Submissions by Lichen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2012 10:39am
23rd May 2012 10:39am
For Tiger
I still remember how I felt when I met you.
Only three years old, and having fun at a carnival.
Why a three year old was allowed to throw darts,
Even at a wall of balloons, remains a mystery.
Somehow, fate, we'll say, made me throw strong and true.
And next thing I know, I'm holding a small stuffed cheetah,
My arms wrapped around you like a cage full of love.
And I'm calling you Tiger.
Flash forward 14 years; My life has gone to shit.
Suicide is on my mind.
And all I can think about is what I've done to friends,
Both past and present.
...
Only three years old, and having fun at a carnival.
Why a three year old was allowed to throw darts,
Even at a wall of balloons, remains a mystery.
Somehow, fate, we'll say, made me throw strong and true.
And next thing I know, I'm holding a small stuffed cheetah,
My arms wrapped around you like a cage full of love.
And I'm calling you Tiger.
Flash forward 14 years; My life has gone to shit.
Suicide is on my mind.
And all I can think about is what I've done to friends,
Both past and present.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th May 2012 1:31am
16th May 2012 1:31am
Ropes
Friendships are fickle things.
They often hang by a thread,
No matter how thick you think the rope may be.
And even the most mindful observer can be tricked by the illusion.
Sometimes the rope will snap at the slightest touch.
Sometimes, it was wearing thin all on it's own.
Sometimes, one person attached to the rope sets it ablaze.
I set the rope ablaze.
My passion drove me over the edge.
Pardon me, not passion. Lust.
Pure, unadulterated lust.
Feelings I kept at bay,
No matter how much they snapped at the leash.
All it took...
They often hang by a thread,
No matter how thick you think the rope may be.
And even the most mindful observer can be tricked by the illusion.
Sometimes the rope will snap at the slightest touch.
Sometimes, it was wearing thin all on it's own.
Sometimes, one person attached to the rope sets it ablaze.
I set the rope ablaze.
My passion drove me over the edge.
Pardon me, not passion. Lust.
Pure, unadulterated lust.
Feelings I kept at bay,
No matter how much they snapped at the leash.
All it took...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 00:41am
20th Apr 2012 00:41am
A Beacon
My life...
I'd like to say it's rough.
When in fact, it's fairly lax.
Still, in my mind, all I see is darkness.
And I want a light.
Some sort of beacon.
I can always look at when all seems lost.
I have one now.
Sort of.
She's wonderful.
Beautiful.
Funny.
Charming.
But she can never be mine.
We can only remain friends, albeit very close friends.
I know she stills feels guilt.
Whenever I bring this problem I have up with her.
It's not her fault.
She can't love me, I'm okay with it....
I'd like to say it's rough.
When in fact, it's fairly lax.
Still, in my mind, all I see is darkness.
And I want a light.
Some sort of beacon.
I can always look at when all seems lost.
I have one now.
Sort of.
She's wonderful.
Beautiful.
Funny.
Charming.
But she can never be mine.
We can only remain friends, albeit very close friends.
I know she stills feels guilt.
Whenever I bring this problem I have up with her.
It's not her fault.
She can't love me, I'm okay with it....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Apr 2012 3:52am
11th Apr 2012 3:52am
Letter to _____
Dear D,
We've never met. You don't know who I am, or anything about me in the slightest. We talked, briefly, a few months ago. On this very site. I doubt you remember, I was trying to be funny, but came off as a jackass.
But, you know something about jackasses, don't you? You see, I, as creepy as it sounds (and I know it's pretty bad), do know a little something about you. Just a little, no need to panic. You don't like letting people in. I get that. Oh, believe me, I get that. I've tried to put up my own walls in my time.
Granted, mine were never as... structurally...
We've never met. You don't know who I am, or anything about me in the slightest. We talked, briefly, a few months ago. On this very site. I doubt you remember, I was trying to be funny, but came off as a jackass.
But, you know something about jackasses, don't you? You see, I, as creepy as it sounds (and I know it's pretty bad), do know a little something about you. Just a little, no need to panic. You don't like letting people in. I get that. Oh, believe me, I get that. I've tried to put up my own walls in my time.
Granted, mine were never as... structurally...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 2:22am
5th Apr 2012 2:22am
Ode to that Little Itch in my Life
Oh god, where to begin?
All those things that get under my skin.
When you yawn with that high pitched squeak!
It's all I can do not to freak!
You tell a story, always cutting yourself off halfway through!
I just want to lunge at you!
Making dirty comments towards any girl you see,
If I was them, I'd turn around and flee!
And all of your modest clothes?
You know it makes everyone want to see you out of those!
Those mini seizures you have,
At least those make me laugh!
And worst of all, what I hate to admit...
You...
All those things that get under my skin.
When you yawn with that high pitched squeak!
It's all I can do not to freak!
You tell a story, always cutting yourself off halfway through!
I just want to lunge at you!
Making dirty comments towards any girl you see,
If I was them, I'd turn around and flee!
And all of your modest clothes?
You know it makes everyone want to see you out of those!
Those mini seizures you have,
At least those make me laugh!
And worst of all, what I hate to admit...
You...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 3:17am
4th Apr 2012 3:17am
Virus
It's nothing but a disease.
Festering, putrid and bubbling pus,
Filling up all your pores
Making you teem with anger and depression.
It seeps into your brain, twisting your mind into thinking things. Things no one should think.
Things that the devil himself kept hidden away.
For not even he is that cruel.
But the virus got out.
By none other than it's keeper.
That disgusting, vile bitch.
She who has only your ruin on your mind.
And with the virus in her hand,
What can you do?
It poisons your very essence.
Corrupting...
Festering, putrid and bubbling pus,
Filling up all your pores
Making you teem with anger and depression.
It seeps into your brain, twisting your mind into thinking things. Things no one should think.
Things that the devil himself kept hidden away.
For not even he is that cruel.
But the virus got out.
By none other than it's keeper.
That disgusting, vile bitch.
She who has only your ruin on your mind.
And with the virus in her hand,
What can you do?
It poisons your very essence.
Corrupting...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 8:16am
8th Mar 2012 8:16am
The Owl (a poem from my childhood)
The Owl flies through the night,
Without fear, without fright.
If it had one fear, I think it would be,
The threat of losing its' home. Its' tree.
The Owl flies through the night,
Looking for something to eat.
A mouse, perhaps?
A tasty treat.
Without fear, without fright.
If it had one fear, I think it would be,
The threat of losing its' home. Its' tree.
The Owl flies through the night,
Looking for something to eat.
A mouse, perhaps?
A tasty treat.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 8:07am
8th Mar 2012 8:07am
Drum and Bass
Searching around for music,
My ears stumbled upon something new.
It reminded me of dubstep.
But it was different...
It was...
Energetic.
Fierce.
Thrilling.
Electrifying.
My body tingled as I played song after song.
It quickly took hold of me like a drug.
It made me feel...
Strong.
Powerful.
Confident.
Ready.
This was something new to me.
And yet something the same.
It was how I felt around you.
Pure.
Happy.
Determined.
Alive.
My ears stumbled upon something new.
It reminded me of dubstep.
But it was different...
It was...
Energetic.
Fierce.
Thrilling.
Electrifying.
My body tingled as I played song after song.
It quickly took hold of me like a drug.
It made me feel...
Strong.
Powerful.
Confident.
Ready.
This was something new to me.
And yet something the same.
It was how I felt around you.
Pure.
Happy.
Determined.
Alive.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 4:49am
2nd Mar 2012 4:49am
Sibling
Sarah sat on the uncomfortable chair
Awaiting news of something she didn't quite understand
She turned six yesterday
Not like anyone noticed
Not since Mommy has been in the hospital
Not since Mommy had gone into "labor"
As Daddy called it
Daddy tried to pay attention to Sarah
But Mommy was having problems
The baby won't come out
Sarah is scared
Sarah is confused
Ever since Mommy's tummy got bigger
No one has paid attention to Sarah
Sarah is jealous
Jealous of the brother or sister she doesn't have
Or...
Awaiting news of something she didn't quite understand
She turned six yesterday
Not like anyone noticed
Not since Mommy has been in the hospital
Not since Mommy had gone into "labor"
As Daddy called it
Daddy tried to pay attention to Sarah
But Mommy was having problems
The baby won't come out
Sarah is scared
Sarah is confused
Ever since Mommy's tummy got bigger
No one has paid attention to Sarah
Sarah is jealous
Jealous of the brother or sister she doesn't have
Or...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 4:39am
2nd Mar 2012 4:39am
A Realization of the Obvious
It's funny.
How blatantly off you can be.
When thinking you know the one you love, I mean.
I was depressed.
Actually, I was a bit of a mess!
Assuming you cared less about me and more about the rest!
Your other good friend, of course.
I wasn't going to make you care about me by force.
Just cry and scream to myself until I was hoarse.
But alas! T'was NOT how you cared about me!
A long talk brought me crashing back into reality.
And made me realize, I was a bit silly.
You care. A lot. You truly do.
Not only about me, or her,...
How blatantly off you can be.
When thinking you know the one you love, I mean.
I was depressed.
Actually, I was a bit of a mess!
Assuming you cared less about me and more about the rest!
Your other good friend, of course.
I wasn't going to make you care about me by force.
Just cry and scream to myself until I was hoarse.
But alas! T'was NOT how you cared about me!
A long talk brought me crashing back into reality.
And made me realize, I was a bit silly.
You care. A lot. You truly do.
Not only about me, or her,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 3:27am
27th Feb 2012 3:27am
Second
It's a stupid feeling.
That I'm always paranoid.
That no matter what I do
I'll always be second in your life.
And I do nothing but feed it.
Because I only want to see you happy.
And I fear- No, I know,
That even at my best
I'm still not your main interest.
When we talk, if you mention you're doing something else,
I automatically ask if you want to stop talking
So you can focus on it.
I always put other people before myself when I list people who care for you
Because let's face it.
I'm not very high on that list.
We may be going out....
That I'm always paranoid.
That no matter what I do
I'll always be second in your life.
And I do nothing but feed it.
Because I only want to see you happy.
And I fear- No, I know,
That even at my best
I'm still not your main interest.
When we talk, if you mention you're doing something else,
I automatically ask if you want to stop talking
So you can focus on it.
I always put other people before myself when I list people who care for you
Because let's face it.
I'm not very high on that list.
We may be going out....
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