Submissions by JackyIdkk (J. Payan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Working towards bigger things
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2018 9:01pm
24th Feb 2018 9:01pm
Your Face
The moment I saw your face,
All the times I cried for wasted time;
All the times I felt my world crash;
All the times I yelled at my ache,
Suddenly all flew into a far away place.
All the times I cried for wasted time;
All the times I felt my world crash;
All the times I yelled at my ache,
Suddenly all flew into a far away place.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 3:21am
22nd Sep 2017 3:21am
The Love Story You've All Heard; Part 4
4. "You're Gone"
The lights leave your eyes, as you look at me with a sigh.
The warmth of your hands, cool down to the air of December. The cold stopped our fire, not leaving any embers.
Our love was hot like the summer heat but left as the sun left the earth for its time in the cold.
I'll remember your kisses, I'll remember your soul, I'll miss you.
The lights leave your eyes, as you look at me with a sigh.
The warmth of your hands, cool down to the air of December. The cold stopped our fire, not leaving any embers.
Our love was hot like the summer heat but left as the sun left the earth for its time in the cold.
I'll remember your kisses, I'll remember your soul, I'll miss you.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 3:07am
22nd Sep 2017 3:07am
The Love Story You've All Heard; Part 3
3. "The Bottle"
I threw it all away incased in an empty bottle, in the deepest part of my mind, never to be touched but it's all come back, unrefined.
I was high on love, dancing with the wind but the doubts are now seeping in.
They're intoxicating my pure thoughts; invading and infecting.
I can't stop the thoughts, they're spreading and affecting.
It must've been the way you looked at her or how when she walked in, it made you stir.
I threw it away incased in a bottle, that warms my veins, that makes me speak in tongues.
The bottle...
I threw it all away incased in an empty bottle, in the deepest part of my mind, never to be touched but it's all come back, unrefined.
I was high on love, dancing with the wind but the doubts are now seeping in.
They're intoxicating my pure thoughts; invading and infecting.
I can't stop the thoughts, they're spreading and affecting.
It must've been the way you looked at her or how when she walked in, it made you stir.
I threw it away incased in a bottle, that warms my veins, that makes me speak in tongues.
The bottle...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 1:48am
25th Aug 2017 1:48am
The Love Story You've All Heard; Part 2
2. "Together We Lay"
My shirt on your floor, the moonlight thrown out the door.
You kiss my lips, the fervor at your fingertips.
The sheets have no form, this is my home.
Eyes shut in a dream, the sun cuts with its' beam.
My shirt lays next to yours, my heart aches for more.
My shirt on your floor, the moonlight thrown out the door.
You kiss my lips, the fervor at your fingertips.
The sheets have no form, this is my home.
Eyes shut in a dream, the sun cuts with its' beam.
My shirt lays next to yours, my heart aches for more.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2017 2:08am
18th Aug 2017 2:08am
The Love Story You've All Heard; Part 1
1. "After the First Kiss"
Her heart beat quickens as the blood flows to color her cheeks.
The air is so cold but he feels so warm.
She forgets that she's standing because she feels like she flying.
He pulls away leaving her a blossoming smile on her red face.
At night, her smile fades and she's laying in bed staring at her blank ceiling wondering why her lips are hungry and why she's feeling cold and why her thoughts are infested of him.
She wonders why her heart feels like it's been set on fire and why it feels like...
Her heart beat quickens as the blood flows to color her cheeks.
The air is so cold but he feels so warm.
She forgets that she's standing because she feels like she flying.
He pulls away leaving her a blossoming smile on her red face.
At night, her smile fades and she's laying in bed staring at her blank ceiling wondering why her lips are hungry and why she's feeling cold and why her thoughts are infested of him.
She wonders why her heart feels like it's been set on fire and why it feels like...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 8:54pm
10th Aug 2017 8:54pm
The Tank
Imagine this:
A big tank full of fish like those big ones you see at the dentist. (Also why do dentist have fish tanks in the waiting room? Like in Finding Nemo too.)
A nice clear tank with different kinds of fish. That's my brain, most of the time. Clear and full of ideas and thoughts and feelings and everything(the fishes).
But then on the days I feel the sadness come, it isn't super clear anymore. The tank is getting dirty. The fish aren't so friendly with each other anymore. Sometimes they even eat one another. Then without warning a black tint seeps into the...
A big tank full of fish like those big ones you see at the dentist. (Also why do dentist have fish tanks in the waiting room? Like in Finding Nemo too.)
A nice clear tank with different kinds of fish. That's my brain, most of the time. Clear and full of ideas and thoughts and feelings and everything(the fishes).
But then on the days I feel the sadness come, it isn't super clear anymore. The tank is getting dirty. The fish aren't so friendly with each other anymore. Sometimes they even eat one another. Then without warning a black tint seeps into the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2017 2:18am
25th Apr 2017 2:18am
I feel the Butterflies
I am walking in this earth,
With millions of butterflies gathering around the flowers
You've planted with your sugar coated lips,
Onto my aching skin.
With millions of butterflies gathering around the flowers
You've planted with your sugar coated lips,
Onto my aching skin.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 5:42pm
15th Jan 2017 5:42pm
His favorite Flower
He likes to cut roses from the most beautiful gardens.
He loves the smell of roses.
He likes to smile at them as they seep from the cut but he promises to care for them.
He likes to put them in a vase full of fresh water by the window where the sunlight shines through onto the his bedroom walls.
But then he closes the curtains so no sun ever touches the rose again.
And he lets the water sit for weeks until it goes bad.
He likes to watch the flower die.
He likes to see as the days go by and the rose can't stand on it own anymore.
He likes to see...
He loves the smell of roses.
He likes to smile at them as they seep from the cut but he promises to care for them.
He likes to put them in a vase full of fresh water by the window where the sunlight shines through onto the his bedroom walls.
But then he closes the curtains so no sun ever touches the rose again.
And he lets the water sit for weeks until it goes bad.
He likes to watch the flower die.
He likes to see as the days go by and the rose can't stand on it own anymore.
He likes to see...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 9:40pm
12th Apr 2016 9:40pm
Maybe one day
And sometimes I miss you
But I got my new man sitting next to me
And I tell him "I love you" at all the right moments
But still I see you in my head questioning the the color of the sky
And he too brings me roses
But instead he tells me not to get sad when they die.
And he holds my hand tight while he drives me home
But never once pushes me away when he's feeling light
And he looks at me with so much feeling, with so much care
But now I'm scared that the months will fly, only to find out again, another lie.
And maybe one...
But I got my new man sitting next to me
And I tell him "I love you" at all the right moments
But still I see you in my head questioning the the color of the sky
And he too brings me roses
But instead he tells me not to get sad when they die.
And he holds my hand tight while he drives me home
But never once pushes me away when he's feeling light
And he looks at me with so much feeling, with so much care
But now I'm scared that the months will fly, only to find out again, another lie.
And maybe one...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2016 7:12pm
5th Jan 2016 7:12pm
On a Rainy Day
It's raining hard and the wind is blowing my wet hair everywhere.
It's cold and I shiver a bit but I am warm.
The warmth is coming from inside my heart and radiating out and touching other people's faces.
The people look at me behind the pouring rain, from under their umbrellas and smile.
You kiss my cold forehead and smile too.
You give me warmth.
It's cold and I shiver a bit but I am warm.
The warmth is coming from inside my heart and radiating out and touching other people's faces.
The people look at me behind the pouring rain, from under their umbrellas and smile.
You kiss my cold forehead and smile too.
You give me warmth.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 8:20am
26th Dec 2015 8:20am
She is and was the Storm
Sudden, fearless and aggressive, she was thrown in your life like a storm. You saw the clouds heading towards you but it wasn't until you were drowning in her aura that you realized there was no stopping her storm nor the desires that she sent through your body, shocking you like lighting.
In the midst of the storm, she was a still silence.
She was enclosed inside metal walls. And for the longest time, you stood outside it as you looked for any possible point of vulnerability to penetrate, just to know what goes on behind her sly smiles. You needed her.
...
In the midst of the storm, she was a still silence.
She was enclosed inside metal walls. And for the longest time, you stood outside it as you looked for any possible point of vulnerability to penetrate, just to know what goes on behind her sly smiles. You needed her.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2015 7:46pm
5th Dec 2015 7:46pm
Cigarretes
I keep on thinking about the last time I lit up a cigarette with you,
The way I carefully held it between my lips as if it was a secret I was waiting to tell,
The way it looked between my hands that have lost innocence a long time ago,
It's taste that clung on my tongue for the rest of that day,
The feeling of inhaling the smoke and having it burn down my throat and watching the smoke go as I exhaled in the air.
And here I am lighting one up without you.
I am not supposed to do it.
I swore I wouldn't get addicted
But the memories have...
The way I carefully held it between my lips as if it was a secret I was waiting to tell,
The way it looked between my hands that have lost innocence a long time ago,
It's taste that clung on my tongue for the rest of that day,
The feeling of inhaling the smoke and having it burn down my throat and watching the smoke go as I exhaled in the air.
And here I am lighting one up without you.
I am not supposed to do it.
I swore I wouldn't get addicted
But the memories have...
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