Submissions by InvisiObliv
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2018 3:10am
29th Aug 2018 3:10am
Anatomy Project
When God created man, she formed him in the womb, yes that’s right, we’re not talking about the big boom!
She designed him as intricately as she could,
making sure every system does as it should.
In the first 8 weeks, things develop rather quick.
It’s vital to the life of the child that the mother doesn’t get sick.
While keeping healthy shouldn’t be a chore,
the mother’s immune system is lowered and allow colds and flus to knock on the door.
Inside her uterus, an organ is being built in haste,
it’s called the placenta and it transfers...
She designed him as intricately as she could,
making sure every system does as it should.
In the first 8 weeks, things develop rather quick.
It’s vital to the life of the child that the mother doesn’t get sick.
While keeping healthy shouldn’t be a chore,
the mother’s immune system is lowered and allow colds and flus to knock on the door.
Inside her uterus, an organ is being built in haste,
it’s called the placenta and it transfers...
#science
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2018 7:04pm
5th Mar 2018 7:04pm
To the Man I Once Called Daddy,
They say a daughter’s first love his her dad.
They’ll tell you it’s the greatest love you’ve ever had.
Sadly, no one told me there were men like you.
The kind that yell at mommy and hit her too.
The kind that sings boldly in the church pew, but when no one’s looking, he touches you.
Daddy, remember that night pops died?
I remember when you laid at the foot of my bed and cried.
Daddy, I know you have demons like we all do,
but don’t you realize my demon was you?
Taken by lights of blue and red, ...
They’ll tell you it’s the greatest love you’ve ever had.
Sadly, no one told me there were men like you.
The kind that yell at mommy and hit her too.
The kind that sings boldly in the church pew, but when no one’s looking, he touches you.
Daddy, remember that night pops died?
I remember when you laid at the foot of my bed and cried.
Daddy, I know you have demons like we all do,
but don’t you realize my demon was you?
Taken by lights of blue and red, ...
#heartbroken
#family
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2018 3:45pm
12th Jan 2018 3:45pm
GOD, DON'T TAKE HIM FROM ME
Being heartbroken is having perfectly good lungs that refuse to inhale.
It's having legs that are capable of walking, but would rather lay in bed all day.
It's having perfect vision, but your eyes are blurred from tears.
It's having a straight 'A' brain, only for it to tell you how much of an 'F' up you are.
It's your throat that once sang and told beautiful stories, now screaming into a pillow.
Being heartbroken is realizing he's gone and there is nothing you can do about it.
It's having legs that are capable of walking, but would rather lay in bed all day.
It's having perfect vision, but your eyes are blurred from tears.
It's having a straight 'A' brain, only for it to tell you how much of an 'F' up you are.
It's your throat that once sang and told beautiful stories, now screaming into a pillow.
Being heartbroken is realizing he's gone and there is nothing you can do about it.
#love
#faith
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2017 1:44am
7th Nov 2017 1:44am
Cancer
The way I love you is Cancer.
And not in the romantic way, but in the deadly way. The way one single cell multiplies and corrupts it's neighboring cells. The way you seem to stay even when the doctors cut you out. It's scary how even when I think I'm cured, all it takes is a single thought and I'm falling in love all over again. I keep going back to that one single cell. I'm not saying your love is bad, but one thing is for sure, it isn't healthy to love something that I know will never love me back.
And not in the romantic way, but in the deadly way. The way one single cell multiplies and corrupts it's neighboring cells. The way you seem to stay even when the doctors cut you out. It's scary how even when I think I'm cured, all it takes is a single thought and I'm falling in love all over again. I keep going back to that one single cell. I'm not saying your love is bad, but one thing is for sure, it isn't healthy to love something that I know will never love me back.
#love
#cancer
#heartbroken
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Sep 2017 1:49pm
27th Sep 2017 1:49pm
WORTHLESS
Due to the venomous words being spewed at each other, I lay awake listening in on the horrendous things being said.
“No one does anything to help me around this house!” “that’s not true Michelle, and you know it!” my step mother and father argue to each other.
“And don’t get me started on that blonde headed brat!” my stomach clenches “don’t you dare bring her into this!” relief overwhelms me. He actually defended me. “why not?! She doesn’t do anything anyway!” my heart drops to my toes. I can feel the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach grow. Fresh droplets fall down my...
“No one does anything to help me around this house!” “that’s not true Michelle, and you know it!” my step mother and father argue to each other.
“And don’t get me started on that blonde headed brat!” my stomach clenches “don’t you dare bring her into this!” relief overwhelms me. He actually defended me. “why not?! She doesn’t do anything anyway!” my heart drops to my toes. I can feel the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach grow. Fresh droplets fall down my...
#sadness
#regret
#disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 1:43am
22nd Sep 2017 1:43am
SELFISH
Thoughts aimlessly swarm inside my head.
Memories
Your hand in mine, then the hopeless and heartbroken screams muffled by my pillow.
Your piggyback rides soon flip to the memory of me cursing the universe.
Your hugs were so warm and vibrant.
Now I am so numb.
Why was I so selfish?! All I wanted was you and I never came to the realization that maybe I wasn't all that you wanted.
It was too late.
Too late to start over as anything more than friends.
Too late to be anything more than what I am to you now.
A memory.
And we all know what...
Memories
Your hand in mine, then the hopeless and heartbroken screams muffled by my pillow.
Your piggyback rides soon flip to the memory of me cursing the universe.
Your hugs were so warm and vibrant.
Now I am so numb.
Why was I so selfish?! All I wanted was you and I never came to the realization that maybe I wasn't all that you wanted.
It was too late.
Too late to start over as anything more than friends.
Too late to be anything more than what I am to you now.
A memory.
And we all know what...
#confessional
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Sep 2017 6:39pm
10th Sep 2017 6:39pm
Priorities
This kind of pain is like having your heart tied in knots
and the blood only giving life to the butterflies in your stomach.
It's like waking up hoping the dream you just had was a reality.
Only to have reality weigh you down like chains on the ankles of a dove.
I wrapped myself in chains with the locks secure and I gave you the key.
But instead of unlocking me,
you walked away and said
"meh. I'll do it tomorrow".
and the blood only giving life to the butterflies in your stomach.
It's like waking up hoping the dream you just had was a reality.
Only to have reality weigh you down like chains on the ankles of a dove.
I wrapped myself in chains with the locks secure and I gave you the key.
But instead of unlocking me,
you walked away and said
"meh. I'll do it tomorrow".
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 7:21pm
9th Sep 2017 7:21pm
Inhale/Exhale
Inhaling the chill of the night,
My pace quickens.
I soon realize where I am.
Time stops.
Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.
My heart slows.
I notice the sound of a train in the distance.
Time resumes.
Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.
My thoughts race.
I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.
But time stops again.
Exhaling the memories of you leaving,
My heart drops lower than my self esteem.
I feel my stomach clench from disappointment and hunger.
Time resumes...
My pace quickens.
I soon realize where I am.
Time stops.
Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.
My heart slows.
I notice the sound of a train in the distance.
Time resumes.
Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.
My thoughts race.
I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.
But time stops again.
Exhaling the memories of you leaving,
My heart drops lower than my self esteem.
I feel my stomach clench from disappointment and hunger.
Time resumes...
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 3:47am
9th Sep 2017 3:47am
50 Shades of Red
Red roses thrown into ember fires
Green thorns twist into bloodthirsty briars
With my heart ripped from my chest,
blood now mixes with the colors of my regrets.
I remember something someone once said
the colors of love ends in 50 shades of red.
Screaming gets louder, faces turn dark shades of pink
It's now become a bloodbath of words and i'm sure to sink
Why fill yourself with this envious shade of green?
How dare you not see the crimson color of my no longer beating heart?
I cannot get this thought out of my head,
but the colors...
Green thorns twist into bloodthirsty briars
With my heart ripped from my chest,
blood now mixes with the colors of my regrets.
I remember something someone once said
the colors of love ends in 50 shades of red.
Screaming gets louder, faces turn dark shades of pink
It's now become a bloodbath of words and i'm sure to sink
Why fill yourself with this envious shade of green?
How dare you not see the crimson color of my no longer beating heart?
I cannot get this thought out of my head,
but the colors...
#regret
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