Submissions by J_Quest
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2016 00:32am
17th Mar 2016 00:32am
How?
How do they write?
How do they put pen to paper,
Fingers to keys,
And write in a constant river.
Not a faltering trickle of words
Typed out with too much thought,
Too many expectations,
And so much pressure that they should turn into diamonds.
Time ticks away.
An hour per word,
This poem has taken days
Yet before I could pick them from an bountiful tree.
But the tree is barren,
And where is my inspirational water
To bring it back to life?
How do they put pen to paper,
Fingers to keys,
And write in a constant river.
Not a faltering trickle of words
Typed out with too much thought,
Too many expectations,
And so much pressure that they should turn into diamonds.
Time ticks away.
An hour per word,
This poem has taken days
Yet before I could pick them from an bountiful tree.
But the tree is barren,
And where is my inspirational water
To bring it back to life?
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 8:31pm
15th Mar 2016 8:31pm
Watermelon Lollipops
Do you remember when we first met?
You gave me a watermelon lollipop
And a smile that remained etched into my memory
For years to come.
You held my hand on the way home,
And kissed me sweetly on the porch
Under the porch light's watching eye
(We both ignored the giggles from inside).
On Valentines Day the sky was weeping,
And you lent me your bright pink rain coat.
We arrived at yours soaked to the bone
And laughing at a sodden cat
And dripping clothes.
Do you remember the bells chiming
As we walked down the aisle?
(Unlike the...
You gave me a watermelon lollipop
And a smile that remained etched into my memory
For years to come.
You held my hand on the way home,
And kissed me sweetly on the porch
Under the porch light's watching eye
(We both ignored the giggles from inside).
On Valentines Day the sky was weeping,
And you lent me your bright pink rain coat.
We arrived at yours soaked to the bone
And laughing at a sodden cat
And dripping clothes.
Do you remember the bells chiming
As we walked down the aisle?
(Unlike the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 7:35pm
15th Mar 2016 7:35pm
There is a girl
There is a girl
With eyes as dark as she believes her soul to be.
There is a girl
Who's hair has been more colors
Than the sky as the sun sets beneath the edge of the world.
There is a girl
Who's laugh makes me laugh,
Who's smile makes me smile,
And who's happiness makes me happy.
There is a girl
Who I love,
Who I have loved for almost as long as I have known her.
I have loved her for so long
It's nearly impossible to tell
What it was like before.
There is a girl
Who may or may not know how I feel.
There is a girl
Who...
With eyes as dark as she believes her soul to be.
There is a girl
Who's hair has been more colors
Than the sky as the sun sets beneath the edge of the world.
There is a girl
Who's laugh makes me laugh,
Who's smile makes me smile,
And who's happiness makes me happy.
There is a girl
Who I love,
Who I have loved for almost as long as I have known her.
I have loved her for so long
It's nearly impossible to tell
What it was like before.
There is a girl
Who may or may not know how I feel.
There is a girl
Who...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jan 2016 11:50am
20th Jan 2016 11:50am
Breaking
You break pieces off my body
To repair yourself.
You use my blood to glue your heart together
And leave mine shattered.
You break my limbs
My heart
My mind
And I've broken myself to fix you
Even though it's not worth it.
Because at the end you'll be happy.
You'll be in the sunlight
Whole and healthy,
While I'll waste away
In your old shadows.
To repair yourself.
You use my blood to glue your heart together
And leave mine shattered.
You break my limbs
My heart
My mind
And I've broken myself to fix you
Even though it's not worth it.
Because at the end you'll be happy.
You'll be in the sunlight
Whole and healthy,
While I'll waste away
In your old shadows.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 6:45am
12th Jan 2016 6:45am
Falling
I don't understand
How people tolerate me.
I push them away,
Rip the vines out from under my feet,
And delude myself
That's its not my fault,
That I'm falling.
How people tolerate me.
I push them away,
Rip the vines out from under my feet,
And delude myself
That's its not my fault,
That I'm falling.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 12:41pm
18th Nov 2015 12:41pm
Flawed
I am flawed yet 'beautiful',
And convince myself there's nothing wrong with me.
I sit on a throne of procrastination,
Lies,
Hypocrisy,
And anger at a world that is slowly killing itself
With hate and ignorance.
I write stories that I say are awful,
But I carefully store away all compliments
In a glass jar
And preen under the attention.
I am flawed and pretend I am not,
So I can think I'm 'better' than those who are
Yet I know I'm worse.
I discuss the disease
But do nothing to stop it's spread.
I AM the disease but I feign...
And convince myself there's nothing wrong with me.
I sit on a throne of procrastination,
Lies,
Hypocrisy,
And anger at a world that is slowly killing itself
With hate and ignorance.
I write stories that I say are awful,
But I carefully store away all compliments
In a glass jar
And preen under the attention.
I am flawed and pretend I am not,
So I can think I'm 'better' than those who are
Yet I know I'm worse.
I discuss the disease
But do nothing to stop it's spread.
I AM the disease but I feign...
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 5:42am
18th Nov 2015 5:42am
Loud
My brother is screaming,
Laughing,
Tortured under my mother's fingers.
She is laughing too,
Easily counteracting his foolish attempts
At escaping the 'tickle monster'.
My cat is meowing.
He's deafening,
Shouting for his food
But it's only 4:30 so he'll have to wait an eternity.
The window is open,
And the sound of trucks
Thundering past on their rubber and iron wheels
Is a constant background noise,
Sometimes broken by an especially loud car
With an ambitious driver
Racing past to impress people he doesn't know.
...
Laughing,
Tortured under my mother's fingers.
She is laughing too,
Easily counteracting his foolish attempts
At escaping the 'tickle monster'.
My cat is meowing.
He's deafening,
Shouting for his food
But it's only 4:30 so he'll have to wait an eternity.
The window is open,
And the sound of trucks
Thundering past on their rubber and iron wheels
Is a constant background noise,
Sometimes broken by an especially loud car
With an ambitious driver
Racing past to impress people he doesn't know.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 3:13am
18th Nov 2015 3:13am
First World
I am first world poor.
When the power is cut, I can play games
On my tablet,
And my mum can do the same on the laptop.
She can call the power company
On one of our four phones,
While in the freezer a single bag
Of frozen peas
Slowly melts.
When the power is cut, I can play games
On my tablet,
And my mum can do the same on the laptop.
She can call the power company
On one of our four phones,
While in the freezer a single bag
Of frozen peas
Slowly melts.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 11:01am
15th Nov 2015 11:01am
As if
Do you think
that they'd miss you?
Do you think
that you'd never be replaced?
Do you think
that if you vanished,
if you faded away,
that they'd notice?
How high of an opinion
you have of yourself.
They wouldn't care.
Not really.
You think they love you?
Care about you?
As if.
that they'd miss you?
Do you think
that you'd never be replaced?
Do you think
that if you vanished,
if you faded away,
that they'd notice?
How high of an opinion
you have of yourself.
They wouldn't care.
Not really.
You think they love you?
Care about you?
As if.
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