Submissions by Mrs_Sin (Lillith)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I see, I hear, I experience, am inspired, start writing, sit back, and wonder when I stopped being in control of the words...
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2010 1:58am
8th Oct 2010 1:58am
Pillow Talk
So now all I can think about is how it feels when you bite me, and how it feels when I return the favour.
I enjoy the taste of your skin, your sweat, enjoy feeling the tiniest of
pulses fluttering through your skin as I pull on your flesh
I'm getting excited at the thought of holding your head tightly against mine
when we kiss, and running a sharpened nail down the side of your face
while biting your lip
I can remember the way you are in perfect detail
that half-smile you have that means you're the happiest man alive right now
the tattoo...
I enjoy the taste of your skin, your sweat, enjoy feeling the tiniest of
pulses fluttering through your skin as I pull on your flesh
I'm getting excited at the thought of holding your head tightly against mine
when we kiss, and running a sharpened nail down the side of your face
while biting your lip
I can remember the way you are in perfect detail
that half-smile you have that means you're the happiest man alive right now
the tattoo...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2010 11:48pm
7th Oct 2010 11:48pm
Bandages Made Easy
I wonder how my arms would have looked
Covered and criss-crossed with bandages
Rather than punctured with Elastoplast?
I wonder what other people would have seen
If my arms were covered and criss-crossed with bandages
Rather than punctured with Elastoplast
That only fell off anyway?
I wonder if the rumours would have differed
If, having seen, people drew other conclusions
From my arms covered and criss-crossed in bandages
Rather than haphazardly punctured with Elastoplast
That only peeled and fell off anyway?
I wonder how my skin...
Covered and criss-crossed with bandages
Rather than punctured with Elastoplast?
I wonder what other people would have seen
If my arms were covered and criss-crossed with bandages
Rather than punctured with Elastoplast
That only fell off anyway?
I wonder if the rumours would have differed
If, having seen, people drew other conclusions
From my arms covered and criss-crossed in bandages
Rather than haphazardly punctured with Elastoplast
That only peeled and fell off anyway?
I wonder how my skin...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2010 12:09pm
7th Oct 2010 12:09pm
Promises
I can’t promise that I will be with you forever;
I don’t want to live that long.
I can’t promise that I’ll love you with all of my heart;
A lot of my heart is dead.
I can’t promise I’ll stay the person I am now;
I don’t really know who I am.
I can’t promise you’ll love me forever,
Because I can’t promise I’ll always be the person you fell in love with.
I can’t promise you’ll never leave me,
Because I can’t promise to live forever to love you that long.
I can’t promise you’ll find happiness with me;
Because I can’t promise to love you with a...
I don’t want to live that long.
I can’t promise that I’ll love you with all of my heart;
A lot of my heart is dead.
I can’t promise I’ll stay the person I am now;
I don’t really know who I am.
I can’t promise you’ll love me forever,
Because I can’t promise I’ll always be the person you fell in love with.
I can’t promise you’ll never leave me,
Because I can’t promise to live forever to love you that long.
I can’t promise you’ll find happiness with me;
Because I can’t promise to love you with a...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2010 10:35pm
2nd Oct 2010 10:35pm
'She' is synonymous with 'me'
So it’s happened again
Stood by the cooker, thinking
Maybe I can do it this time
Food tantalisingly telling her
This is the right thing, good girl
She tucks in, appetite
Slamming back into her,
A friend she hasn’t seen for so long
I missed you
She murmurs, soup warming her inside out
Things are always too good to be true;
Once again it slid down the drain
After she ate a quarter too much and had to
Leave half, pouring it away like so much dishwater
This is the right thing, good girl
That perfect, beautiful voice in...
Stood by the cooker, thinking
Maybe I can do it this time
Food tantalisingly telling her
This is the right thing, good girl
She tucks in, appetite
Slamming back into her,
A friend she hasn’t seen for so long
I missed you
She murmurs, soup warming her inside out
Things are always too good to be true;
Once again it slid down the drain
After she ate a quarter too much and had to
Leave half, pouring it away like so much dishwater
This is the right thing, good girl
That perfect, beautiful voice in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2010 11:08am
1st Oct 2010 11:08am
Fallen Angel
I’ve never believed in angels, but you’ve fallen into my life with a resounding thump, teaching me that angels are not only real, but that they are also capable of falling.
(you didn’t come from heaven; you’re too perfect for me and too wrong for there)
For a long time I just watched as you lay there in your tears, wings fading and melting into the rain that murmured it’s empty pity and hollow apologies.
(I love to stroke your wings and set you shivering, do you know that?)
I helped you up, washed off the blood (was it all yours?) and kissed your wounds...
(you didn’t come from heaven; you’re too perfect for me and too wrong for there)
For a long time I just watched as you lay there in your tears, wings fading and melting into the rain that murmured it’s empty pity and hollow apologies.
(I love to stroke your wings and set you shivering, do you know that?)
I helped you up, washed off the blood (was it all yours?) and kissed your wounds...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2010 11:34pm
28th Sep 2010 11:34pm
Sweet Nothings
I’d like to take you in my arms, and crush the sadness out of you.
I’d like to kiss away your tears and drink your sorrow deep.
I’d like to tell you that nothing bad can get you now.
I’d like to be the one to shelter you from all your worldly pains.
I’d like to murmur promises that I will keep you forever.
There’s only a few miles separating us; can you hear my heart beating for you?
I’d like to kiss away your tears and drink your sorrow deep.
I’d like to tell you that nothing bad can get you now.
I’d like to be the one to shelter you from all your worldly pains.
I’d like to murmur promises that I will keep you forever.
There’s only a few miles separating us; can you hear my heart beating for you?
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2010 11:42pm
26th Sep 2010 11:42pm
Poisoned
I am going to kiss you now, and poison you with desire.
The emotion will seep into your bloodstream with all the
subtlety of a sledgehammer to your forehead;
Brutal.
Crushing.
I’ll catch you when you stagger back, and we’ll fall
together.
I don’t know how far, but I’ve still got hold of you.
Your walls are falling with us, crumbling from the inside
out, bricks and mortar nothing but dust around us.
I think I’m falling into your eyes…
Strange; I thought I was the one that poisoned you.
The emotion will seep into your bloodstream with all the
subtlety of a sledgehammer to your forehead;
Brutal.
Crushing.
I’ll catch you when you stagger back, and we’ll fall
together.
I don’t know how far, but I’ve still got hold of you.
Your walls are falling with us, crumbling from the inside
out, bricks and mortar nothing but dust around us.
I think I’m falling into your eyes…
Strange; I thought I was the one that poisoned you.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2010 10:47pm
26th Sep 2010 10:47pm
Cover it up
Did you know it’s lying to you?
Did you know that it’s not your friend
That it secretly hates you?
Did you know it isn’t fixed?
Did you know it can bend and twist
And throw you into distortion?
Don’t trust the mirror, my dear;
It’s plotting with the TV and the magazines
And turning your own mind against you.
Don’t trust the mirror, dear;
It belongs in the funhouse.
Hateful bastard.
Did you know that it’s not your friend
That it secretly hates you?
Did you know it isn’t fixed?
Did you know it can bend and twist
And throw you into distortion?
Don’t trust the mirror, my dear;
It’s plotting with the TV and the magazines
And turning your own mind against you.
Don’t trust the mirror, dear;
It belongs in the funhouse.
Hateful bastard.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2010 00:14am
23rd Sep 2010 00:14am
I Need You
My imagination has always been more graphic than most, but the idea of you redecorating a wall with the contents of your skull is in no way as upsetting as
[the idea that Dad lay broken into pieces before he died]
the idea of your feet off the ground with your neck horribly stretched and your face stained black from the blood that couldn’t escape
[it’s always trying to reach the surface, that’s why knives are there so that we don’t become too swollen]
from your beauty because you really are so fucking beautiful like the scars that decorate...
[the idea that Dad lay broken into pieces before he died]
the idea of your feet off the ground with your neck horribly stretched and your face stained black from the blood that couldn’t escape
[it’s always trying to reach the surface, that’s why knives are there so that we don’t become too swollen]
from your beauty because you really are so fucking beautiful like the scars that decorate...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2010 00:58am
21st Sep 2010 00:58am
Delegation of responsibility
There’s a fluffy teddy/dog/something in the corner of my room.
Mr Fluffy doesn’t really like you.
I used to tell him everything, you see; I used to keep him up to date on how I was feeling, whether I needed a fluffy cuddle, or a fluffy shoulder to cry on.
I used to hurt him terribly and throw him around the room, and he always forgave me and told me I could do it again if I needed to.
Mr Fluffy wants to know what you have that he doesn’t.
You see, I’ve realised that I can treat you in exactly the same way I treat Mr Fluffy.
You’re always available...
Mr Fluffy doesn’t really like you.
I used to tell him everything, you see; I used to keep him up to date on how I was feeling, whether I needed a fluffy cuddle, or a fluffy shoulder to cry on.
I used to hurt him terribly and throw him around the room, and he always forgave me and told me I could do it again if I needed to.
Mr Fluffy wants to know what you have that he doesn’t.
You see, I’ve realised that I can treat you in exactly the same way I treat Mr Fluffy.
You’re always available...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2010 1:27pm
13th Sep 2010 1:27pm
You can't write a riddle when you're crazy
I keep feeling loneliness catch in my throat;
Who’d have thought a smile was so much work?
I’m hovering between crashing through rock bottom
Or just shattering my feelings and lying here perfectly numb.
I’m not numb, but rock bottom is already miles above me;
Who handed me the shovel anyway?
All I can think of is the emptiness that awaits me
Everything is empty, everything is alone and lonely and
abandoned…
How do you know if those ghosts actually live with you?
They use the showers while they haunt you.
This shovel is really heavy; it’s...
Who’d have thought a smile was so much work?
I’m hovering between crashing through rock bottom
Or just shattering my feelings and lying here perfectly numb.
I’m not numb, but rock bottom is already miles above me;
Who handed me the shovel anyway?
All I can think of is the emptiness that awaits me
Everything is empty, everything is alone and lonely and
abandoned…
How do you know if those ghosts actually live with you?
They use the showers while they haunt you.
This shovel is really heavy; it’s...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2010 5:26pm
12th Sep 2010 5:26pm
My Pain
Pain is beautiful.
I am not sick.
I am not ‘wrong’ in any way.
‘Messed up’ is something you cannot point at me without
pointing it at yourself.
Stop judging me based on my beauty.
Stop trying to take my beauty away.
I am not sick.
I am not ‘wrong’ in any way.
‘Messed up’ is something you cannot point at me without
pointing it at yourself.
Stop judging me based on my beauty.
Stop trying to take my beauty away.
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