Submissions by LostGirl18
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My scars are my beauty and my words are the gateway into my soul.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2019 3:47pm
9th Oct 2019 3:47pm
It's a wonderful morning.
I’m at work.
My breath smells of coffee and overripe mangoes.
She talks to me, feverishly flailing her hands in the air.
"And then she dropped it on my foot!"
Her eyes are wide with exasperation.
What on earth does this woman want?
I smile, nod.
Her words listlessly elude me.
I tuck my hair behind my ear like a little girl.
Expectations and demands of the day are in front of me..
and I sense I am smiling from the depths of my soul.
He says: “Love is still ours for the...
My breath smells of coffee and overripe mangoes.
She talks to me, feverishly flailing her hands in the air.
"And then she dropped it on my foot!"
Her eyes are wide with exasperation.
What on earth does this woman want?
I smile, nod.
Her words listlessly elude me.
I tuck my hair behind my ear like a little girl.
Expectations and demands of the day are in front of me..
and I sense I am smiling from the depths of my soul.
He says: “Love is still ours for the...
#love
658 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2019 9:20pm
7th Oct 2019 9:20pm
Artificial desire.
He wants a muse.
..for his use.
He never wanted
me.
..for his use.
He never wanted
me.
#obsession
727 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2019 8:30pm
7th Oct 2019 8:30pm
They never stay.
When a man states "I care" and "I'm here" .. it's only temporary.
I am ONLY his..
temporary
fix..
and cheap thrill..
for what's been missing in his
life.
I'm no loss of yours if you
never wanted me to stay to begin with..
except on your ...
I am ONLY his..
temporary
fix..
and cheap thrill..
for what's been missing in his
life.
I'm no loss of yours if you
never wanted me to stay to begin with..
except on your ...
#MovingOn
735 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 1:04am
6th Oct 2019 1:04am
Breaking point.
#happiness
#relationships
#marriage
#lover
#ForbiddenLove
862 reads
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2019 10:53pm
4th Oct 2019 10:53pm
Hassle free
The gentleman hands me my wine.
“You’re all about self care, aren’t you, honey?”
“If I don’t take care of me, who else will?”
“That’s what husbands are for, sweetheart.”
“I forewent the engagement ring this year.”
“I see.”
He coughs.
There is a brief pause.
“I’ve decided to get new tits this June, instead.” I offer.
His eyes go wide.
...
“You’re all about self care, aren’t you, honey?”
“If I don’t take care of me, who else will?”
“That’s what husbands are for, sweetheart.”
“I forewent the engagement ring this year.”
“I see.”
He coughs.
There is a brief pause.
“I’ve decided to get new tits this June, instead.” I offer.
His eyes go wide.
...
#myself
783 reads
13 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2019 2:57am
4th Oct 2019 2:57am
Late night cravings.
Music thumps in my ears.
Deejay Lex is here.
Need a hit.
Don’t want to feel my fingers.
Don’t want to feel my face.
Give me a drink.
I’ll forget the taste.
I want to dial your number.
Get myself a fix.
I’m feeling sexy.
Damn..I need a hit.
Glasses clink.
Men stare.
I’m alone.
You’re not here.
Stupid, girl.
Hold out for better days.
Find a man..
..who will change your ways.
Deejay Lex is here.
Need a hit.
Don’t want to feel my fingers.
Don’t want to feel my face.
Give me a drink.
I’ll forget the taste.
I want to dial your number.
Get myself a fix.
I’m feeling sexy.
Damn..I need a hit.
Glasses clink.
Men stare.
I’m alone.
You’re not here.
Stupid, girl.
Hold out for better days.
Find a man..
..who will change your ways.
#confessional
701 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Sep 2019 10:29pm
29th Sep 2019 10:29pm
A letter to my lover.
Dearest, V.
We've both lived to see another day.
When it'll stop..
I just don't know.
Perhaps, it will be a brighter day, darling.
Yesterday, I had a bad case of the "mean reds” I'm afraid.
It's a slippery slope into the emptiness, my dear.
I pull my trench coat tighter...
We've both lived to see another day.
When it'll stop..
I just don't know.
Perhaps, it will be a brighter day, darling.
Yesterday, I had a bad case of the "mean reds” I'm afraid.
It's a slippery slope into the emptiness, my dear.
I pull my trench coat tighter...
#death
844 reads
31 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2019 4:01am
29th Sep 2019 4:01am
Remember
My beauty is one thing I intend to leave behind.
For what it's worth.
Time is finite.
As are we.
When I knock on your door.. remember.. I was there.
I left you the very best of me.
Love,
LostGirl
For what it's worth.
Time is finite.
As are we.
When I knock on your door.. remember.. I was there.
I left you the very best of me.
Love,
LostGirl
#death
652 reads
DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2019 2:55pm
18th Sep 2019 2:55pm
Confession
Sometimes I fantasize about being strung out
for days inside your condo.
Lying there, lucidly, in a muddled stupor.
The taffeta bed sheets stick to my skin.
In a haze, my heavy armor -
sweat drenched and discarded.
You soothe the ridges of my furrowed brow
as soft utterances of tender sweet nothings
escape from your parched lips.
“I’ll marry...
for days inside your condo.
Lying there, lucidly, in a muddled stupor.
The taffeta bed sheets stick to my skin.
In a haze, my heavy armor -
sweat drenched and discarded.
You soothe the ridges of my furrowed brow
as soft utterances of tender sweet nothings
escape from your parched lips.
“I’ll marry...
#confessional
1155 reads
40 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Sep 2019 1:01am
15th Sep 2019 1:01am
At the bar.
Act I, Scene II:
LostGirl enters a noisy restaurant. Saunters up to the bar. Orders a strawberry daiquiri.
As she peers through the crowd, LostGirl notices a man across from her starring.
The phone begins to vibrate. LostGirl opens up her purse, searching frantically.
A dialogue begins.
...
LostGirl enters a noisy restaurant. Saunters up to the bar. Orders a strawberry daiquiri.
As she peers through the crowd, LostGirl notices a man across from her starring.
The phone begins to vibrate. LostGirl opens up her purse, searching frantically.
A dialogue begins.
...
#ShortStory
983 reads
47 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
5th Sep 2019 00:08am
Now and not then.
Dearest V.
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
...
#SelfDiscovery
989 reads
51 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 4:59pm
31st Aug 2019 4:59pm
A stark observation.
Miss you my dear!
You are so fun to hang out with!
Sometimes I’m concerned about you...
I really hope you’re taking care of yourself.
I know you’ve been through a lot in life...
You’re a beautiful, special person!
Do not forget that, LostGirl.
..I awake to these messages.
It feels like they do not trust me alone.
It feels like suicide watch.
You are so fun to hang out with!
Sometimes I’m concerned about you...
I really hope you’re taking care of yourself.
I know you’ve been through a lot in life...
You’re a beautiful, special person!
Do not forget that, LostGirl.
..I awake to these messages.
It feels like they do not trust me alone.
It feels like suicide watch.
#confessional
914 reads
27 Comments
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