
Voyeur
He watches me through broken windows panes
Like the mirror that’s cracked, with reflections insane
Shadows dance and creep across the peeling walls
And I wanted to believe we could have had it all
Torrential rains fall from the busted ceiling fan
With wisps of smoke trailing from my clenched hands
Dripping with plaster, when my rage comes undone
With mildewed curtains warping the light of the setting sun
And I’m feeling stalked in the convex reflection
When this beauty is nothing but crumbling perfection
In the hazy darkness, he takes...
Like the mirror that’s cracked, with reflections insane
Shadows dance and creep across the peeling walls
And I wanted to believe we could have had it all
Torrential rains fall from the busted ceiling fan
With wisps of smoke trailing from my clenched hands
Dripping with plaster, when my rage comes undone
With mildewed curtains warping the light of the setting sun
And I’m feeling stalked in the convex reflection
When this beauty is nothing but crumbling perfection
In the hazy darkness, he takes...
1258 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 00:22am
7th Jan 2012 00:22am
When I’m Sober
You only hate me when I’m sober
When my mouth is a kiss that burns
And my words are alight with a clarity
That leaves your heart upturned
And you love the taste of amber
More than the touch of my outstretched hand
Cause I can’t reach you in your whiskey haze
While you flounder in broken glass and sand
And I wonder if you only want me
When I’m gone from you line of sight
And do you only notice me
When I want to pick a fight
Cause you only hate me when I’m sober
And you only like me when I’m crazy
But I don’t want a...
When my mouth is a kiss that burns
And my words are alight with a clarity
That leaves your heart upturned
And you love the taste of amber
More than the touch of my outstretched hand
Cause I can’t reach you in your whiskey haze
While you flounder in broken glass and sand
And I wonder if you only want me
When I’m gone from you line of sight
And do you only notice me
When I want to pick a fight
Cause you only hate me when I’m sober
And you only like me when I’m crazy
But I don’t want a...
1090 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 10:23pm
5th Jan 2012 10:23pm
Deeper
Time doesn’t help me to forget
The hot winter days
When I knew I was alive
And the sun danced among the leaves
Silhouettes of joy upon my bedroom window
And I’m falling
Ever falling
Deeper… into you
Daydream fantasies
My lovely friend and foe
When I fade into the sadness of your eyes
Where I believed dreams could come true
Before you showed me how backhanded love can be
And I’m still falling
Ever falling
Deeper… into you
And I wanted to revoke
The things that made me smile
The laughter in my...
The hot winter days
When I knew I was alive
And the sun danced among the leaves
Silhouettes of joy upon my bedroom window
And I’m falling
Ever falling
Deeper… into you
Daydream fantasies
My lovely friend and foe
When I fade into the sadness of your eyes
Where I believed dreams could come true
Before you showed me how backhanded love can be
And I’m still falling
Ever falling
Deeper… into you
And I wanted to revoke
The things that made me smile
The laughter in my...
934 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 11:58pm
2nd Jan 2012 11:58pm
Sick Obsession
It’s a sick obsession of soul regression
And I miss you like grade eight detention
When I laughed so hard I nearly cried
At the absurdity of thirteen year old lies
And it’s so sick, another midnight party trick
Listening, high, at the clock as it ticks
And I’m running deeper into the abyss
All for another loveless kiss
We’re down, we’re low, and we’re letting go
Got to keep up when you’re moving too slow
Lost in the memories of a watercolour dream
‘Cause, no… no, nothing is what it seems
So take me down, and watch...
And I miss you like grade eight detention
When I laughed so hard I nearly cried
At the absurdity of thirteen year old lies
And it’s so sick, another midnight party trick
Listening, high, at the clock as it ticks
And I’m running deeper into the abyss
All for another loveless kiss
We’re down, we’re low, and we’re letting go
Got to keep up when you’re moving too slow
Lost in the memories of a watercolour dream
‘Cause, no… no, nothing is what it seems
So take me down, and watch...
1097 reads
4 Comments
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