Submissions by Kara_jean
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2016 6:25am
4th Mar 2016 6:25am
Ignorance is where it takes place not by God's face
Conceit is a blessing not a curse
She feels no regret as he lies stiff and dead
Misinterpreted by the righteous, as she kissed his forehead
Take rest
You will never see affection come out of my chest
I'm gone do not search for me
Regret of disconnected misery
I will soon be nothing but a myth, represented by history
She feels no regret as he lies stiff and dead
Misinterpreted by the righteous, as she kissed his forehead
Take rest
You will never see affection come out of my chest
I'm gone do not search for me
Regret of disconnected misery
I will soon be nothing but a myth, represented by history
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2016 6:20am
4th Mar 2016 6:20am
Naked
Assumably, I'm a dramatic emotional mess.
Tendencies, being a little needy.
Not so much in the normal reassured and held nonstop, until my eye balls pop way.
More so my partner needs to continuously gloat about me with a plethora of praises to hold my taste.
Ironically I'm not high maintenance.
I do have arrogant moments.
I've convinced myself it's self assurance.
I don't believe in secrets.
Secrets create subjection of vulnerability.
I am well pass the point of bluntness.
I make situations awkward daily.
I remade myself.
After years portraying...
Tendencies, being a little needy.
Not so much in the normal reassured and held nonstop, until my eye balls pop way.
More so my partner needs to continuously gloat about me with a plethora of praises to hold my taste.
Ironically I'm not high maintenance.
I do have arrogant moments.
I've convinced myself it's self assurance.
I don't believe in secrets.
Secrets create subjection of vulnerability.
I am well pass the point of bluntness.
I make situations awkward daily.
I remade myself.
After years portraying...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 8:10pm
3rd Mar 2016 8:10pm
Faith
Crying to god over stupid shit no one wants to here or care for
Fear that he may destroy me for the person I have become
Beliefs conflicting with what the Bible says
Why can't being christian have more simplicity?
Feeling as if this person I am might as well be wrong
God did you make a mistake while shaping me?
Feeling pretty lost in it all
Having many family members and friends,
yet none know the peculiar that reeks inside me
I do not know who god is any more
I want love and not scrutiny
Still trusting in a higher being,
but I can not belive...
Fear that he may destroy me for the person I have become
Beliefs conflicting with what the Bible says
Why can't being christian have more simplicity?
Feeling as if this person I am might as well be wrong
God did you make a mistake while shaping me?
Feeling pretty lost in it all
Having many family members and friends,
yet none know the peculiar that reeks inside me
I do not know who god is any more
I want love and not scrutiny
Still trusting in a higher being,
but I can not belive...
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 8:07pm
3rd Mar 2016 8:07pm
Disfigured
Holding the mirror as it cuts me,
young distorted beauty.
I here the lurking as you say,
"Hello It's me your guilty friend,
I've come uninvited moving in."
Slowly eating away my body until I disengrate.
Perhaps you may think you have the superiority over me,
Dismantling me taking away my abilities.
Sadly, you do not know the perseverance and damn stubborness fighting in me.
Good bye anorexia.
young distorted beauty.
I here the lurking as you say,
"Hello It's me your guilty friend,
I've come uninvited moving in."
Slowly eating away my body until I disengrate.
Perhaps you may think you have the superiority over me,
Dismantling me taking away my abilities.
Sadly, you do not know the perseverance and damn stubborness fighting in me.
Good bye anorexia.
#mirror
#EatingDisorder
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 9:04am
3rd Mar 2016 9:04am
Her
She's the women
You imagined
Stepford wife
She sit's with Hands clasped tightly
Courtney Loves drunken sister
Resonates within
Her wilted box keeps disintegrating
Her barricades
Useless
Soaking filth from the ground
She would cry
Tears dry
Salt is only producing
She's a mist uncontrolled
Wild growing daisy
Sitting in a ticky tack
Garden
She sees freedom
Fake
Placed in the deserts hot sun
Thirsty
Last drink
Now haunts
Suited up in her dress
She carries on
Fragmented
Dissapointing...
You imagined
Stepford wife
She sit's with Hands clasped tightly
Courtney Loves drunken sister
Resonates within
Her wilted box keeps disintegrating
Her barricades
Useless
Soaking filth from the ground
She would cry
Tears dry
Salt is only producing
She's a mist uncontrolled
Wild growing daisy
Sitting in a ticky tack
Garden
She sees freedom
Fake
Placed in the deserts hot sun
Thirsty
Last drink
Now haunts
Suited up in her dress
She carries on
Fragmented
Dissapointing...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 8:59am
3rd Mar 2016 8:59am
My soul she weeps
Bodacious
Her charm
Persuades away
Limbs moving
Legs take control
Her little body
Her hamster wheel
The battle
Continuous
Soul she begs
I need more interaction
Distorted satisfaction
Ego pushes her into a bird cage
Your point of view is residue
Soul's flesh spins
Feisty
Her fight builds animosity
Death knocks in vain
We will loose the fight
Let me ignite
No more indignity
Combine, soul and ego
No one will stop our possibilities
Her charm
Persuades away
Limbs moving
Legs take control
Her little body
Her hamster wheel
The battle
Continuous
Soul she begs
I need more interaction
Distorted satisfaction
Ego pushes her into a bird cage
Your point of view is residue
Soul's flesh spins
Feisty
Her fight builds animosity
Death knocks in vain
We will loose the fight
Let me ignite
No more indignity
Combine, soul and ego
No one will stop our possibilities
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 9:29pm
2nd Mar 2016 9:29pm
I love me
Cocky, yes my dear.
It's worth it in the end.
As the black widow would say right before eating her prey.
I can't do the human thing,
bull shitting about stupid things that make us supposedly happy,
What does that even mean?
I hate subtle hints and whispering.
When people hit on me I find it annoying,
it's the biggest turnoff.
say you want to fuck me already and get it over with.
I'm a little bit selfish and possibly scary crazy.
That's ok I love me.
It's worth it in the end.
As the black widow would say right before eating her prey.
I can't do the human thing,
bull shitting about stupid things that make us supposedly happy,
What does that even mean?
I hate subtle hints and whispering.
When people hit on me I find it annoying,
it's the biggest turnoff.
say you want to fuck me already and get it over with.
I'm a little bit selfish and possibly scary crazy.
That's ok I love me.
629 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 9:26pm
2nd Mar 2016 9:26pm
The thick smell of reminiscing
Tightly forcing her body against the clay
Scraping her tarnished skin, on its unforgiving stones
Determined
Unhinged, narrow thought became disturbed
Intention, soaking soils energy
Becoming one with nature
Persuit, rapid decaying
No trail of life
Evidence faded
Secluded mountain peak
30 miles in, her only goal accomplished
Her pocket knife she holds over head
Pretending to cut the fluffy clouds in half
One fast Stab
She lays in her vanishing grave
Scraping her tarnished skin, on its unforgiving stones
Determined
Unhinged, narrow thought became disturbed
Intention, soaking soils energy
Becoming one with nature
Persuit, rapid decaying
No trail of life
Evidence faded
Secluded mountain peak
30 miles in, her only goal accomplished
Her pocket knife she holds over head
Pretending to cut the fluffy clouds in half
One fast Stab
She lays in her vanishing grave
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 9:12am
2nd Mar 2016 9:12am
The whiskey kisses me your still breathing
The whiskey kisses me
You're still breathing
drenching my humanity
Down my body
Consumed by my iniquities
Shovel in my hand
I feel the intense bleeding
Laying on the gritted grave, dirty
Screeching Lord have mercy
If your tuning into myself implemented suffering
Relinquish me of the sinning, gnawing my insides clean
Engulfing my ever being
Who is now in authority?
If my family new, disowned would be my destiny
Yet the world covets my eccentric needs
Mommy,
Please forgive me
Your choices I was never seeking
You're still breathing
drenching my humanity
Down my body
Consumed by my iniquities
Shovel in my hand
I feel the intense bleeding
Laying on the gritted grave, dirty
Screeching Lord have mercy
If your tuning into myself implemented suffering
Relinquish me of the sinning, gnawing my insides clean
Engulfing my ever being
Who is now in authority?
If my family new, disowned would be my destiny
Yet the world covets my eccentric needs
Mommy,
Please forgive me
Your choices I was never seeking
#anxiety
#dark
644 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 9:08am
2nd Mar 2016 9:08am
Cravings come and go
I disengrate your light
Knocking on my door
Questions, thrust
You want answering
Pronounced, undoubted
Tormented, lust
Knocking on my door
Questions, thrust
You want answering
Pronounced, undoubted
Tormented, lust
#lust
#erotic
667 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 1:00am
2nd Mar 2016 1:00am
The girl killed into women
The soft air rushes around her figure
Her insides boiling
The steam rises into orange pink burnt sky
The love they held for her, was pigmented control
I have no time to raise you
Their voices tremble
My life is full
You came when my soul was old
Now this is your consequences for being born
Singular driven
Needed to harden
Into the world on her own
No one there to support
Men they came and took away
The closet, it's warm arms she slept
The only one not judging
Now she stabs herself
There is no pain
Her heart is...
Her insides boiling
The steam rises into orange pink burnt sky
The love they held for her, was pigmented control
I have no time to raise you
Their voices tremble
My life is full
You came when my soul was old
Now this is your consequences for being born
Singular driven
Needed to harden
Into the world on her own
No one there to support
Men they came and took away
The closet, it's warm arms she slept
The only one not judging
Now she stabs herself
There is no pain
Her heart is...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 00:48am
2nd Mar 2016 00:48am
You'd be lying denying beauty in her chaos
"I fucked less", she said grabbing her lacey dress.
Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey.
Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores.
Sex addict, she ignores.
No one sees the double life she hides so well.
Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification.
Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed.
Possibly disfunctional programming involved.
She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays.
Love is where her happiness is.
Sex is where her gut resides.
Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey.
Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores.
Sex addict, she ignores.
No one sees the double life she hides so well.
Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification.
Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed.
Possibly disfunctional programming involved.
She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays.
Love is where her happiness is.
Sex is where her gut resides.
#lust
#sex
943 reads
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