Submissions by Kara_jean
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2020 11:12pm
5th Jan 2020 11:12pm
Golden
Victim of circumstances
The past, she glances
A mirror of nightmares she can't take
The edges are unstable
Standing on a table, mangled
A bladed cycle never claimed
Her feral heart breaks
Her soul lays in a ash tray
God has no shame
She reconciles
A chance for denial
Her fire is fame
Wiping her vain tears,
announcing her fears with a smile
The past, she glances
A mirror of nightmares she can't take
The edges are unstable
Standing on a table, mangled
A bladed cycle never claimed
Her feral heart breaks
Her soul lays in a ash tray
God has no shame
She reconciles
A chance for denial
Her fire is fame
Wiping her vain tears,
announcing her fears with a smile
#strength
#dark
#misunderstood #despair
#misunderstood #despair
518 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jan 2020 1:15am
4th Jan 2020 1:15am
Two in the morning
My soul was hanging on his wine glass
He smirked as he grabbed my ass
One night of secret and lies between my thighs
I smiled as I looked into his eyes
Betrayal was my guide
My heart cried
He held my chin and whispered, "let's do it again"
My self doubt was in
He smirked as he grabbed my ass
One night of secret and lies between my thighs
I smiled as I looked into his eyes
Betrayal was my guide
My heart cried
He held my chin and whispered, "let's do it again"
My self doubt was in
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
#temptation
#passion
561 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2020 1:11am
4th Jan 2020 1:11am
Heels and Coffee
Chaos
Unaware blank stares
A smile while crying
A whirlwind of great
The broken taste
Her mascara holds in the shame
Her tempterment seems tamed
One more claim as she feeds the beast
She puts on her pink and mom Jean's
"Good morning, here's breakfast and tea"
Love of the mundane
The wild nature is plain
Unaware blank stares
A smile while crying
A whirlwind of great
The broken taste
Her mascara holds in the shame
Her tempterment seems tamed
One more claim as she feeds the beast
She puts on her pink and mom Jean's
"Good morning, here's breakfast and tea"
Love of the mundane
The wild nature is plain
#regret
#dark
#vanity
#greed
#denial
364 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2018 8:16pm
26th May 2018 8:16pm
Confessed
Born indebted
Pretty and inconspicuous,
bullheaded woman
"Be petite"
"Be sweet"
Mormonism imbedded
Background created, disfigured with no accountability
They proclaim, "we have humility"
Here she comes, the one who is done
A demon who has just begun
A fallen angel with its halo still hung
Not a threat, only desolate
Pink dress is a signature for a distinguished mess
A force of reconstruction
A taste of death
Nothing else left
The master of her hell
She will...
Pretty and inconspicuous,
bullheaded woman
"Be petite"
"Be sweet"
Mormonism imbedded
Background created, disfigured with no accountability
They proclaim, "we have humility"
Here she comes, the one who is done
A demon who has just begun
A fallen angel with its halo still hung
Not a threat, only desolate
Pink dress is a signature for a distinguished mess
A force of reconstruction
A taste of death
Nothing else left
The master of her hell
She will...
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
513 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th May 2018 11:46pm
25th May 2018 11:46pm
Melted Pink
I'm melted pink
Perfect, when that's all you see
My wine is divine
It makes my heart climb
You notice me
I have nothing
I drained it long ago, so please talk to the ego
He rules me
Thinking is now his duty
I am the dummy held up by strings
There are no apologies when it comes to being a broken queen
Once more I say please,
don't bother me
I'm destroying
Perfect, when that's all you see
My wine is divine
It makes my heart climb
You notice me
I have nothing
I drained it long ago, so please talk to the ego
He rules me
Thinking is now his duty
I am the dummy held up by strings
There are no apologies when it comes to being a broken queen
Once more I say please,
don't bother me
I'm destroying
#anger
#frustration
563 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2018 11:33pm
25th May 2018 11:33pm
I brought fine wine
I died
You shoved my head down and I won't fight
You needed my heighth
I needed your plenty,
we sit still empty
A world of more, although we feel poor
We hit that Whammy
Thank God the devil is cunning
No possession just an impression
I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way"
Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye
Cheers to my fright
I am always prepared for that last bite
You shoved my head down and I won't fight
You needed my heighth
I needed your plenty,
we sit still empty
A world of more, although we feel poor
We hit that Whammy
Thank God the devil is cunning
No possession just an impression
I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way"
Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye
Cheers to my fright
I am always prepared for that last bite
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
453 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Dec 2016 4:32pm
13th Dec 2016 4:32pm
He has nice eyebrows
What the fuck am I doing with my life
There is no gain
Would you like a large fry with that pain
Thanks, come again
She seems miserable and glowing
Contoured on smile
Forcing her to be happy
Counter tops seem befitting tonight
God, I lost my light
Life seems to strip you naked
Bare and thin, it's always in
Lust will suck you dry
Leaving you asking why
She sweats smudged transgressions
He pushes deeper in
His sexual tension draws her sin
She never was meant to win
There is no gain
Would you like a large fry with that pain
Thanks, come again
She seems miserable and glowing
Contoured on smile
Forcing her to be happy
Counter tops seem befitting tonight
God, I lost my light
Life seems to strip you naked
Bare and thin, it's always in
Lust will suck you dry
Leaving you asking why
She sweats smudged transgressions
He pushes deeper in
His sexual tension draws her sin
She never was meant to win
632 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2016 7:19pm
11th Dec 2016 7:19pm
26
Twenty-six
What a damn mess
Kisses hugs with grubby little hands
Manners and crayons
No sleep and working
Trying to follow the chase for something we all crave
Hypocritically misbehaving
The money seems disgusting
Yet makes others smile while holding it tightly
We breed we try to succeed
What does it all mean
Beats me
I'm only twenty-six
I know nothing
Paper and pen scrape up my hand
Bruises hidden and blended in
No words of admiration or advice
Just listen to the lost and pretend to be found
Isn't that what...
What a damn mess
Kisses hugs with grubby little hands
Manners and crayons
No sleep and working
Trying to follow the chase for something we all crave
Hypocritically misbehaving
The money seems disgusting
Yet makes others smile while holding it tightly
We breed we try to succeed
What does it all mean
Beats me
I'm only twenty-six
I know nothing
Paper and pen scrape up my hand
Bruises hidden and blended in
No words of admiration or advice
Just listen to the lost and pretend to be found
Isn't that what...
579 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 3:47am
13th Nov 2016 3:47am
A thank you card
We live to eat, love, clean and work so one day we can die
A busy life style is where we strive
The spider runs from the broom only to see me, a human being
He stared at me waiting for fate
He knew I was meant to destroy his dark little body
Still and calmness as he waited
I sat next to him
My hand wouldn’t cooperate
He is nothing but beauty in a world that only sees his ugly
A voice told me, “He helps. It is your obligation to repay his generosity.”
My eyes welled up with humility
I felt a part of his unimportant soul was me
I...
A busy life style is where we strive
The spider runs from the broom only to see me, a human being
He stared at me waiting for fate
He knew I was meant to destroy his dark little body
Still and calmness as he waited
I sat next to him
My hand wouldn’t cooperate
He is nothing but beauty in a world that only sees his ugly
A voice told me, “He helps. It is your obligation to repay his generosity.”
My eyes welled up with humility
I felt a part of his unimportant soul was me
I...
601 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 3:43am
13th Nov 2016 3:43am
Chewing gum
Bitterness seems to be the ego of my tongues taste buds
The story of life never really begun
The future is torn by what we have become
I still stand proudly holding congratulation balloons and chewing gum
I pop the bubble as I hum a song
Not noticing the buzzard telling me to move on
The ghost seems to place himself next to my feet
whispering with every step he sees
Trying to show me my deceit
Although I walk careless or maybe hopelessly
Encouraging myself the future is still bright
When in reality it is only fake highlights
Held together...
The story of life never really begun
The future is torn by what we have become
I still stand proudly holding congratulation balloons and chewing gum
I pop the bubble as I hum a song
Not noticing the buzzard telling me to move on
The ghost seems to place himself next to my feet
whispering with every step he sees
Trying to show me my deceit
Although I walk careless or maybe hopelessly
Encouraging myself the future is still bright
When in reality it is only fake highlights
Held together...
692 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2016 6:25am
1st Oct 2016 6:25am
A will
She ripped off the layers and gave into fate
An action some say is brave
Others believe it to be immature, an early grave
She closes her eyes and with one breath lets go of the hate
Feet bruised and blistering, they will take her to a new place
A destination untold
Connected to heart and soul
She will make it on her own
An action some say is brave
Others believe it to be immature, an early grave
She closes her eyes and with one breath lets go of the hate
Feet bruised and blistering, they will take her to a new place
A destination untold
Connected to heart and soul
She will make it on her own
550 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2016 5:53am
29th Sep 2016 5:53am
Desperate days
Clarity
My knees shattered from beneath me
The ones standing next to me seem to not notice or care to hear
With no ground under me I continue to run
Legs pound with no air to balance my breathing
Suffocating is the option presented
I might take it, if my knees won't ground me
God just let me go free
No guilt
No noise
Nothing holding me
Only life letting me taste its spirituality
My knees shattered from beneath me
The ones standing next to me seem to not notice or care to hear
With no ground under me I continue to run
Legs pound with no air to balance my breathing
Suffocating is the option presented
I might take it, if my knees won't ground me
God just let me go free
No guilt
No noise
Nothing holding me
Only life letting me taste its spirituality
603 reads
0 Comments
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