Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 10:05pm
1st Jul 2014 10:05pm
Hi Father, Hi Stepfather, Hi Future Father
Hey daddy, long time since you died
Ten years to be not-so-exact
I miss you and your lullabies daddy
I know you're not coming home
You're in heaven now because you were Catholic
Even though I don't believe such a cruel God takes away fathers
Hello stepfather, you're away now too but not in heaven
You're probably at your parents house again
I don't like it when you verbally abuse my mom
If you do come back please be nice and treat her well
Not like the slave she isn't
I liked you but now I feel abandoned
Hi future father, I...
Ten years to be not-so-exact
I miss you and your lullabies daddy
I know you're not coming home
You're in heaven now because you were Catholic
Even though I don't believe such a cruel God takes away fathers
Hello stepfather, you're away now too but not in heaven
You're probably at your parents house again
I don't like it when you verbally abuse my mom
If you do come back please be nice and treat her well
Not like the slave she isn't
I liked you but now I feel abandoned
Hi future father, I...
591 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 7:26am
1st Jul 2014 7:26am
Vibrations Throgh the Mists
Transformational transitions through skeptical sex positions and cannibal cannibis trees trying to drown insanity.
Another sleepless sultry analytical night.
Another sleepless sultry analytical night.
624 reads
STORY POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 1:35am
1st Jul 2014 1:35am
Nightmares Are Made Of These
Rip away my nails and cut away my lips so I may never again type my feelings or express my sorrow.
My teeth fall away but I feel no pain as you carve "psalm 14:1" into my skin.
Why am I in jail if I only said what I felt?
Weird fucking dream...
My teeth fall away but I feel no pain as you carve "psalm 14:1" into my skin.
Why am I in jail if I only said what I felt?
Weird fucking dream...
823 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 8:51pm
29th Jun 2014 8:51pm
While My Guitar Gently Screams
My strings snap my skin while trying to make some decent music.
Little drops of blood fall on Tom but I keep on playing because the melody helps me cope with the shattering mirrors that are reality. I'm sorry Tom, but I have to keep playing, or I'll go senile. Tom you help me be at peace and remember all the little things from each day that everyone else overlooks. Tom, you are the best fucking friend a gal can have. Your soft sobbing gives me a small high while my fingers touch your neck, which vibrates with each chord I switch to. Blood makes the sound seem infinite.
Little drops of blood fall on Tom but I keep on playing because the melody helps me cope with the shattering mirrors that are reality. I'm sorry Tom, but I have to keep playing, or I'll go senile. Tom you help me be at peace and remember all the little things from each day that everyone else overlooks. Tom, you are the best fucking friend a gal can have. Your soft sobbing gives me a small high while my fingers touch your neck, which vibrates with each chord I switch to. Blood makes the sound seem infinite.
701 reads
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 6:53am
29th Jun 2014 6:53am
Let Me Sleep
I wish I could sleep earlier because I love waking up early but my body draws me to this site and the cycle never ends....
690 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2014 11:03pm
28th Jun 2014 11:03pm
Swimming Through the Everglades
One gasping breath and I propel myself into the murky water. Another day filled with clouds, but I don't care, I like not seeing what God is doing with my life. Each stroke intensifies, alligators and all sorts of creatures swim past as if to reach me but I know they are not aware of my existence, no one is. I'm a ghost among the society of the living which does not accept spirits like me....and you.
612 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2014 4:28am
28th Jun 2014 4:28am
The Perfect Day
Wake up early because I didn't want to miss one second, one minute or hour and it was so worth it. I've always had shitty birthdays, the parents would fight and I would be left to my own devices in my room. This time though we had a great feast and my close friends attended and I actually got some decent presents.First some breakfast at Hardies, best chicken sandwich of my life. Then Guitar Center to jam out with a pink fender I've wanted forever. A very special guy got me to fall in love with him all over again. I laughed and wept and I got chocolate. I know this isn't a poem but I needed...
789 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 11:54pm
26th Jun 2014 11:54pm
Sixteen Hours Until Someone dies
16 hours
54 minutes
50 seconds and counting
16 hours until they get the knife
54 minutes until they end a life
50 seconds until my life starts
10 hours until I am an old aristocrat
15 minutes until I end that girls life
6 seconds until I kill with my knife
5 hours until we form a bond
10 minutes until her soul vanishes
3 seconds until my soul flourishes
2 seconds and she gets weak in the knees
1 second and I am on my feet....
I am exhumed
54 minutes
50 seconds and counting
16 hours until they get the knife
54 minutes until they end a life
50 seconds until my life starts
10 hours until I am an old aristocrat
15 minutes until I end that girls life
6 seconds until I kill with my knife
5 hours until we form a bond
10 minutes until her soul vanishes
3 seconds until my soul flourishes
2 seconds and she gets weak in the knees
1 second and I am on my feet....
I am exhumed
612 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 5:33am
26th Jun 2014 5:33am
Eve Before the Birth
The dreaded eve before my birth and my world is going out of control as I approach the anniversary of my death....
The parents fight, the dog just went blind, someone might be knocked up, and I'm sitting in my new dress waiting to disappear.
These ghosts in my pantry just want a bite to eat and I feed them even though I'm starving myself to look pretty. Because skinny is pretty and beauty is everything. I want to be pretty in my dress. I'm crying. I feel fucked. I need to get fucked up. Fuck.
The parents fight, the dog just went blind, someone might be knocked up, and I'm sitting in my new dress waiting to disappear.
These ghosts in my pantry just want a bite to eat and I feed them even though I'm starving myself to look pretty. Because skinny is pretty and beauty is everything. I want to be pretty in my dress. I'm crying. I feel fucked. I need to get fucked up. Fuck.
900 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 10:14pm
25th Jun 2014 10:14pm
Pancakes In the Closet
Typing and writing and wiping away
Pancakes always wants his way
The outside world can have it's light
Darkness never causes a blight
Poetry as true as his life
Life everyday is his fight
Depression with so much condescension
Having comprehension of his fourth dimension
Making it day by day without a friend
Look up Cakes I'm here to mend
Pancakes always wants his way
The outside world can have it's light
Darkness never causes a blight
Poetry as true as his life
Life everyday is his fight
Depression with so much condescension
Having comprehension of his fourth dimension
Making it day by day without a friend
Look up Cakes I'm here to mend
608 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jun 2014 7:33am
25th Jun 2014 7:33am
2:31 in the morning
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Is there anyone, anyone I can talk to?
The eyes are awake and so is the sky
Is there anyone who can stop by
Just to talk, not to fan girl
I'm not drunk, I swear
Is there anyone to talk to?
It's a miracle I'm awake and I swear it's true
I just want someone to talk to.
Violets are blue
Is there anyone, anyone I can talk to?
The eyes are awake and so is the sky
Is there anyone who can stop by
Just to talk, not to fan girl
I'm not drunk, I swear
Is there anyone to talk to?
It's a miracle I'm awake and I swear it's true
I just want someone to talk to.
645 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by LizB
