Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
human, quirky, dark.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2011 2:05am
5th Oct 2011 2:05am
Down The Yellow Brick Road
I took a walk down the yellow brick road
Someone told me it was paved with gold
I didn’t see a sunflower or a daffodil
The edges flecked in the dust of the windowsill
Fairy tales come to life
Shh… don’t you know it’s all a lie
“Ding, dong, the witch is dead”
I think this path is painted in lead
There’s a man of straw without a brain
Somehow I think he is the most sane
There’s a man of tin looking for a heart
Silly man, someone will tear it apart
There’s a cowardly lion with...
Someone told me it was paved with gold
I didn’t see a sunflower or a daffodil
The edges flecked in the dust of the windowsill
Fairy tales come to life
Shh… don’t you know it’s all a lie
“Ding, dong, the witch is dead”
I think this path is painted in lead
There’s a man of straw without a brain
Somehow I think he is the most sane
There’s a man of tin looking for a heart
Silly man, someone will tear it apart
There’s a cowardly lion with...
1145 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Oct 2011 12:14pm
4th Oct 2011 12:14pm
Burn It Down
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl waiting for her turn
Waiting for the coming fall
Waiting for a hurt to rival them all
She knows deep down he’s already gone
She knows deep down that she was wrong
Love wasn’t enough to conquer
Words weren’t enough to be honoured
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl watching, concerned
She knows there will be hell to pay
Knows that he will rue the day
He acts so callous, like he doesn’t care
None of his demons is he willing to...
And there’s a girl waiting for her turn
Waiting for the coming fall
Waiting for a hurt to rival them all
She knows deep down he’s already gone
She knows deep down that she was wrong
Love wasn’t enough to conquer
Words weren’t enough to be honoured
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl watching, concerned
She knows there will be hell to pay
Knows that he will rue the day
He acts so callous, like he doesn’t care
None of his demons is he willing to...
1034 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 12:56pm
1st Oct 2011 12:56pm
Home
If home is where the heart is
I want to come home
But we’re floating like dust
And frozen like stone
If home is where the art is
Paint me a picture
Something to hold on to
A permanent fixture
If home is where the start is
Let’s run away
Make new memories
And forget the old days
If home is where the heart is
Make your way home
Stop with the pain
That leaves us monochrome
If home is where the art is
Let’s paint our own story
One with love and smiles
Not faded and...
I want to come home
But we’re floating like dust
And frozen like stone
If home is where the art is
Paint me a picture
Something to hold on to
A permanent fixture
If home is where the start is
Let’s run away
Make new memories
And forget the old days
If home is where the heart is
Make your way home
Stop with the pain
That leaves us monochrome
If home is where the art is
Let’s paint our own story
One with love and smiles
Not faded and...
1293 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2011 10:51am
29th Sep 2011 10:51am
Porcelain
My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
My pretty dress torn
The white lace fraying
Pocked with cigarette burns
And lessons unlearned
I’m coloured in the rust
Of antique memories
Stained glass sunsets falling
With whispered secrets calling
I fall apart in bits of thread
Un-stitched, unhinged
Touched with porcelain flecks
A blurred vision in coke-bottle spec’s
No one...
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep
My pretty dress torn
The white lace fraying
Pocked with cigarette burns
And lessons unlearned
I’m coloured in the rust
Of antique memories
Stained glass sunsets falling
With whispered secrets calling
I fall apart in bits of thread
Un-stitched, unhinged
Touched with porcelain flecks
A blurred vision in coke-bottle spec’s
No one...
857 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2011 2:19am
29th Sep 2011 2:19am
Venom (Black Widow)
(Collab by Indie and Crimsin)
Crimson
Indie
I crawl up your spine
make my way to your neck and inject my venom
My poison spiraling through your veins
You’re paralyzed as I stick my fangs
Into your very being sucking out your soul
Such pretty poison
Like a tortured day dream
I cling to you, when the sun’s too bright
I chase the darkness
The evanescence of the fall
Screaming when I fail to drown
I smash myself upon the ground
Never dying, like I am some impervious china doll
Keening for the venom of...
Crimson
Indie
I crawl up your spine
make my way to your neck and inject my venom
My poison spiraling through your veins
You’re paralyzed as I stick my fangs
Into your very being sucking out your soul
Such pretty poison
Like a tortured day dream
I cling to you, when the sun’s too bright
I chase the darkness
The evanescence of the fall
Screaming when I fail to drown
I smash myself upon the ground
Never dying, like I am some impervious china doll
Keening for the venom of...
1012 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2011 11:39am
25th Sep 2011 11:39am
I swear I am not a fashion tragedy ;)
I can be a bit of a hippy chick
And somewhat of an emo bitch
I like the quirky, I like the weird
But the fashionista's I haven't endeared
I made a statement, gutter chic
Being a mess didn't look so bleak
I'll wear ripped jeans
And tops falling apart at the seams
I've been asked
If I got dressed in the dark
And been told
That my taste is bold
I always keep a smile
For those that diss my style
Coz I am going to wear
Eclectic fashions without a care
I'll be a freak and get a laugh
I don't do...
And somewhat of an emo bitch
I like the quirky, I like the weird
But the fashionista's I haven't endeared
I made a statement, gutter chic
Being a mess didn't look so bleak
I'll wear ripped jeans
And tops falling apart at the seams
I've been asked
If I got dressed in the dark
And been told
That my taste is bold
I always keep a smile
For those that diss my style
Coz I am going to wear
Eclectic fashions without a care
I'll be a freak and get a laugh
I don't do...
945 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 7:22am
23rd Sep 2011 7:22am
When You're Gone
The days last too long without you
I’m crazy when you’re gone
I want to drink myself…
To the bottom of the bottle
The one you left behind
No one could drink like you
No one could hide it nearly as well
I, the lonely drunk…
I can’t hide a damn thing
I never could from you
Everything bleeds and I don’t know
What to do with the time
You never would let me in
You never would let me be…
The one you lean on
I remember the days…
The ones before we fell
I remember all the secrets
The...
I’m crazy when you’re gone
I want to drink myself…
To the bottom of the bottle
The one you left behind
No one could drink like you
No one could hide it nearly as well
I, the lonely drunk…
I can’t hide a damn thing
I never could from you
Everything bleeds and I don’t know
What to do with the time
You never would let me in
You never would let me be…
The one you lean on
I remember the days…
The ones before we fell
I remember all the secrets
The...
1008 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 6:43am
15th Sep 2011 6:43am
Thorns
I cup the flower
In my hand
But its fragrance
I cannot stand
Drawn by a myth
Of forevermore
Buts its thorns
Leave me sore
Beautiful
To a fault
I cannot condone
Its ever present assault
Born of betrayals
And ancient lies
Where only pain
Can reside
Lying down before me
Willing my tenderness
Asking for a love
I can not address
Petals fall
As I tear apart the flesh
Blood stained finger tips
Of which we are not meshed
© Indie Adams 2011
In my hand
But its fragrance
I cannot stand
Drawn by a myth
Of forevermore
Buts its thorns
Leave me sore
Beautiful
To a fault
I cannot condone
Its ever present assault
Born of betrayals
And ancient lies
Where only pain
Can reside
Lying down before me
Willing my tenderness
Asking for a love
I can not address
Petals fall
As I tear apart the flesh
Blood stained finger tips
Of which we are not meshed
© Indie Adams 2011
897 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 6:34am
14th Sep 2011 6:34am
Self Doubt
I’m cracking under the pressure
Can’t take this thing at leisure
They fucking want what from me?
They wanna… oh jeez…
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know how this is played
My mind reels, I’m freaking out
Everything I have to offer, I doubt
An opportunity I can’t pass up
An opportunity to… oh fuck
I panic, my breathing rough
It’s everything, but is it enough?
Can I handle it, just go with the flow?
You know what? I just don’t know…
Take a breath and just breathe
Think about what they are asking of me
Someone thinks I...
Can’t take this thing at leisure
They fucking want what from me?
They wanna… oh jeez…
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know how this is played
My mind reels, I’m freaking out
Everything I have to offer, I doubt
An opportunity I can’t pass up
An opportunity to… oh fuck
I panic, my breathing rough
It’s everything, but is it enough?
Can I handle it, just go with the flow?
You know what? I just don’t know…
Take a breath and just breathe
Think about what they are asking of me
Someone thinks I...
948 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Sep 2011 9:23am
13th Sep 2011 9:23am
What's Your Issue?
They think we’re evil and depraved
While to their own prejudices they’re enslaved
They beat us, rape us, tell us we’re going to hell
While pretending all in their lives is well
Hate is learned, it doesn’t come from within
There is nothing holy about committing that sin
They have no right to take away our rights
Put up a resistance we have no choice but to fight
Since when do we all fuck to procreate?
I am pretty sure they’d lose that debate
Love has nothing to do with gender
Anatomy shouldn’t be a contender
We don’t fall in...
While to their own prejudices they’re enslaved
They beat us, rape us, tell us we’re going to hell
While pretending all in their lives is well
Hate is learned, it doesn’t come from within
There is nothing holy about committing that sin
They have no right to take away our rights
Put up a resistance we have no choice but to fight
Since when do we all fuck to procreate?
I am pretty sure they’d lose that debate
Love has nothing to do with gender
Anatomy shouldn’t be a contender
We don’t fall in...
967 reads
2 Comments
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