Submissions by LauraD
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
this house
i toss my cigarette onto the car port,
and with i throw away my desire to change;
here i sit again,
the same as i do everyday;
with nothing in my hands but false hopes,
and empty promises;
i watch the bustling of life from the torn and broken swing,
that sits in front of the house of my youth;
this house and i remain standing in the same place as when we first met,
of course we're both older and falling to pieces around anyone who lives inside of us;
although damaged it has remained to be a shelter for many lost souls along the way,
but it was...
and with i throw away my desire to change;
here i sit again,
the same as i do everyday;
with nothing in my hands but false hopes,
and empty promises;
i watch the bustling of life from the torn and broken swing,
that sits in front of the house of my youth;
this house and i remain standing in the same place as when we first met,
of course we're both older and falling to pieces around anyone who lives inside of us;
although damaged it has remained to be a shelter for many lost souls along the way,
but it was...
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enough
i lived through the moments you made me feel filthy,
i slept through the nightmares you caused;
i fought through the feeling of lonliness,
i suffered through all of this in silence;
enough is enough
i slept through the nightmares you caused;
i fought through the feeling of lonliness,
i suffered through all of this in silence;
enough is enough
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Twins
Connected through DNA,
and an umbilical cord;
we shared the same sack,
all nine months we were together;
living & breathing within a vessel,
that was created just for us;
blood, body and mind separated in two,
unified and tied they become one
and an umbilical cord;
we shared the same sack,
all nine months we were together;
living & breathing within a vessel,
that was created just for us;
blood, body and mind separated in two,
unified and tied they become one
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Bonnaroo
Fields & fields of tents and hippies,
all partaking in the festive nature of our subculture;
crossing the line between reality & sobriety,
for four consecutive days;
we lose ourselves in the elixir of pure ecstasy,
and frolic to the songs of our desire;
while wandering the streets of our existence,
you'll find eager minds in search of that special treat;
in only a weeks time,
we've lived a lifetime;
locked away from society,
in this heaven called bonnaroo
all partaking in the festive nature of our subculture;
crossing the line between reality & sobriety,
for four consecutive days;
we lose ourselves in the elixir of pure ecstasy,
and frolic to the songs of our desire;
while wandering the streets of our existence,
you'll find eager minds in search of that special treat;
in only a weeks time,
we've lived a lifetime;
locked away from society,
in this heaven called bonnaroo
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Self Portrait
The girl with a million secrets hidden beneath those hazel eyes,
is all I see in the mirror starring back at me
is all I see in the mirror starring back at me
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Razor Deep
It's cold against my skin,
and the ridges tear deep;
I pull it back & forth,
until the stream hits the floor;
The harder I thrust,
the darker the blood;
The sharper the blade,
the easier the cut
and the ridges tear deep;
I pull it back & forth,
until the stream hits the floor;
The harder I thrust,
the darker the blood;
The sharper the blade,
the easier the cut
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Life
We begin as a single seed,
One entity;
Created from the earth,
and birthed by our mother
One entity;
Created from the earth,
and birthed by our mother
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THC
Im running out of excuses to use,
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
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Slipping Away
Theres music in the background,
but like this memory its fading away;
Your sillouhette is all I can make out,
because your face has slowly disappeared;
I try my hardest to hold on,
but it falls through my fingers like sand;
It seems so long ago,
as though it was all a dream;
I wish I could hold your face in my hands,
and make a lasting sketch
but like this memory its fading away;
Your sillouhette is all I can make out,
because your face has slowly disappeared;
I try my hardest to hold on,
but it falls through my fingers like sand;
It seems so long ago,
as though it was all a dream;
I wish I could hold your face in my hands,
and make a lasting sketch
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Mirrors
I lose myself in the reflection of my mirror,
and find myself picking apart my body;
There's nothing I like about myself,
and my reflection is a reminder;
I tear apart everything,
and watch myself bleed;
Staring until I see a difference,
but the face I've come to know is hidden beneath some awful disguise
and find myself picking apart my body;
There's nothing I like about myself,
and my reflection is a reminder;
I tear apart everything,
and watch myself bleed;
Staring until I see a difference,
but the face I've come to know is hidden beneath some awful disguise
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War Zone
Everything is falling apart around me,
and I can hardly see;
My heart is pounding out of my chest,
making it hard to digest;
Where do I go from here,
now that I've faced my biggest fear;
I find myself standing alone,
in the middle of a bombing zone;
No where to hide,
from all the cyanide.
and I can hardly see;
My heart is pounding out of my chest,
making it hard to digest;
Where do I go from here,
now that I've faced my biggest fear;
I find myself standing alone,
in the middle of a bombing zone;
No where to hide,
from all the cyanide.
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Rape
The room is dark,
and smells of sex;
I can feel him touch me,
as I fight back in distress
i close my eyes
and drift away
to this corner in my mind
and while im there i feel no fear
no pain
or time
i wait until im sure hes through
before i come to
and smells of sex;
I can feel him touch me,
as I fight back in distress
i close my eyes
and drift away
to this corner in my mind
and while im there i feel no fear
no pain
or time
i wait until im sure hes through
before i come to
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