Submissions by Lissa_Reed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry gives me the creative writing freedom that I crave. I write what I am feeling, human emotions are complex, so there is never one type of poem I create.
Sublime
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What is your monster's name?
Monsters lurking in the night, will try to give you a fright.
They glare deeply at you, with piercing eyes they woo.
Their sharp toothed grins spread far, and their bodies can stretch much bigger than you are.
With a touch of their hand you feel clammy and cold, even when you move away they keep their hold.
They laugh their hot breath by your ear, whisper ugly lies to you and sneer.
Once they have a grip on you there is no getting away, they take root in your soul adamant to stay.
People who are afflicted with them can see your monsters too, they notice them in...
They glare deeply at you, with piercing eyes they woo.
Their sharp toothed grins spread far, and their bodies can stretch much bigger than you are.
With a touch of their hand you feel clammy and cold, even when you move away they keep their hold.
They laugh their hot breath by your ear, whisper ugly lies to you and sneer.
Once they have a grip on you there is no getting away, they take root in your soul adamant to stay.
People who are afflicted with them can see your monsters too, they notice them in...
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Confusion
Complete love and adoration one minute, then the next there is no regard for my feelings.
We haven't played by societies' rules thus far, and now you use the rules against me.
How to flip flop like a coin? So quickly you do..
I have given you my heart and I believe to have yours, but yours also comes wrapped in tape to protect it. Mine is bloody and bare.
You know the story of the deep scars I wear, but you cover yours like their not there.
When will this tug of war with my emotions end?
Never I suppose, confusion only sets in.
We haven't played by societies' rules thus far, and now you use the rules against me.
How to flip flop like a coin? So quickly you do..
I have given you my heart and I believe to have yours, but yours also comes wrapped in tape to protect it. Mine is bloody and bare.
You know the story of the deep scars I wear, but you cover yours like their not there.
When will this tug of war with my emotions end?
Never I suppose, confusion only sets in.
692 reads
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Cracked
Cement, starts out wet and without a form, then is poured into a mold and hardens.
It's expected to stay in that form forever, never deviating, never changing.
Pressure is constantly on cement.
Millions of people walk and drive over it daily, always expecting it to be there underneath them.
Eventually the cement cracks under the pressure, sometimes it turns to rubble.
The commuting people look at it's imperfections with disdain, avoiding the cracks and holes at all costs.
The imperfections get worse, yet nobody try's to help, they just keep avoiding it. ...
It's expected to stay in that form forever, never deviating, never changing.
Pressure is constantly on cement.
Millions of people walk and drive over it daily, always expecting it to be there underneath them.
Eventually the cement cracks under the pressure, sometimes it turns to rubble.
The commuting people look at it's imperfections with disdain, avoiding the cracks and holes at all costs.
The imperfections get worse, yet nobody try's to help, they just keep avoiding it. ...
705 reads
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MIA, Internet
No Internet = Problem
Problem = No DUP
No DUP = No Lissa
Clearification: I have not had internet for a while and no acces to DUP. I hope you are all doing well and I miss you! I will try to post something a little later today while I have acces to a computer, and hopfully I get my internet back soon!
Problem = No DUP
No DUP = No Lissa
Clearification: I have not had internet for a while and no acces to DUP. I hope you are all doing well and I miss you! I will try to post something a little later today while I have acces to a computer, and hopfully I get my internet back soon!
528 reads
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Crash and Burn-ing Love
Shattered glass glistens on the curvy dark road.
You were on your way, to your humble abode.
The metal casket you ride in is crushed like a tin can.
Why weren't you in a seatbelt, that wasn't a good plan.
Your glasses lay unscathed in a grassy ditch, yet you are scratched and beaten.
I'm so sick with worry, I haven't even eaten.
I hear about it from a phone call, the deer ran away unharmed.
You swerved and rolled your truck, because you were alarmed.
You lie in a hospital bed, hurt, but your still here.
Yet there are still more tests to do, your not...
You were on your way, to your humble abode.
The metal casket you ride in is crushed like a tin can.
Why weren't you in a seatbelt, that wasn't a good plan.
Your glasses lay unscathed in a grassy ditch, yet you are scratched and beaten.
I'm so sick with worry, I haven't even eaten.
I hear about it from a phone call, the deer ran away unharmed.
You swerved and rolled your truck, because you were alarmed.
You lie in a hospital bed, hurt, but your still here.
Yet there are still more tests to do, your not...
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Growing Love, Only One Moment More.
Our smiles outshine all the others,
Our eyes glisten with excitement and joy.
Only recently have we been lovers.
One kiss from you and I feel coy.
Moment by moment I grow fonder.
More time with you is all I need.
When you are gone I sit and ponder,
Our sprouting love from this tiny seed.
Our eyes glisten with excitement and joy.
Only recently have we been lovers.
One kiss from you and I feel coy.
Moment by moment I grow fonder.
More time with you is all I need.
When you are gone I sit and ponder,
Our sprouting love from this tiny seed.
671 reads
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Halloween Spirits
The spirits speak in their rhythmic tongue.
Thinning the veil with what they have sung.
They roam the streets among the breathers.
Posing as dressed up trick or treaters.
Every Halloween is their time for freight.
They emerge with the sun's dying light.
When it is dark and cold outside the houses.
Spirits play with the living like trapped little mouses.
Thinning the veil with what they have sung.
They roam the streets among the breathers.
Posing as dressed up trick or treaters.
Every Halloween is their time for freight.
They emerge with the sun's dying light.
When it is dark and cold outside the houses.
Spirits play with the living like trapped little mouses.
#Halloween
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Dark
I am surrounded by loved ones and friends.
My life is going better than expected.
So why do I feel so alone?
Like I'm sitting in the dark.
Why do I feel the need to always be with someone romantically?
I'm not weak, and I am independent.
I still yearn for someone to wrap their arms around me.
Kiss me.
Cuddle with me in bed.
Say I love you and mean it.
I'm not weak, unless wanting to be loved is a weakness.
I'm independent, yet before this I've never been single for long.
I'm not just filling the space with meaningless relationships.. ...
My life is going better than expected.
So why do I feel so alone?
Like I'm sitting in the dark.
Why do I feel the need to always be with someone romantically?
I'm not weak, and I am independent.
I still yearn for someone to wrap their arms around me.
Kiss me.
Cuddle with me in bed.
Say I love you and mean it.
I'm not weak, unless wanting to be loved is a weakness.
I'm independent, yet before this I've never been single for long.
I'm not just filling the space with meaningless relationships.. ...
670 reads
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Positive
673 reads
4 Comments
Only Human
My heart is a pit of brackish water.
Mixed and confused.
I reach out so someone can purify every drop.
Nothing, no one there, just darkness and my despair.
I long to be held, but by whom?
A man?
A woman?
I've had both it's true, I battle with the waves of labels placed on me every day.
Lesbian.
Straight.
Bisexual.
Just because you put water in a glass, does not mean that it is in it's true form.
How then can you put a person in a label, trying to contain them?
The only label I should have is human, as everyone else should have....
Mixed and confused.
I reach out so someone can purify every drop.
Nothing, no one there, just darkness and my despair.
I long to be held, but by whom?
A man?
A woman?
I've had both it's true, I battle with the waves of labels placed on me every day.
Lesbian.
Straight.
Bisexual.
Just because you put water in a glass, does not mean that it is in it's true form.
How then can you put a person in a label, trying to contain them?
The only label I should have is human, as everyone else should have....
813 reads
2 Comments
David_Macleod
Every poem you write puts my heart in a vice.
The thoughts you provoke, do entice.
Words flow, as if effortlessly formed together.
From your brain to my heart there is a tether.
Your own blood and passion seems to serve as your ink.
You write what you want without even a blink.
A honest and true poet, I know you are.
You make people feel connected, no matter how far.
You are a shining treasure in this chest.
David my dear, you are simply the best.
P.S. David I hope you don't mind serving as my inspiration. :) you really are amazing!
The thoughts you provoke, do entice.
Words flow, as if effortlessly formed together.
From your brain to my heart there is a tether.
Your own blood and passion seems to serve as your ink.
You write what you want without even a blink.
A honest and true poet, I know you are.
You make people feel connected, no matter how far.
You are a shining treasure in this chest.
David my dear, you are simply the best.
P.S. David I hope you don't mind serving as my inspiration. :) you really are amazing!
753 reads
4 Comments
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