Submissions by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I will not die, it's the world that will end." - Unknown
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2015 3:38pm
1st Dec 2015 3:38pm
Red Glove
When you have a lot, you have nothing. After She said those words, she looked blindly into her own abyss, getting defenselessly mad as if she was trying to find an excuse for her nothingness. But she couldn't, when the answer was real as time and death, quietly giggling at her denial and loss, she turned back to me again with an effort lost smile. I could see her eyes were starting to flood but she quickly turned and walked to her car and drove off as her tire came alive with every friction to the ground . I Stood there, waiting for her to come back, day dreaming in that second that this was...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Nov 2015 5:44pm
13th Nov 2015 5:44pm
Goodbye
No sorrow just silence engulfing the puddle that drops the tasteless crystal every second. Tap, tap, tap.
she gets lost in the caves with pitch black lighting, getting an open scar with every step she takes. she could feel her jeans getting stickier, but keeps moving deeper. The irate screams echoing from every angle as she takes a step but has muted them out with dullness on her face, monotonous by her sound and walking like a zombie who doesn't want brains but to live with a beating heart once more.
she gets lost in the caves with pitch black lighting, getting an open scar with every step she takes. she could feel her jeans getting stickier, but keeps moving deeper. The irate screams echoing from every angle as she takes a step but has muted them out with dullness on her face, monotonous by her sound and walking like a zombie who doesn't want brains but to live with a beating heart once more.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 12:05pm
6th Sep 2015 12:05pm
Hagride
As I tremble within my body
A body that will be disembodied
Will get invaded by strangers
Strolling through my light and ending it
I see them watching me as I take my last bite
Avid for the moment they will take my life
As I walked in the room, a chair sat in the middle
My gateway to hell sat there with intention
They strapped my arms and legs
As if I won't fall on the way
Then the needle came, the ticket that will take me
I stared at it with galantry but failed to succeed
Floated as I go like a jaconet...
A body that will be disembodied
Will get invaded by strangers
Strolling through my light and ending it
I see them watching me as I take my last bite
Avid for the moment they will take my life
As I walked in the room, a chair sat in the middle
My gateway to hell sat there with intention
They strapped my arms and legs
As if I won't fall on the way
Then the needle came, the ticket that will take me
I stared at it with galantry but failed to succeed
Floated as I go like a jaconet...
616 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2015 5:17pm
17th Jul 2015 5:17pm
Seconds
In a blink of an eye everything can change
In a drop of a hat you could get raped
In the echo of the shadows or the screaming rain
There he appears with a mask for a friend
Telling you his story for you to relate
You let your guard down not knowing his a wolf
That's waiting for a moment he can attack you
Fuck, I lost my sight for a second giving him an exception
But in that split second I was grabbed by his hand
My flag was turning red and I was telling him don't touch me
But with his sweet voice he was telling me, you know me
In that...
In a drop of a hat you could get raped
In the echo of the shadows or the screaming rain
There he appears with a mask for a friend
Telling you his story for you to relate
You let your guard down not knowing his a wolf
That's waiting for a moment he can attack you
Fuck, I lost my sight for a second giving him an exception
But in that split second I was grabbed by his hand
My flag was turning red and I was telling him don't touch me
But with his sweet voice he was telling me, you know me
In that...
719 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 6:24pm
11th Jul 2015 6:24pm
Hole
I looked down at my chest, wondering what's going inside
The feel of something originating there
I started digging with my fingers, removing my flesh
Blood squirting everywhere, my hands are painted red
I held my ART that HE sways the blood with ease
I felt the wave of life swishing and swashing
I closed my eyes and imagined, the flow being beaten
How they go from my head till the sole of my feet
I retreat to the reason I opened my chest
There it was, the black tar, smoking it's last cigarette
We saw each other and we froze for a moment ...
The feel of something originating there
I started digging with my fingers, removing my flesh
Blood squirting everywhere, my hands are painted red
I held my ART that HE sways the blood with ease
I felt the wave of life swishing and swashing
I closed my eyes and imagined, the flow being beaten
How they go from my head till the sole of my feet
I retreat to the reason I opened my chest
There it was, the black tar, smoking it's last cigarette
We saw each other and we froze for a moment ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 9:41am
1st Jul 2015 9:41am
Epiphany
It doesn't matter if I start telling you with laughter
Or tell you as I cry and shout, for you not to deny
It's all a hoax, it's all a lie
Chaining people up with a fairytell
If the truth slapped you, you won't believe
delude yourslef by their meds. for "ease"
It's too late for you isn't it
I can't make you be enlightened
Make you see nothing
Only believe your beating heart
He doesn't suffer your suffering
Nor will he await you in heaven.
Or tell you as I cry and shout, for you not to deny
It's all a hoax, it's all a lie
Chaining people up with a fairytell
If the truth slapped you, you won't believe
delude yourslef by their meds. for "ease"
It's too late for you isn't it
I can't make you be enlightened
Make you see nothing
Only believe your beating heart
He doesn't suffer your suffering
Nor will he await you in heaven.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jun 2015 7:46am
20th Jun 2015 7:46am
Haymaker part 2
He told me that being Christian is the only way and he was hating on Muslim religion. It's like a fat woman making fun of another fat woman because she is fat!
He feels superior cause his GOD is the only GOD, and Muslims thinking their GOD is the only one. If you don't believe in your GOD he will punish you, put you in an internal inferno, blah, blah, blah. There is your restraint, your guilty consciousness. It rides you like a horse, rape your mind not do the things you want to do. But the thing is, you still do it..masturbating, having sex before marriage, polygamy, same sex...
He feels superior cause his GOD is the only GOD, and Muslims thinking their GOD is the only one. If you don't believe in your GOD he will punish you, put you in an internal inferno, blah, blah, blah. There is your restraint, your guilty consciousness. It rides you like a horse, rape your mind not do the things you want to do. But the thing is, you still do it..masturbating, having sex before marriage, polygamy, same sex...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Jun 2015 5:23pm
18th Jun 2015 5:23pm
Haymaker
People are so fucking deluded, it's fucking annoying sometimes.
I was walking on the road to go home and this guy out of nowhere started telling me how he found God and who he is so great and all that bullshit. And for a second, I just blacked out and was just nodding for it to end and for him to go away. when I told him I believe in nothing, he was in denial repeatedly asking,"seriously you don't believe in anything?" with every word, his voice was getting squeakier. And he was laughing like I was the stupid crazy one.
I don't believe in anything, I see the...
I was walking on the road to go home and this guy out of nowhere started telling me how he found God and who he is so great and all that bullshit. And for a second, I just blacked out and was just nodding for it to end and for him to go away. when I told him I believe in nothing, he was in denial repeatedly asking,"seriously you don't believe in anything?" with every word, his voice was getting squeakier. And he was laughing like I was the stupid crazy one.
I don't believe in anything, I see the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 7:43pm
6th Jun 2015 7:43pm
Bruised With Pleasure
I, him, we collided
Further into the depth black pitch
Pragmatic blinded oblivious I founded
Illusion found real putting adrenaline over fear
Mix the hate, the lost fire for love
Arose burning us we are roaring
Surrender to our masters kneeling before them
They touch our heavens we melt like chocolate
We are one, a masterbater
Mold our liquid, excelsior.
Further into the depth black pitch
Pragmatic blinded oblivious I founded
Illusion found real putting adrenaline over fear
Mix the hate, the lost fire for love
Arose burning us we are roaring
Surrender to our masters kneeling before them
They touch our heavens we melt like chocolate
We are one, a masterbater
Mold our liquid, excelsior.
684 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 2:32pm
4th Apr 2015 2:32pm
Revolver
If I wither away with every last fall of the autumn leaves
I will come back with winter to see no change
In the metamorphosis of no evolution
The after burn jejune escalading to nowhere
Putrid smell concentrated of the platitude
We are still in our mother's womb
Trying to envisage utopia, but living a life of decadence
Cradled with fluids that support us
Dependent, waiting to be fed
I hate the smell of the swamp, full of dead hope
Every day it thickens, altering nothing
Forgotten as the...
I will come back with winter to see no change
In the metamorphosis of no evolution
The after burn jejune escalading to nowhere
Putrid smell concentrated of the platitude
We are still in our mother's womb
Trying to envisage utopia, but living a life of decadence
Cradled with fluids that support us
Dependent, waiting to be fed
I hate the smell of the swamp, full of dead hope
Every day it thickens, altering nothing
Forgotten as the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 7:14pm
27th Mar 2015 7:14pm
Season 3 (Inspired by House Of Cards)
she gave her ammo for him to seal it in his heart
but he fired it with every last bullet leaving a scar
she was patient till he came to his senses of what he did wrong
but so blinded on putting himslef first
the one who was with him for 30 years are just numbers
she put a piece of wood, to let the fire running
her truth to enlighten her husband, from the fog that surrounded him
but, look at them now, look at frank
he layed his hands on her, griping her face like he would with a prostitute
she couldn't respond nor she wanted to
looking into...
but he fired it with every last bullet leaving a scar
she was patient till he came to his senses of what he did wrong
but so blinded on putting himslef first
the one who was with him for 30 years are just numbers
she put a piece of wood, to let the fire running
her truth to enlighten her husband, from the fog that surrounded him
but, look at them now, look at frank
he layed his hands on her, griping her face like he would with a prostitute
she couldn't respond nor she wanted to
looking into...
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 6:22am
27th Mar 2015 6:22am
Blueprint
light is out for us, but they don't know darkness
hungry mouths dry up, and they take pictures
they get the money to help us, but spend it on the next rover instead
we shiver to get warm, they make cloths for fashion
buckets put under our ceilings, they build houses for their stallion
we die every day, they have their great grandfather living
we climb the mountain with our nails bleeding, they appear and look down from the peak
we are the human, they are the retrovirus
invade everything, until there is nothing left
suckle on our hopes and dreams
hose...
hungry mouths dry up, and they take pictures
they get the money to help us, but spend it on the next rover instead
we shiver to get warm, they make cloths for fashion
buckets put under our ceilings, they build houses for their stallion
we die every day, they have their great grandfather living
we climb the mountain with our nails bleeding, they appear and look down from the peak
we are the human, they are the retrovirus
invade everything, until there is nothing left
suckle on our hopes and dreams
hose...
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