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
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2020 2:51am
9th May 2020 2:51am
Little Bird
I use to have a song in my heart.
It was sweet, light, and playful.
I would fly about, singing my song,
just soft enough for few to hear.
You heard my song and stopped to listen.
I noticed you coming closer, soaking it in, watching with intrigue.
Everyday you would come, lay your worries at my feet, and listen to me sing.
We would laugh and play all day.
Sharing our hopes, fears, and broken pieces of our souls.
The rest of the world would fade away,
while we wept together and dreamed of a future full of...
It was sweet, light, and playful.
I would fly about, singing my song,
just soft enough for few to hear.
You heard my song and stopped to listen.
I noticed you coming closer, soaking it in, watching with intrigue.
Everyday you would come, lay your worries at my feet, and listen to me sing.
We would laugh and play all day.
Sharing our hopes, fears, and broken pieces of our souls.
The rest of the world would fade away,
while we wept together and dreamed of a future full of...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#hurt #DomesticViolence
#hurt #DomesticViolence
963 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2020 4:45am
8th May 2020 4:45am
The Plight of the Queen of Hearts
Shuffle the deck, deal the cards, place your bets.
In the game of love,
only jokers surrender to chance or luck.
To win a queen ‘s heart,
you must play your cards well.
Four dainty ladies
Pick your poison...
A heart, club, diamond, or spade
Each a different gamble
Which one will you fancy?
The Dark deceptive Queen of Spades
We all know her well...
Her...
In the game of love,
only jokers surrender to chance or luck.
To win a queen ‘s heart,
you must play your cards well.
Four dainty ladies
Pick your poison...
A heart, club, diamond, or spade
Each a different gamble
Which one will you fancy?
The Dark deceptive Queen of Spades
We all know her well...
Her...
#love
591 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2020 10:53am
6th May 2020 10:53am
Thanks Mom
Big boobs and life,
the only things mother ever gave me,
Funny,
been family’s running joke throughout my childhood.
I get it,
feels uncomfortable to laugh.
Like her,
awkward feelings shall pass.
I’ve accepted such,
But I’ll take humor rather than pity, any day..
Lesson learned?
Choose love over drugs
the only things mother ever gave me,
Funny,
been family’s running joke throughout my childhood.
I get it,
feels uncomfortable to laugh.
Like her,
awkward feelings shall pass.
I’ve accepted such,
But I’ll take humor rather than pity, any day..
Lesson learned?
Choose love over drugs
#mother
#daughter
#grief #childhood
#grief #childhood
583 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2020 00:11am
6th May 2020 00:11am
The Girl in the Mirror
Every so often, I see her,
underneath all the pain
Sometimes a glimmer shines through
But I walk away...
....I’m sorry I don’t know you, I whisper
Longingly, she looks back at me,
recognition evades me
In essence, a perfect stranger
Leaning in for a closer look....
...I’m sorry I don’t remember, I sigh.
This time, she cries out for me,
reminisce, she invites...
summon her, she continues...
The one full of hope
The one who believes good things happen to kindhearted souls
The one certain...
underneath all the pain
Sometimes a glimmer shines through
But I walk away...
....I’m sorry I don’t know you, I whisper
Longingly, she looks back at me,
recognition evades me
In essence, a perfect stranger
Leaning in for a closer look....
...I’m sorry I don’t remember, I sigh.
This time, she cries out for me,
reminisce, she invites...
summon her, she continues...
The one full of hope
The one who believes good things happen to kindhearted souls
The one certain...
#SelfReflection
#disappointment
#hurt
724 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2020 10:57pm
4th May 2020 10:57pm
The Piece of the Matter
I’m starting to realize is that
there are many ways a person dies
while they’re still alive...
It’s walking past the mirror and having to glance twice because you don’t recognize the face that stands before you
Maybe it’s from all the added pain you carry around that’s slowly and progressively taking its toll
Or maybe it’s the darkness that was once just a quiet little flame buried deep within
that now casts a darkened shadow
that seems to widen as each minute passes.
It’s the way life and everyone...
there are many ways a person dies
while they’re still alive...
It’s walking past the mirror and having to glance twice because you don’t recognize the face that stands before you
Maybe it’s from all the added pain you carry around that’s slowly and progressively taking its toll
Or maybe it’s the darkness that was once just a quiet little flame buried deep within
that now casts a darkened shadow
that seems to widen as each minute passes.
It’s the way life and everyone...
#LifeStruggles
#illness
#MentalHealth
539 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2020 3:38am
3rd May 2020 3:38am
Baptism By Fire
I have a will to survive
And my will is supposedly free
But nothing in life comes free
So is there a cost to survival?
Many view a person’s ability
to walk through the fires of life
as a sign of strength.
Maybe that’s true
when you encounter
just a few fires
on your journey through life’s terrain.
But when you spend most of your life
dancing through the flames,
It’s not about strength anymore.
It’s more like the heavens
are vigilantly watching you
gracefully frolic ...
And my will is supposedly free
But nothing in life comes free
So is there a cost to survival?
Many view a person’s ability
to walk through the fires of life
as a sign of strength.
Maybe that’s true
when you encounter
just a few fires
on your journey through life’s terrain.
But when you spend most of your life
dancing through the flames,
It’s not about strength anymore.
It’s more like the heavens
are vigilantly watching you
gracefully frolic ...
#strength
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
466 reads
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd May 2020 1:39pm
2nd May 2020 1:39pm
Wasted Words
I wasted a lot of things on you.
Time, affection, money, attention, love, patience...
The list goes on, so I’ll stick to a few.
They say time is the greatest gift,
Because once given away, you can never get it back.
And you’re not really sure how many grains of sand are left in your hourglass.
But words are my currency.
Some of my most prized possessions.
Its a shame I wasted so many on you.
All the letters, emails, and thousands of texts....
Time, affection, money, attention, love, patience...
The list goes on, so I’ll stick to a few.
They say time is the greatest gift,
Because once given away, you can never get it back.
And you’re not really sure how many grains of sand are left in your hourglass.
But words are my currency.
Some of my most prized possessions.
Its a shame I wasted so many on you.
All the letters, emails, and thousands of texts....
#anger
#LifeAsAWriter
#frustration #MovingOn
#frustration #MovingOn
465 reads
STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2020 11:05pm
1st May 2020 11:05pm
Dancing With The Devil (A Short Story)
He was everything I never knew I wanted. He was charming and witty, he made me laugh and smile (and blush) like no other. He was captivating in every way. Fun to be around; daring, and exciting. The attraction was undeniable. The chemistry was explosive. The connection we had was nothing less than magical.
He was everything I knew I shouldn’t want but everything my insecurities longed for. It was like the broken pieces of my soul believed he was the glue that would hold them back together. And there was this familiarity to him, a connection to my past that allowed me to see a...
He was everything I knew I shouldn’t want but everything my insecurities longed for. It was like the broken pieces of my soul believed he was the glue that would hold them back together. And there was this familiarity to him, a connection to my past that allowed me to see a...
#DomesticViolence
516 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2020 6:25am
1st May 2020 6:25am
Illusions in Love
Ultimately I broke my own heart
by holding onto him and believing that he didn’t mean it,
believing there was someone else behind the brokenness.
But maybe that’s how it works,
because if you can’t see the wounded soul that lies underneath,
all you are left with,
is the monster standing in front of you
and what sane person dances with the devil
and expects to walk away from it
without giving up pieces of their soul?
by holding onto him and believing that he didn’t mean it,
believing there was someone else behind the brokenness.
But maybe that’s how it works,
because if you can’t see the wounded soul that lies underneath,
all you are left with,
is the monster standing in front of you
and what sane person dances with the devil
and expects to walk away from it
without giving up pieces of their soul?
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#DomesticViolence
508 reads
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 11:01pm
30th Apr 2020 11:01pm
Unclipped Wings
Somewhere in the chaos that I was raised in,
I managed to get it into my young, innocent, and naive mind,
that I didn’t have to be defined by the dysfunction.
Sometimes I think it’s sheer luck, other days,
I cling to the comfort that it’s divine intervention.
A part of a larger plan, I am not meant to understand.
It’s a perplexing place to be,
when you decide you no longer want to be held shackled to the life that was presented to you,
the one you had no other choice than to believe was destined for you.
To no longer wish to be...
I managed to get it into my young, innocent, and naive mind,
that I didn’t have to be defined by the dysfunction.
Sometimes I think it’s sheer luck, other days,
I cling to the comfort that it’s divine intervention.
A part of a larger plan, I am not meant to understand.
It’s a perplexing place to be,
when you decide you no longer want to be held shackled to the life that was presented to you,
the one you had no other choice than to believe was destined for you.
To no longer wish to be...
#strength
#courage
#childhood
#motivational
#addiction
881 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 5:16am
30th Apr 2020 5:16am
Bruises Fade
Red
Swollen
The indentation of your hand
across my cheek
Heat radiating from my face
Burning
Stinging sensation
Bruises fade
But the wounds linger
Fear
Shock
Tears streaming down my face
Quick gasps of air
As the world around me slowly fades
An evilness staring back at me is all I see
Bruises fade
But the wounds linger
Betrayal
Devastation
Heart shattered in a million pieces
Where once a beloved man had stood
A pathetic coward took his...
Swollen
The indentation of your hand
across my cheek
Heat radiating from my face
Burning
Stinging sensation
Bruises fade
But the wounds linger
Fear
Shock
Tears streaming down my face
Quick gasps of air
As the world around me slowly fades
An evilness staring back at me is all I see
Bruises fade
But the wounds linger
Betrayal
Devastation
Heart shattered in a million pieces
Where once a beloved man had stood
A pathetic coward took his...
#heartbroken
#secrets
#betrayal
#TimeHeals
#DomesticViolence
531 reads
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 00:15am
30th Apr 2020 00:15am
Mistress
You love her.
And you’ll always love her.
Your love for her will always run deeper than you could ever love me
And she will know you more intimately than I ever will.
I could never compete with the powers she has.
She’s seductive, alluring and enticing.
She makes you feel powerful, unstoppable, and confident
at levels I never could.
She makes you feel brave, courageous, daring, carefree, and fearless.
She takes you places I never will.
Your time with her is euphoric, intoxicating, and invigorating.
With her, you...
And you’ll always love her.
Your love for her will always run deeper than you could ever love me
And she will know you more intimately than I ever will.
I could never compete with the powers she has.
She’s seductive, alluring and enticing.
She makes you feel powerful, unstoppable, and confident
at levels I never could.
She makes you feel brave, courageous, daring, carefree, and fearless.
She takes you places I never will.
Your time with her is euphoric, intoxicating, and invigorating.
With her, you...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#addiction
#denial
#bittersweet
1054 reads
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