Submissions by KylieMae (LovelyWiishes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry for the pure joy of it. To put my Feelings in to perspective.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 1:26am
6th Mar 2015 1:26am
Puddles of Stars
I dream of falling into puddles of stars.
As I crash across their depths they fill my mind,
with the wonders of their knowledge.
My fingers grasp at their tendrils,
pulling their golden seams across my skin.
I absorb them.
Every single strand.
They tattoo my body with their glowing slivers.
They create my living flesh into a work of art,
they make me beautiful.
As I crash across their depths they fill my mind,
with the wonders of their knowledge.
My fingers grasp at their tendrils,
pulling their golden seams across my skin.
I absorb them.
Every single strand.
They tattoo my body with their glowing slivers.
They create my living flesh into a work of art,
they make me beautiful.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 1:16am
6th Mar 2015 1:16am
Life's Lies (not checked over)
Life is like one big lie.
We live off of these lies.
That one day we will find mister right,
Prince Charming, that all our hopes will come true.
They feed us this knowing,
that our dreams will never come true.
True Love doesn't exist.
And most of our dreams
are impossible to achieve.
A Lot of the time
we will not succeed in anything.
They just build up our hopes
knowing that someday,
Someone or something
is going to come by
and they are going to crush them.
All through your life
your dreams are going to be crushed....
We live off of these lies.
That one day we will find mister right,
Prince Charming, that all our hopes will come true.
They feed us this knowing,
that our dreams will never come true.
True Love doesn't exist.
And most of our dreams
are impossible to achieve.
A Lot of the time
we will not succeed in anything.
They just build up our hopes
knowing that someday,
Someone or something
is going to come by
and they are going to crush them.
All through your life
your dreams are going to be crushed....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 11:37pm
4th Mar 2015 11:37pm
Black Tears
Black tears fall from the sky
as the couple gracefully twirls,
spinning, and spinning
in an endless loop.
Of unending pain and anger.
their fists fly, like dusty dragon flies,
and words sharp,
like a double bladed sword.
Leaving shallow cuts in themselves
and whoever bares to witness,
their brutality.
As the sun rises,
they slow their pace,
but they still twirl,
just slower,
less noticeable,
hiding the brutality,
the pain and anger.
Pretending.
That their endless twirling,
will in fact,come to an end,
and...
as the couple gracefully twirls,
spinning, and spinning
in an endless loop.
Of unending pain and anger.
their fists fly, like dusty dragon flies,
and words sharp,
like a double bladed sword.
Leaving shallow cuts in themselves
and whoever bares to witness,
their brutality.
As the sun rises,
they slow their pace,
but they still twirl,
just slower,
less noticeable,
hiding the brutality,
the pain and anger.
Pretending.
That their endless twirling,
will in fact,come to an end,
and...
724 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 11:32pm
4th Mar 2015 11:32pm
Black hole..(Very Random.. and not well checked over)
I am a black hole.
Probably not in the way you are thinking.
I am not a black hole.
Probably not what you're thinking.
I feel like a black hole.
More so to speak.
But...
Probably not in the way you are thinking.
I can see my skin as swirling black murky darkness.
I have disappeared.
So in a way,
I guess I am a black hole,
but not really.
In the distance.
Between my chest and stomach,
is the center.
Of the black hole.
So it is the part of me that's hollow,
But...
Looks beyond full.
I can't really tell.
neither...
Probably not in the way you are thinking.
I am not a black hole.
Probably not what you're thinking.
I feel like a black hole.
More so to speak.
But...
Probably not in the way you are thinking.
I can see my skin as swirling black murky darkness.
I have disappeared.
So in a way,
I guess I am a black hole,
but not really.
In the distance.
Between my chest and stomach,
is the center.
Of the black hole.
So it is the part of me that's hollow,
But...
Looks beyond full.
I can't really tell.
neither...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 1:22am
4th Mar 2015 1:22am
Skull Women
The Pines,
Sprinkled in white,
Hang limply.
Underneath,
Sits a women.
She is Shrouded,
in smokey grey.
It swirls,
But also
Lays heavy
upon her shoulders.
It weighs down her head.
which hangs low.
Her hands sit in her lap
folded.
Looking closely,
you can see
her boney fingers.
Moments pass.
She lifts her head.
and shows her face.
A skull.
Dead hair framing
the milky white bone.
she lifts her hand,
not boney,
but bone.
Her pain and suffering
envelop you,
Before you turn,
and...
Sprinkled in white,
Hang limply.
Underneath,
Sits a women.
She is Shrouded,
in smokey grey.
It swirls,
But also
Lays heavy
upon her shoulders.
It weighs down her head.
which hangs low.
Her hands sit in her lap
folded.
Looking closely,
you can see
her boney fingers.
Moments pass.
She lifts her head.
and shows her face.
A skull.
Dead hair framing
the milky white bone.
she lifts her hand,
not boney,
but bone.
Her pain and suffering
envelop you,
Before you turn,
and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 8:24pm
7th Feb 2015 8:24pm
Size twenty-two
Size twenty-two,
Fat,
Beautiful, and
Successful.
She is beautiful.
Whether your closed mindedness thinks so ,
or not.
She is beautiful.
No matter the number on the scale,
or what she sees in the mirror,
or what others think when they look at her.
She is beautiful.
With all her curves,
and bumps,
and dents, and scars.
She is beautiful, and deserves to feel loved,
by herself.
She deserves to love herself.
She deserves to be able to look in the mirror,
and not feel ashamed by the sight that she sees.
She does not...
Fat,
Beautiful, and
Successful.
She is beautiful.
Whether your closed mindedness thinks so ,
or not.
She is beautiful.
No matter the number on the scale,
or what she sees in the mirror,
or what others think when they look at her.
She is beautiful.
With all her curves,
and bumps,
and dents, and scars.
She is beautiful, and deserves to feel loved,
by herself.
She deserves to love herself.
She deserves to be able to look in the mirror,
and not feel ashamed by the sight that she sees.
She does not...
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 8:29pm
24th Jan 2015 8:29pm
Liar
It hurts to find,
that someone loving in your mind,
can’t be trusted.
A bad mistake to trust a liar.
Like he lit your heart on fire,
n' Let it blaze, burn, and smoke.
Like it’s a gigantic fucking joke.
And just like that my heart was broke.
that someone loving in your mind,
can’t be trusted.
A bad mistake to trust a liar.
Like he lit your heart on fire,
n' Let it blaze, burn, and smoke.
Like it’s a gigantic fucking joke.
And just like that my heart was broke.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 8:20pm
24th Jan 2015 8:20pm
Raindrops
Raindrops,
They lay dwindling,
on our windshield
They remind me of my tears.
I think
as I stare at Droplets.
They quiver against the tearing wind.
I quiver,
Remembering their angry words.
Some droplets give way.
to the biting wind.
they slide gradually,
down.
I am not like those,
few raindrops.
Letting go of their grip.
To the pushing of the wind.
I will Not Give up
my will,
My respect,
Because of them ridiculing me.
Pushing me.
Bullying me.
I will Not bow to them.
I...
They lay dwindling,
on our windshield
They remind me of my tears.
I think
as I stare at Droplets.
They quiver against the tearing wind.
I quiver,
Remembering their angry words.
Some droplets give way.
to the biting wind.
they slide gradually,
down.
I am not like those,
few raindrops.
Letting go of their grip.
To the pushing of the wind.
I will Not Give up
my will,
My respect,
Because of them ridiculing me.
Pushing me.
Bullying me.
I will Not bow to them.
I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 2:12am
22nd Jan 2015 2:12am
My Father's Monsters
My father,
whose best friends are monsters.
I don't know why he chose these friends of his.
maybe it's the demons in his head,
telling him he has no other choice.
I wonder what goes on in his head,
when it's filled up with lies.
does it hurt,
those lies add up to alot of memorizing
and maybe I'm not friends with his monsters,
but don't they eat at his brain?
How can you memorize so many half - truths
when your memory is wasting away in the hands
of so many monsters.
I can't help but wonder..
did he even think twice?
when he...
whose best friends are monsters.
I don't know why he chose these friends of his.
maybe it's the demons in his head,
telling him he has no other choice.
I wonder what goes on in his head,
when it's filled up with lies.
does it hurt,
those lies add up to alot of memorizing
and maybe I'm not friends with his monsters,
but don't they eat at his brain?
How can you memorize so many half - truths
when your memory is wasting away in the hands
of so many monsters.
I can't help but wonder..
did he even think twice?
when he...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 2:05am
22nd Jan 2015 2:05am
My Mother's Eyes
My mother's eyes are warm,
but not really,
they are muggy,
they are damp,
but not a watery eyed damp,
like a dark, cold basement.
that kind of damp,
the damp mold festers in.
that is my mother's eyes.
the sadness that has clung to her,
has sat festering,
rotting, in her eyes
for so long,
that her eyes absorbed it,
they adapted,
to the hate,
and pain,
the loss and guilt,
she accepted it,
and now there is no getting
real loving, happy warmth back through the darkness that has forever claimed her eyes.
but not really,
they are muggy,
they are damp,
but not a watery eyed damp,
like a dark, cold basement.
that kind of damp,
the damp mold festers in.
that is my mother's eyes.
the sadness that has clung to her,
has sat festering,
rotting, in her eyes
for so long,
that her eyes absorbed it,
they adapted,
to the hate,
and pain,
the loss and guilt,
she accepted it,
and now there is no getting
real loving, happy warmth back through the darkness that has forever claimed her eyes.
652 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2014 10:41pm
10th May 2014 10:41pm
...
I wish to learn to love,
such a love,
that breaks the hearts of those
that have yet to even understand the meaning..
such a love,
that breaks the hearts of those
that have yet to even understand the meaning..
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