Submissions by LadyLoss
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
LadyLoss is who I am when I don't want to be me anymore.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 10:27am
18th Aug 2013 10:27am
Comfortable Rut.
The day we go to bed and just...'
This was abbreviated by a shudder
'Cuddle... Is the day we break up.
Not even break up.
This is not a relationship.
It's just sex on tap.
Got it?'
3 years, 7 months and 5 days later,
I feel myself sinking into this rut,
As I would my favourite armchair.
4 not break ups later,
I feel myself grateful,
For this unbelievably comfortable hurdle.
No sex,
No kisses.
He buys beer,
I drink.
He cooks,
I wash up,
He wears the clothes,
I wash them,
He plays his...
This was abbreviated by a shudder
'Cuddle... Is the day we break up.
Not even break up.
This is not a relationship.
It's just sex on tap.
Got it?'
3 years, 7 months and 5 days later,
I feel myself sinking into this rut,
As I would my favourite armchair.
4 not break ups later,
I feel myself grateful,
For this unbelievably comfortable hurdle.
No sex,
No kisses.
He buys beer,
I drink.
He cooks,
I wash up,
He wears the clothes,
I wash them,
He plays his...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 9:31pm
25th Jul 2013 9:31pm
My problem is...
I have heard
'What's your problem!?'
Too many times today.
My problem is
That I seem to be the only person
Who is stretched so thin
I could pass for a snare drum.
My problem is
Every fucker I haven't seen for a while,
Telling me I've put on weight.
Why would you make a point of telling a 21 year old girl that?!
You think I haven't noticed?! I'm working on it,
Pigs.
My problem is
My other half can't see why
I've got the screaming ump.
Because I was suffering with PMT last week,
And the only reason...
'What's your problem!?'
Too many times today.
My problem is
That I seem to be the only person
Who is stretched so thin
I could pass for a snare drum.
My problem is
Every fucker I haven't seen for a while,
Telling me I've put on weight.
Why would you make a point of telling a 21 year old girl that?!
You think I haven't noticed?! I'm working on it,
Pigs.
My problem is
My other half can't see why
I've got the screaming ump.
Because I was suffering with PMT last week,
And the only reason...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 7:17pm
25th Jul 2013 7:17pm
Don't bother buyin' the cow
When you've got the milk for free,
Better than free,
You're being paid, emotionally
To drink the milk,
Why should you buy the cow?
When you've had four years
Of employment as a milk drinker,
Only the odd dispute
About whether or not you should
At least not demand payment
Just drink it for free,
And maybe let other people know
Your milk needs are completely catered for.
Why should you even look at the invoice
For the cow.
Why should you?
It's completely unreasonable for the cow
To expect payment after all...
Better than free,
You're being paid, emotionally
To drink the milk,
Why should you buy the cow?
When you've had four years
Of employment as a milk drinker,
Only the odd dispute
About whether or not you should
At least not demand payment
Just drink it for free,
And maybe let other people know
Your milk needs are completely catered for.
Why should you even look at the invoice
For the cow.
Why should you?
It's completely unreasonable for the cow
To expect payment after all...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 9:49am
23rd May 2013 9:49am
'I'm not racist, but...'
When someone starts a sentence with:
'I'm not racist, but...'
The next words out of their mouth,
Are going to be dripping with the poison.
Those four words
Are like a flashing neon sign,
Posted above that someone's head,
That screams 'I'm white and I'm better than everyone else.
Because my body produces less melanin.'
In the early 20th century,
English explorers happened upon
A 'lowly tribe'.
The 'unevolved barbarians'
Said the most advanced thing
Ever said.
'Their skin might be different
But their shit smells...
'I'm not racist, but...'
The next words out of their mouth,
Are going to be dripping with the poison.
Those four words
Are like a flashing neon sign,
Posted above that someone's head,
That screams 'I'm white and I'm better than everyone else.
Because my body produces less melanin.'
In the early 20th century,
English explorers happened upon
A 'lowly tribe'.
The 'unevolved barbarians'
Said the most advanced thing
Ever said.
'Their skin might be different
But their shit smells...
731 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2013 10:54am
17th May 2013 10:54am
Victory is mine
You may be a stunner,
You may be covered in beautifully artistic tattoos,
You may have big blue eyes,
Gorgeous long jet black hair,
Electively altered chest area,
Pretty damn near perfect,
But I have him.
You may work full time,
Have some money,
Have a wide social circle,
(I hear that your legs are also wide apart most of the time)
Have a power over him when you're in the same room.
But I have him.
I may be small,
A little bit chunky,
Not all that girly,
Nor in fact, girly at all,
I may be...
You may be covered in beautifully artistic tattoos,
You may have big blue eyes,
Gorgeous long jet black hair,
Electively altered chest area,
Pretty damn near perfect,
But I have him.
You may work full time,
Have some money,
Have a wide social circle,
(I hear that your legs are also wide apart most of the time)
Have a power over him when you're in the same room.
But I have him.
I may be small,
A little bit chunky,
Not all that girly,
Nor in fact, girly at all,
I may be...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2013 2:51am
16th May 2013 2:51am
What happens
What happens when
A
Relationship
Becomes
Sitting in the same room,
Saying nothing,
Doing nothing.
Just
Nothing.
What happens when
A
Friendship
Becomes
Telling each other
You're fine
When you're
Dying inside.
What happens when
A
Family
Becomes
An excuse.
An excuse to mock,
To tear,
To hurt.
What happens then?
A
Relationship
Becomes
Sitting in the same room,
Saying nothing,
Doing nothing.
Just
Nothing.
What happens when
A
Friendship
Becomes
Telling each other
You're fine
When you're
Dying inside.
What happens when
A
Family
Becomes
An excuse.
An excuse to mock,
To tear,
To hurt.
What happens then?
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SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2013 10:49am
15th May 2013 10:49am
Turning Invisible
Usually, when I come downstairs in the mornings,
My grandmother has made me a coffee,
But this morning,
I came downstairs and made her jump,
Because she forgot I was here.
I go to sleep with him some nights,
And he wakes up in the morning,
Pulls me closer,
And thinks it's a good thing to say
'I forgot you were here'
I sit at the back of the classroom, lecture theatre,
They start talking about what a dick I am.
I smile and laugh,
They turn round in horror,
'We're sorry' they all say
'We forgot you were here'. ...
My grandmother has made me a coffee,
But this morning,
I came downstairs and made her jump,
Because she forgot I was here.
I go to sleep with him some nights,
And he wakes up in the morning,
Pulls me closer,
And thinks it's a good thing to say
'I forgot you were here'
I sit at the back of the classroom, lecture theatre,
They start talking about what a dick I am.
I smile and laugh,
They turn round in horror,
'We're sorry' they all say
'We forgot you were here'. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2013 8:12pm
14th May 2013 8:12pm
Tell Me
We're not going to talk about this, then?
The next hurdle on the track
That is our relationship.
We're going to ignore it,
As with everything else,
Until we hate each other,
Until we can't do anything
Except shout and scream and cry and threaten.
Threaten with leaving,
Threaten with divulging secrets,
Threaten with being alone again.
Until it takes 6 months to repair
Our foundations.
While I appreciate
That within my own metaphor,
Our relationship has gone from track
To house,
There will be no metaphor...
The next hurdle on the track
That is our relationship.
We're going to ignore it,
As with everything else,
Until we hate each other,
Until we can't do anything
Except shout and scream and cry and threaten.
Threaten with leaving,
Threaten with divulging secrets,
Threaten with being alone again.
Until it takes 6 months to repair
Our foundations.
While I appreciate
That within my own metaphor,
Our relationship has gone from track
To house,
There will be no metaphor...
679 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2013 11:48pm
12th May 2013 11:48pm
Losing appeal
I kiss his neck,
Stroke the soft part
Between his beard and his ear,
Mumble how good he smells,
He looks,
He sounds.
Despite the age gap,
He's still my Adonis,
My knight in shining armour,
But lately, my knight has been remiss,
In certain areas.
I get home, I clean, I cook.
He gets home, he drinks, and plays.
I'm dressed like an expensive hooker,
Not at all comfortable,
In my own clothes,
But if it makes him want me...
I'll be uncomfortable,
'Til I'm comfortable. ,
He looks so good, ...
Stroke the soft part
Between his beard and his ear,
Mumble how good he smells,
He looks,
He sounds.
Despite the age gap,
He's still my Adonis,
My knight in shining armour,
But lately, my knight has been remiss,
In certain areas.
I get home, I clean, I cook.
He gets home, he drinks, and plays.
I'm dressed like an expensive hooker,
Not at all comfortable,
In my own clothes,
But if it makes him want me...
I'll be uncomfortable,
'Til I'm comfortable. ,
He looks so good, ...
734 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th May 2013 4:56pm
12th May 2013 4:56pm
I'm that bad.
You're so awesome,
I want to build a shrine to you,
Because you clearly know everything
There ever was to know
About anything.
Your supreme intelligence astounds me,
Your ability to take belittling
To a whole new level,
Just makes me want to give up
Anything and everything I ever enjoyed,
Because I'm clearly not good.
In fact,
I am shit, I am immature,
I can't do anything
When I compare myself to you,
Because you are just so clearly
Better than me.
Teach me,
Oh master of the universe.
Why don't you...
I want to build a shrine to you,
Because you clearly know everything
There ever was to know
About anything.
Your supreme intelligence astounds me,
Your ability to take belittling
To a whole new level,
Just makes me want to give up
Anything and everything I ever enjoyed,
Because I'm clearly not good.
In fact,
I am shit, I am immature,
I can't do anything
When I compare myself to you,
Because you are just so clearly
Better than me.
Teach me,
Oh master of the universe.
Why don't you...
784 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
11th May 2013 12:32pm
11th May 2013 12:32pm
5 Minutes
She never wanted her 5 minutes of fame,
Never wanted the limelight.
But she had a dangerously addictive personality.
Relationships fell apart,
She was too intense,
Too always there,
Even too obsessed.
She saw his face on a screen,
Saw his name on a sign,
And he was her new addiction.
Obsession.
She sent him letters,
He never replied,
She sent him photos,
He never appreciated,
Tossing it onto the pile of disillusioned
But beautiful young women's photos.
She went wherever he was,
She followed...
Never wanted the limelight.
But she had a dangerously addictive personality.
Relationships fell apart,
She was too intense,
Too always there,
Even too obsessed.
She saw his face on a screen,
Saw his name on a sign,
And he was her new addiction.
Obsession.
She sent him letters,
He never replied,
She sent him photos,
He never appreciated,
Tossing it onto the pile of disillusioned
But beautiful young women's photos.
She went wherever he was,
She followed...
674 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2013 1:47pm
2nd May 2013 1:47pm
I'm a smoker, dammit.
Oh, right, ok,
I go and stand OUTSIDE,
So that the people walking past me
Can look down their nose at me
As I light up my second favourite vice.
I don't see you
Looking down your nose
As you walk out of a shop
Clutching a salad
As you walk past McDonalds.
I don't see you
Looking down your nose,
As you hit the button to cross safely,
And some maverick walks straight across the road,
Concentrating on sending an inane text.
I don't see you,
Glaring at the girls
Who walk around in miniskirts
And...
I go and stand OUTSIDE,
So that the people walking past me
Can look down their nose at me
As I light up my second favourite vice.
I don't see you
Looking down your nose
As you walk out of a shop
Clutching a salad
As you walk past McDonalds.
I don't see you
Looking down your nose,
As you hit the button to cross safely,
And some maverick walks straight across the road,
Concentrating on sending an inane text.
I don't see you,
Glaring at the girls
Who walk around in miniskirts
And...
671 reads
2 Comments
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