Submissions by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don’t view myself as a poet. I have always enjoyed writing. I’m good with words and articulating my feelings and experiences. However, I’m not poetically inclined. I write what I feel. I like to cut open my vein and let it bleed out on the paper
Tough love
I’ve listened to you sob for days now
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don’t you realize we’re worth so much more?
This melodrama has played out
The time has come to close the curtain and take a bow
There’s no perfect script to this
but you nailed your lines
and weeped heartache into perfect poetic bliss
I know, they played you,
leaving you banged up with broken strings
and your song hopelessly out of tune
The lyrics sting like love notes
jaggedly carved into the flesh of tender dreams
Love pierced knife wounds in your...
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don’t you realize we’re worth so much more?
This melodrama has played out
The time has come to close the curtain and take a bow
There’s no perfect script to this
but you nailed your lines
and weeped heartache into perfect poetic bliss
I know, they played you,
leaving you banged up with broken strings
and your song hopelessly out of tune
The lyrics sting like love notes
jaggedly carved into the flesh of tender dreams
Love pierced knife wounds in your...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup #emotional
#breakup #emotional
271 reads
10 Comments
Wolves on Different Sides of The Moon.
I feel his grip
one hand tightfisted, encircling my neck
my heart arrested in his other
His claws dug in
Reminding me I have no volition
His eyes intoxicated with pleasure at the way he controls its rhythm
making it race in fear
or depleting it to an almost lifeless meter
Finding leverage in its throb
and seduction within the vibrations
Enthralled by the rise and fall of pulses
Dominance blinds him to his weakness
Mercy and empathy lay dormant and cold,
forgotten dustballs in the corners of his soul ...
one hand tightfisted, encircling my neck
my heart arrested in his other
His claws dug in
Reminding me I have no volition
His eyes intoxicated with pleasure at the way he controls its rhythm
making it race in fear
or depleting it to an almost lifeless meter
Finding leverage in its throb
and seduction within the vibrations
Enthralled by the rise and fall of pulses
Dominance blinds him to his weakness
Mercy and empathy lay dormant and cold,
forgotten dustballs in the corners of his soul ...
#love
#betrayal
#abuse
557 reads
4 Comments
I write poetry
Some say I’m a poet
I don’t
More like
I spew
emotions
on paper
and hope
they sound pretty
I don’t pay much
attention
to formalities
I just want
the pain inside me
set free
Picture me,
like the exorcist, but
Instead of covering
the walls
with pea soup
I’m projectile vomiting
fragments
of my mind
The ugliness
displayed haphazardly
across the walls
And I call it
art
Inviting...
I don’t
More like
I spew
emotions
on paper
and hope
they sound pretty
I don’t pay much
attention
to formalities
I just want
the pain inside me
set free
Picture me,
like the exorcist, but
Instead of covering
the walls
with pea soup
I’m projectile vomiting
fragments
of my mind
The ugliness
displayed haphazardly
across the walls
And I call it
art
Inviting...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #emotions
#PowerOfWords #emotions
815 reads
10 Comments
To Poetry and Beyond
I could string precise words together to tell a story or make lines look neat and pretty
I can take you from the thoughts in your mind to another location within mine
I can draw a line in ink for you to follow with ease
I can piece together a profound poignant vocabulary to create a bright mosaic of sound
Or I could rhyme to the rhythm of your heart with art to impart
I can present life lessons or simple truths as tiny wrapped gifts to share
I have the ability to maintain your attention for a literary mile and make it worthwhile
But alas, none of these...
I can take you from the thoughts in your mind to another location within mine
I can draw a line in ink for you to follow with ease
I can piece together a profound poignant vocabulary to create a bright mosaic of sound
Or I could rhyme to the rhythm of your heart with art to impart
I can present life lessons or simple truths as tiny wrapped gifts to share
I have the ability to maintain your attention for a literary mile and make it worthwhile
But alas, none of these...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
439 reads
15 Comments
Empty Bed
From pigtails to ponytails
braids to buns
princess wishes to teenage dreams
plastic tiaras to prom dresses
skinned knees to scuffed hearts
From a little girl dancing in your shadow
to a young lady mourning a mothers love from a heart that still beat but was never to be seen
haunted by the empty space at the foot of the bed
where the ghost that diminished her worth sat in your place instead
You never warned her about boys like him
never convinced her she was too good for them
No wisdom wrapped warnings to reel in a wild...
braids to buns
princess wishes to teenage dreams
plastic tiaras to prom dresses
skinned knees to scuffed hearts
From a little girl dancing in your shadow
to a young lady mourning a mothers love from a heart that still beat but was never to be seen
haunted by the empty space at the foot of the bed
where the ghost that diminished her worth sat in your place instead
You never warned her about boys like him
never convinced her she was too good for them
No wisdom wrapped warnings to reel in a wild...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
1003 reads
14 Comments
Wrath
Visual Poem
Be leary of her wrath
she dances through flames
without risk of being singed
The fire recognizes
the fury raging within her,
taking her in as one of it’s own
But you, however,
will certainly be scorched
in her seething fumes
until her anger incinerates
Left with your heart set ablaze
and your soul burning
while she decides
whether or not to
mercifully put you out
Or stand back and watch,...
Be leary of her wrath
she dances through flames
without risk of being singed
The fire recognizes
the fury raging within her,
taking her in as one of it’s own
But you, however,
will certainly be scorched
in her seething fumes
until her anger incinerates
Left with your heart set ablaze
and your soul burning
while she decides
whether or not to
mercifully put you out
Or stand back and watch,...
#anger
#frustration
#hurt #fear
#hurt #fear
983 reads
9 Comments
Fragility
She was the embodiment of broken,
hard seashells ran ragged through rough terrains endured navigating the seas of life.
Despite her strength, her essence scattered into a million minuscule grains along the sea shore.
Forged in the fires, a heavenly light brought her back to life.
Resuscitated by the brilliance of a lightning strike.
The storm now rages on inside her heart.
Her rebirth brings strength intertwined with fragility
what once was broken is easily fractured again
A soul pieced back together still remembers the cracks ...
hard seashells ran ragged through rough terrains endured navigating the seas of life.
Despite her strength, her essence scattered into a million minuscule grains along the sea shore.
Forged in the fires, a heavenly light brought her back to life.
Resuscitated by the brilliance of a lightning strike.
The storm now rages on inside her heart.
Her rebirth brings strength intertwined with fragility
what once was broken is easily fractured again
A soul pieced back together still remembers the cracks ...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
491 reads
17 Comments
Petals of Sorrow
Sweet love blooms
blossoming under the warmth
of another’s affections
Yet loss is embedded in veiny stems
Threaded with the truths of time,
all decompose in the end.
Even the purest and profoundest of love,
loses glimmers of shine over time.
But if you leave beauty
where Mother Nature planted it,
it’s spoils birth new life.
If cut down,
displayed in a vase,
it’s vibrancy slowly fades,
it’s purpose becomes a waste,
and it decays in vain.
Out of selfish gain
you cut her stem ...
blossoming under the warmth
of another’s affections
Yet loss is embedded in veiny stems
Threaded with the truths of time,
all decompose in the end.
Even the purest and profoundest of love,
loses glimmers of shine over time.
But if you leave beauty
where Mother Nature planted it,
it’s spoils birth new life.
If cut down,
displayed in a vase,
it’s vibrancy slowly fades,
it’s purpose becomes a waste,
and it decays in vain.
Out of selfish gain
you cut her stem ...
#love
#relationships
#emotional
992 reads
12 Comments
Barefoot and Full of Dreams
I want to feel the earth beneath my toes
unknowing of how life fatefully goes
I want to feel everything caress against my feet
unaware of what dangers I might meet
I want to feel every crevice, twig, rock, or stone
As I travel down life’s paths alone
I want to feel the change of textures tickle my soles
wiggling my toes out of muddy holes
I want to feel every nick, cut, bruise, bite or sting
whatever this life has to bring
I want callouses to build, testifying to the times I endured and didn’t yield
I want to forge a path for...
unknowing of how life fatefully goes
I want to feel everything caress against my feet
unaware of what dangers I might meet
I want to feel every crevice, twig, rock, or stone
As I travel down life’s paths alone
I want to feel the change of textures tickle my soles
wiggling my toes out of muddy holes
I want to feel every nick, cut, bruise, bite or sting
whatever this life has to bring
I want callouses to build, testifying to the times I endured and didn’t yield
I want to forge a path for...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals #SelfDiscovery
#LifeGoals #SelfDiscovery
674 reads
Drowning in Ink
Visual Poem
#love
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
3523 reads
Poet-aholic
A friend called me a poet-aholic...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet...
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
780 reads
A Dangerous Woman
They say a beautiful woman can be a dangerous thing. She is pretty, and she is certainly dangerous. But that’s not what does them in. She has a sharp mind and a power with words. Her words can be intoxicating and motivating but she also knows how to use them as lethal weapons. Cutting you to the core, with eloquently wrapped truths. Leaving your mind reeling and the ground underneath you shaking.
She is a connoisseur of words who refuses to waste them. So if she opens her mouth, you can expect anything that comes out to be intentional and drenching with sincerity. She doesn’t...
She is a connoisseur of words who refuses to waste them. So if she opens her mouth, you can expect anything that comes out to be intentional and drenching with sincerity. She doesn’t...
#PowerOfWords
750 reads
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