Submissions by Kara_jean
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2016 11:28pm
12th May 2016 11:28pm
Combining
My configuration is accelerating
Off balance with the earth's core
Dissatisfied, I try to be still
My form is hyper and energetic
Loud and obnoxious
Mistaken and exaggerated for being cruel
I only seek to harness similarities
To stand grandly, instead I appear egotistical with low self-esteem
Contradicting, no way to make sense
This is a normal place
Disconnected, I try to behave
Social skill are at low percentage
Sitting, I embrace the heckling
one hand on heart and the other on mind,
In hopes to intertwine
Take control,...
Off balance with the earth's core
Dissatisfied, I try to be still
My form is hyper and energetic
Loud and obnoxious
Mistaken and exaggerated for being cruel
I only seek to harness similarities
To stand grandly, instead I appear egotistical with low self-esteem
Contradicting, no way to make sense
This is a normal place
Disconnected, I try to behave
Social skill are at low percentage
Sitting, I embrace the heckling
one hand on heart and the other on mind,
In hopes to intertwine
Take control,...
492 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2016 6:08am
12th May 2016 6:08am
Advice for the night
What is a mom's favorite thing to do
Hand her a bottle of wine and she'll tell you;
No one asking for help and uninterrupted sleep
Possibly,
A steaming
Hot bath
and...
Candle lit drinking
Hand her a bottle of wine and she'll tell you;
No one asking for help and uninterrupted sleep
Possibly,
A steaming
Hot bath
and...
Candle lit drinking
467 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2016 00:06am
12th May 2016 00:06am
I'm a role model
Party like a rock star
Pretend to be elegant and wear sundresses
Remember to smile and wave at the desperate housewives, I choose to offend
I'm inconsiderate
My charismatic side makes up for everything
So blow me a kiss and flirtatious wink
I will ignore the fact you have a plastic grin
I hate to say it, love you're not my friend
Hey, don't worry I will do this again
Contaminated, I hope to infect the ticky-tack world
Please don't vanquish my plot of sin
Don't forget to bring a bikini (optional) and gallon of whiskey
Pretend to be elegant and wear sundresses
Remember to smile and wave at the desperate housewives, I choose to offend
I'm inconsiderate
My charismatic side makes up for everything
So blow me a kiss and flirtatious wink
I will ignore the fact you have a plastic grin
I hate to say it, love you're not my friend
Hey, don't worry I will do this again
Contaminated, I hope to infect the ticky-tack world
Please don't vanquish my plot of sin
Don't forget to bring a bikini (optional) and gallon of whiskey
452 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2016 5:22pm
11th May 2016 5:22pm
Don't call me baby cakes
Don't call me your baby cakes
Don't tell me I look Great
Don't tell me that I'm the only one for you
When it's only semi straightforward,
like your pants since the day we met
Don't tell me my ass looks tight to get out of a fight
Don't tell me not to finish a whole box of a wine in one night
I feel the need to sit and binge watch parenthood and do the ugly cry
Don't trust me because I only partially trust you
Don't scream when I request blunt alibies
Don't suggest you're done with my bull shit
Baby cakes you're...
Don't tell me I look Great
Don't tell me that I'm the only one for you
When it's only semi straightforward,
like your pants since the day we met
Don't tell me my ass looks tight to get out of a fight
Don't tell me not to finish a whole box of a wine in one night
I feel the need to sit and binge watch parenthood and do the ugly cry
Don't trust me because I only partially trust you
Don't scream when I request blunt alibies
Don't suggest you're done with my bull shit
Baby cakes you're...
565 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2016 8:13am
10th May 2016 8:13am
Ego has nothing on me
The universe is against me
What do I do
Drink a glass of wine and let my tears shine
I'm one of kind
So they tell me
A jerk
I sit at home disguised
I need a box of Kleenex why I cry
Tonight, I dive into my deprived mind
I hope to find something worth my time
What do I do
Drink a glass of wine and let my tears shine
I'm one of kind
So they tell me
A jerk
I sit at home disguised
I need a box of Kleenex why I cry
Tonight, I dive into my deprived mind
I hope to find something worth my time
557 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2016 5:20am
10th May 2016 5:20am
No is not in my vocabulary
I agree, writing my eating soul is not enough
Metaphors I spill, only my head interprets
I should give up, but my soul won't say yes
Instead, I yell obscenities and keep writing
I won't cry if you choose to tell me the truth
Go ahead and scream fuck you Kara Jean
Metaphors I spill, only my head interprets
I should give up, but my soul won't say yes
Instead, I yell obscenities and keep writing
I won't cry if you choose to tell me the truth
Go ahead and scream fuck you Kara Jean
612 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2016 2:54am
9th May 2016 2:54am
You're not worth my pride
The urge to feel guilty taunts your being
Contradiction fabricated to be easy
Calm an effortless nothing but emptiness
Young doesn't come free
Excuse me, don't spill my drink
Confidence is a thin sliced arrogance
Let the bold quake
The pass is always a day late
Step into the florescent light
Here the rumbling crowded sky
A chant only stripped royalty earned
Fucking fantastic isn't learned
Contradiction fabricated to be easy
Calm an effortless nothing but emptiness
Young doesn't come free
Excuse me, don't spill my drink
Confidence is a thin sliced arrogance
Let the bold quake
The pass is always a day late
Step into the florescent light
Here the rumbling crowded sky
A chant only stripped royalty earned
Fucking fantastic isn't learned
484 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2016 10:06pm
6th May 2016 10:06pm
Her smile lit a fire
The devil sat upon his toasted grieving red throne
Gulping his tongue, the devil never stressed
She seduced his powerful taste
He knew she was a lost soul, out of control
She was a walking mess, who was taking her toll
He had no business taking a hit to his statured entitlement
He promised to distinguish her from the rest, implicating a battle every dawning blue sky
His threats do not scare her passion to fight
She's a rampage with braided hair and an innocent glare
Zip up your sweater vest, here comes Hells pest
Gulping his tongue, the devil never stressed
She seduced his powerful taste
He knew she was a lost soul, out of control
She was a walking mess, who was taking her toll
He had no business taking a hit to his statured entitlement
He promised to distinguish her from the rest, implicating a battle every dawning blue sky
His threats do not scare her passion to fight
She's a rampage with braided hair and an innocent glare
Zip up your sweater vest, here comes Hells pest
631 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2016 7:07am
6th May 2016 7:07am
He still craves her animosity
She was electric in hot pink heels
That's why he fucking hated her
Her tight black pencil skirt helped her to prevail
His ego a morsel in comparison to her priorities
Once a love now devoured
A misery deserved
He was a mistake in the making
Confidence she held to a high society
He was a risk never worth taking
Love is a disgust, as he held her hand in front of a judge
He a took a life time opportunity for granted
Her strong will had excelled planning
His ugly button up shirt and shiney shoes is all he has left ...
That's why he fucking hated her
Her tight black pencil skirt helped her to prevail
His ego a morsel in comparison to her priorities
Once a love now devoured
A misery deserved
He was a mistake in the making
Confidence she held to a high society
He was a risk never worth taking
Love is a disgust, as he held her hand in front of a judge
He a took a life time opportunity for granted
Her strong will had excelled planning
His ugly button up shirt and shiney shoes is all he has left ...
535 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2016 8:04pm
5th May 2016 8:04pm
Love is what they call it
A relationship in moments of breaking
Their joking words become truth
"At least the sex is always good"
Only small fibers hold to their fighting
Her hand a constant turning, now one with the door handle
Laying naked in the bed, no other words are heard
A constant misunderstanding
"At least the sex is always good"
He redesign her with out her knowing
Slowly tearing her voice away
She wants to believe in his changing
The door handle reminds her, he is not releasing
"At least the sex is always good"
He loves her dearly yet he...
Their joking words become truth
"At least the sex is always good"
Only small fibers hold to their fighting
Her hand a constant turning, now one with the door handle
Laying naked in the bed, no other words are heard
A constant misunderstanding
"At least the sex is always good"
He redesign her with out her knowing
Slowly tearing her voice away
She wants to believe in his changing
The door handle reminds her, he is not releasing
"At least the sex is always good"
He loves her dearly yet he...
549 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2016 7:35pm
5th May 2016 7:35pm
A breeze
The wind rumbles, persuading
The dry sand encrusted sky shines
Redirecting with force the human path
The empowered rage as trash and tree branches pass by
The wind hears to no laws only the torn
A breath of a savage
Alluring destruction
I put my hands out wide, my clothes blowing high
My eyes concealed
The strong breeze shoves my hips and arms in different positions
An outcome is all I ask to reach
Listening to my request the wind has no remorsing
No conditioning, only thrusting
The dry sand encrusted sky shines
Redirecting with force the human path
The empowered rage as trash and tree branches pass by
The wind hears to no laws only the torn
A breath of a savage
Alluring destruction
I put my hands out wide, my clothes blowing high
My eyes concealed
The strong breeze shoves my hips and arms in different positions
An outcome is all I ask to reach
Listening to my request the wind has no remorsing
No conditioning, only thrusting
476 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2016 6:50pm
4th May 2016 6:50pm
Who should she be
Finding the boundaries that carry us away
The person we portray and the one we confine
Well mannered sexual deviant out of control
The urge to be perfect, held higher then a world on fire
burying her feet in the pit of the ashes with no meaning
Her skin thickened
A kiss from another comfort
A carressing finger tip
A body erratically pushing
Magnificently disturbed, naked on a decaying blanket
Eating burnt cookies and old tea, she will never leave
A foolish love
A half full comfort
She is destroyed and so is the universe circling her ...
The person we portray and the one we confine
Well mannered sexual deviant out of control
The urge to be perfect, held higher then a world on fire
burying her feet in the pit of the ashes with no meaning
Her skin thickened
A kiss from another comfort
A carressing finger tip
A body erratically pushing
Magnificently disturbed, naked on a decaying blanket
Eating burnt cookies and old tea, she will never leave
A foolish love
A half full comfort
She is destroyed and so is the universe circling her ...
555 reads
4 Comments
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