Submissions by LeesAngel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The sweet remain Of an Angel slained
DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2012 11:19pm
1st May 2012 11:19pm
Do I?
Oh no, do I really enjoy this?
As I plunge this knife into you,
As I feel the easy rip of your skin,
As I hear your blood gush through my creation,
And I hear each pulse the deeper I go in.
And I hear your screams so precise also,
As I see the colours become so intense and free;
The maroon of your body’s life;
The paleness of your face before me.
Seeing too the strain of your eyes,
And the veins in your forehead swell,
As I feel your blood rush over my hands,
And your hand grabs me as you plead so well.
Oh yes, I do...
As I plunge this knife into you,
As I feel the easy rip of your skin,
As I hear your blood gush through my creation,
And I hear each pulse the deeper I go in.
And I hear your screams so precise also,
As I see the colours become so intense and free;
The maroon of your body’s life;
The paleness of your face before me.
Seeing too the strain of your eyes,
And the veins in your forehead swell,
As I feel your blood rush over my hands,
And your hand grabs me as you plead so well.
Oh yes, I do...
939 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 9:27pm
29th Apr 2012 9:27pm
My Marks
This was for the 'Your Story In Ink' Competition
The way in which I mark myself,
The ink that seems to be now quite common.
I get nervous, I shake, but I know what I want,
I have always been very sure of each and every one.
Never have I regretted them,
All twelve stay loved on my skin, they’re mine.
I know I will get more still, it’s an itching,
And the ideas for space and art will grow with time.
There are my eyebrows and the wolf on my calf.
And ‘It’s better to be hated for who you are,
Than to be loved for who you are not’, it...
The way in which I mark myself,
The ink that seems to be now quite common.
I get nervous, I shake, but I know what I want,
I have always been very sure of each and every one.
Never have I regretted them,
All twelve stay loved on my skin, they’re mine.
I know I will get more still, it’s an itching,
And the ideas for space and art will grow with time.
There are my eyebrows and the wolf on my calf.
And ‘It’s better to be hated for who you are,
Than to be loved for who you are not’, it...
904 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2012 5:04pm
21st Apr 2012 5:04pm
Dirty Little Daughter
This is in the rhythm of the 'What Shall We Do With
Drunken Sailor' Shanty
What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
He seized her smile and took it to the slaughter.
What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
Now that she is filthy.
She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
She didn’t like it but if she refused he wouldn’t hold her.
She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
Her mind continued stealthy.
Oh no, make out you never noticed.
And she’ll keep on faking.
He had...
Drunken Sailor' Shanty
What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
He seized her smile and took it to the slaughter.
What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
Now that she is filthy.
She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
She didn’t like it but if she refused he wouldn’t hold her.
She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
Her mind continued stealthy.
Oh no, make out you never noticed.
And she’ll keep on faking.
He had...
1114 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Apr 2012 8:13pm
20th Apr 2012 8:13pm
Dear Father
This is for the 'Dear John' Competition
Dear Father,
I don’t want to call you Dad anymore; but, even the thought of your name irritates me.
You were never the father figure we needed, but once-upon-a-time, I was very much a Daddy’s girl.
You were fine for us when we were little; we had a decent childhood, but is that only because you were out of the country for work half of every month? You had a family with your first marriage, were we just to satisfy Mum? But we were always scared of your dominance and strictness; we always had to please you.
But...
Dear Father,
I don’t want to call you Dad anymore; but, even the thought of your name irritates me.
You were never the father figure we needed, but once-upon-a-time, I was very much a Daddy’s girl.
You were fine for us when we were little; we had a decent childhood, but is that only because you were out of the country for work half of every month? You had a family with your first marriage, were we just to satisfy Mum? But we were always scared of your dominance and strictness; we always had to please you.
But...
792 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 6:50pm
20th Apr 2012 6:50pm
That Someone Else
This was for the 'Confession' Competition
What can I say?
‘Sorry?’
‘I know it’s wrong?’
I just can’t help it.
I never intended for you to find out.
Turning out this way;
I don’t know,
It just hit me so strong.
I’m not sure I want to help it.
But this confusion is something I could live without.
It’s not okay,
I know.
I want to belong.
But with you I don’t fit.
Not anymore, it’s something I have to think about.
What can I say?
‘Sorry?’
‘I know it’s wrong?’
I just can’t help it.
I never intended for you to find out.
Turning out this way;
I don’t know,
It just hit me so strong.
I’m not sure I want to help it.
But this confusion is something I could live without.
It’s not okay,
I know.
I want to belong.
But with you I don’t fit.
Not anymore, it’s something I have to think about.
810 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 7:16pm
17th Apr 2012 7:16pm
Left Me Mute
A flat pack heart you bought from Ikea
You took me from sanity and left me here
You wander so far but keep your watching eyes near
But before you told me I had no idea
Of your blatant admission of being a brute
The world you dragged me in when it’s you it’s to suit
You knowingly took me off my comfortable route
You have taken what I recognise and left me mute
You took me from sanity and left me here
You wander so far but keep your watching eyes near
But before you told me I had no idea
Of your blatant admission of being a brute
The world you dragged me in when it’s you it’s to suit
You knowingly took me off my comfortable route
You have taken what I recognise and left me mute
750 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 6:40pm
17th Apr 2012 6:40pm
All In A Night's Work
This was for the 'Off The Ledge' Competition
You started shouting
At the top of your voice,
I was shouting back
Letting a lot out.
I didn’t actually know
What started it all,
Or even what the issue was
That we were arguing about.
You didn’t seem to be
Making much sense,
But I continued to get
My point across anyway.
You then began to swing
Both your arms around,
Aiming at me in madness
While I tried to get out of the way.
I cried and tried to tell you
That it’s not that important,
But you lashed out...
You started shouting
At the top of your voice,
I was shouting back
Letting a lot out.
I didn’t actually know
What started it all,
Or even what the issue was
That we were arguing about.
You didn’t seem to be
Making much sense,
But I continued to get
My point across anyway.
You then began to swing
Both your arms around,
Aiming at me in madness
While I tried to get out of the way.
I cried and tried to tell you
That it’s not that important,
But you lashed out...
738 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 8:26pm
16th Apr 2012 8:26pm
My Time Is Heavy
This was for the 'Time' Competition
My time is often mislaid
While yours continues forward
My distracting memories rewind still
Playing over and over in spite
I am always running late
I can’t keep myself up with the minutes
My degrading time will always drag
While yours flies by easily and light
My time is often mislaid
While yours continues forward
My distracting memories rewind still
Playing over and over in spite
I am always running late
I can’t keep myself up with the minutes
My degrading time will always drag
While yours flies by easily and light
665 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2012 9:41pm
15th Apr 2012 9:41pm
Judd
This was for the 'A "Thank You" Poem' Competition
I thank you, for who you were,
The hard-working man always with a fag in hand.
If you were still here,
Our family would still have a sturdy stand.
That once solid collective.
We continued to see you as how you were, they were defiant,
They neglected you.
But you knew it was us being there that was important.
I thank you even now for that.
We would take a walk together most days,
The woods seemed daunting back then.
I asked if there were wolves in that big wood, that...
I thank you, for who you were,
The hard-working man always with a fag in hand.
If you were still here,
Our family would still have a sturdy stand.
That once solid collective.
We continued to see you as how you were, they were defiant,
They neglected you.
But you knew it was us being there that was important.
I thank you even now for that.
We would take a walk together most days,
The woods seemed daunting back then.
I asked if there were wolves in that big wood, that...
677 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 4:42pm
12th Apr 2012 4:42pm
The Crows
I once told you of flying crows,
Crows I saw that night,
That night that I’ve removed from my mind.
Those crows are one of the few things I remember,
While lying still in that lonely place,
On that cold evening.
Wondering, shamed, obscured.
You choose harshly to not believe me,
But is it the crows of which you opt to doubt,
Or is it the oblivion I have as a memory for that night,
That night I saw the crows?
I know there was a man, but his face is undetermined.
I know his voice because I still hear that in my sleep.
I know what he...
Crows I saw that night,
That night that I’ve removed from my mind.
Those crows are one of the few things I remember,
While lying still in that lonely place,
On that cold evening.
Wondering, shamed, obscured.
You choose harshly to not believe me,
But is it the crows of which you opt to doubt,
Or is it the oblivion I have as a memory for that night,
That night I saw the crows?
I know there was a man, but his face is undetermined.
I know his voice because I still hear that in my sleep.
I know what he...
906 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 9:04pm
11th Apr 2012 9:04pm
His Heart Speaks
This was for the 'Heartspeaks: Bruises And The Scars' Competition
The scars she has made;
He kisses them in acceptance.
Those scars of pain that remains;
He caresses them with understanding.
He intends to take that pain away,
Her heart is far too desirable.
But he has a vicious secret,
Kept private and undemanding.
But that first time he meets his fist,
With her soft, delicate cheek,
She cries while he apologises,
With regret and shame in his voice.
But she tells him there isn’t a need;
She felt the love from his...
The scars she has made;
He kisses them in acceptance.
Those scars of pain that remains;
He caresses them with understanding.
He intends to take that pain away,
Her heart is far too desirable.
But he has a vicious secret,
Kept private and undemanding.
But that first time he meets his fist,
With her soft, delicate cheek,
She cries while he apologises,
With regret and shame in his voice.
But she tells him there isn’t a need;
She felt the love from his...
779 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 7:47pm
11th Apr 2012 7:47pm
Our Loves Aftermath
This was for the 'Confession' Competition
My love for you is disorientated,
That feeling of significance for us has subsided.
We both grieve unvoiced with boredom,
Leaving the resolution undecided.
I’m frustrated and you are angry,
And yet it is never communicated.
I never expected this so soon after its start,
You are unaware that our minds have separated.
Will we continue to live this way?
Can I really handle that?
Or if it finishes, will it be with friendship?
I lately dream only of the aftermath.
My love for you is disorientated,
That feeling of significance for us has subsided.
We both grieve unvoiced with boredom,
Leaving the resolution undecided.
I’m frustrated and you are angry,
And yet it is never communicated.
I never expected this so soon after its start,
You are unaware that our minds have separated.
Will we continue to live this way?
Can I really handle that?
Or if it finishes, will it be with friendship?
I lately dream only of the aftermath.
738 reads
2 Comments
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