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...
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2010 11:23pm
8th Apr 2010 11:23pm
Selfish
I am all that you see; I am all that you want me to be.’
Of all the lyrics I have ever heard, this resonates with me a lot. Possibly the most meaningful line of a song I’ve ever heard. To me, personally.
Because I am. I wear everything about me on the outside and no-one sees it there, they assume it’s an act, a façade, a clever little character I’ve composed to entertain them while they ponder at what lies beneath…
Well, I’m going to tell you now, what lies beneath (metaphorically speaking) is this:
...
Of all the lyrics I have ever heard, this resonates with me a lot. Possibly the most meaningful line of a song I’ve ever heard. To me, personally.
Because I am. I wear everything about me on the outside and no-one sees it there, they assume it’s an act, a façade, a clever little character I’ve composed to entertain them while they ponder at what lies beneath…
Well, I’m going to tell you now, what lies beneath (metaphorically speaking) is this:
...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2010 10:07pm
24th Mar 2010 10:07pm
To One Who is Lost...
Dear one lost
You’re beautiful, and a much nicer person than you give yourself credit for.
Dear one lost
When you fall, the trick is to pick yourself back up and laugh through the pain.
Dear one lost
I can’t understand why you’re so bitter, please, won’t you tell me?
Dear one lost
You should find your own personality; stop copying me.
Dear one lost
I don’t know you any more, and I wish you’d go away.
Dear one lost
The glass will always separate us, and it’s about time you accepted that.
...
You’re beautiful, and a much nicer person than you give yourself credit for.
Dear one lost
When you fall, the trick is to pick yourself back up and laugh through the pain.
Dear one lost
I can’t understand why you’re so bitter, please, won’t you tell me?
Dear one lost
You should find your own personality; stop copying me.
Dear one lost
I don’t know you any more, and I wish you’d go away.
Dear one lost
The glass will always separate us, and it’s about time you accepted that.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2010 9:15pm
21st Mar 2010 9:15pm
Define me
Schizophrenia: any of several psychotic disorders characterised by distortions of TIME and disturbances of thought and language and withdrawal from social contact.
What did you say? Yes you did, I heard you… Shut up! I’m not crazy! Stop it! SHUT UP!
Psychosis: any severe mental disorder in which contact with TIME is lost or highly distorted.
The trees are dancing with the bricks in the wall… Fraternising with the enemy, Romeo and Juliet…
Distortion: a change for the worst
Bad blood…
TIME: That which is TIME; and actual existence;...
What did you say? Yes you did, I heard you… Shut up! I’m not crazy! Stop it! SHUT UP!
Psychosis: any severe mental disorder in which contact with TIME is lost or highly distorted.
The trees are dancing with the bricks in the wall… Fraternising with the enemy, Romeo and Juliet…
Distortion: a change for the worst
Bad blood…
TIME: That which is TIME; and actual existence;...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2010 9:10pm
21st Mar 2010 9:10pm
I can't breathe
My dress is too tight
My shoes pinch
My hair pulls at my scalp
I can’t breathe
This is appalling perfection.
Fake smiles everywhere;
My own cheeks ache
I don’t belong here
I can’t breathe
I don’t want to be a wannabe
Hitch the skirt up
Run, it doesn’t matter where
Any refuge is good
I need to breathe
My eyes find the tree
Plot the way out
My hands find the branches
And follow my eyes’ map
My feet try to follow
Frustrated by ridiculous shoes
God, these shoes...
My shoes pinch
My hair pulls at my scalp
I can’t breathe
This is appalling perfection.
Fake smiles everywhere;
My own cheeks ache
I don’t belong here
I can’t breathe
I don’t want to be a wannabe
Hitch the skirt up
Run, it doesn’t matter where
Any refuge is good
I need to breathe
My eyes find the tree
Plot the way out
My hands find the branches
And follow my eyes’ map
My feet try to follow
Frustrated by ridiculous shoes
God, these shoes...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2010 8:24pm
3rd Mar 2010 8:24pm
Well, how are things in heaven?
Well, how are things in heaven? Did you find everyone alright? Did they find you? How does that work, anyway? Are you told when loved ones will arrive so that you can go and wait for them, like meeting them at the train station? Or do you just wander around and wait?
How is Kay? And Aunty Mai, and Mike? Are they all happy? Are you happy?
I’m writing to you because you’ve been gone the longest; I don’t remember much, but I still miss you. I remember pushing between Kay and Nana to run to you and climb on your lap; that memory is as clear as day, and never fails to make me...
How is Kay? And Aunty Mai, and Mike? Are they all happy? Are you happy?
I’m writing to you because you’ve been gone the longest; I don’t remember much, but I still miss you. I remember pushing between Kay and Nana to run to you and climb on your lap; that memory is as clear as day, and never fails to make me...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2010 11:49am
27th Feb 2010 11:49am
Invisible Love
I can sit and watch the laughter crease your face without intruding in your world
I can dry your tears as well as your friends, you just don’t know it
My shoulder is always ready if you need someone to lean on, I can carry you
My mental camera captures all, treasured in the album of my mind
Your face is all I see in my dreams
Yet your eyes flicker past me
I monitor your breath, your heart
Better than any life-support machine
But my tender efforts are wasted on you
I will hold out; I know you’ll find me eventually
There, she’s broken your heart...
I can dry your tears as well as your friends, you just don’t know it
My shoulder is always ready if you need someone to lean on, I can carry you
My mental camera captures all, treasured in the album of my mind
Your face is all I see in my dreams
Yet your eyes flicker past me
I monitor your breath, your heart
Better than any life-support machine
But my tender efforts are wasted on you
I will hold out; I know you’ll find me eventually
There, she’s broken your heart...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 8:13pm
26th Feb 2010 8:13pm
Focus
Hard to
Focus
Give me
Pain
Let me
Bleed
Leave me
Alone
* * *
My mind is
Gone
Again
Focus
Give me
Pain
Let me
Bleed
Leave me
Alone
* * *
My mind is
Gone
Again
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2010 5:10pm
23rd Feb 2010 5:10pm
Tennis Lines
Faded and forlorn
Forgotten, worn away
The paint lies on the tarmac
Waiting for the day
When scores of little children
Come here once again
Clamouring and shouting
Ready for a game
But the paint is slowly slipping
We’re forgetting that it’s there
But it remembers games of tennis
Played when days were fair.
Forgotten, worn away
The paint lies on the tarmac
Waiting for the day
When scores of little children
Come here once again
Clamouring and shouting
Ready for a game
But the paint is slowly slipping
We’re forgetting that it’s there
But it remembers games of tennis
Played when days were fair.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 8:18am
22nd Feb 2010 8:18am
Nothing
That spot just behind my head
Where there is nothing
Is waiting for me.
I turn, and there’s the familiar settings of my room
But that spot, just behind my head;
Nothing is there.
Not hair
Not oxygen
Nitrogen
Carbon Dioxide
No gases
No thoughts
No ideas
Nothing
That spot just behind my head
Isn’t aware
But still, it waits
It is waiting for me to stop
For my heart to shudder
For my lungs to gasp
For my eyes to glaze
For my relatives to weep
That spot just behind my head...
Where there is nothing
Is waiting for me.
I turn, and there’s the familiar settings of my room
But that spot, just behind my head;
Nothing is there.
Not hair
Not oxygen
Nitrogen
Carbon Dioxide
No gases
No thoughts
No ideas
Nothing
That spot just behind my head
Isn’t aware
But still, it waits
It is waiting for me to stop
For my heart to shudder
For my lungs to gasp
For my eyes to glaze
For my relatives to weep
That spot just behind my head...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 8:16am
22nd Feb 2010 8:16am
I think I enjoyed the Party...
I think I enjoyed the Party?
I mean, it was emotional
And rather loud as well.
(Aren’t you going to introduce us?)
I think I enjoyed the Party…
I can’t remember his name
Or that I was even invited…
(I didn’t know I was coming until now)
I think I enjoyed the Party
It was one mad adrenaline rush
Or was that just the alcohol?
(Thanks, I’d love a drink)
I think I enjoyed the Party
Even though I didn’t know
Who, what, why, where, when
(I don’t feel very good)
I think I enjoyed the Party...
I mean, it was emotional
And rather loud as well.
(Aren’t you going to introduce us?)
I think I enjoyed the Party…
I can’t remember his name
Or that I was even invited…
(I didn’t know I was coming until now)
I think I enjoyed the Party
It was one mad adrenaline rush
Or was that just the alcohol?
(Thanks, I’d love a drink)
I think I enjoyed the Party
Even though I didn’t know
Who, what, why, where, when
(I don’t feel very good)
I think I enjoyed the Party...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2010 11:50pm
21st Feb 2010 11:50pm
Dear You
Dear You
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
Do you remember all the times I told you that?
Do you remember telling me that?
Do you remember meaning it, and then not meaning it?
Do you remember not telling me?
Do you remember the laughter, the good times?
Do you remember the tears, and the support?
Do you remember how one faded and the other grew?
Do you remember when I tried to do the...
I hate you.
It’s such a simple phrase, but it’s so hard to put any real emotion behind it.
In that respect, it is exactly like ‘I love you.’
Do you remember all the times I told you that?
Do you remember telling me that?
Do you remember meaning it, and then not meaning it?
Do you remember not telling me?
Do you remember the laughter, the good times?
Do you remember the tears, and the support?
Do you remember how one faded and the other grew?
Do you remember when I tried to do the...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 2:47pm
10th Jan 2010 2:47pm
Psychiatrist
So you think you know me?
You sit across from me with a smile
And a mental book of Psychology
Turns pages in your mind.
So you think you know me?
You don’t.
You can’t SEE me.
You are reading the wrong book
And the pages are
Backwards
Upside-down
You are reading a book while I’m playing a game.
You don’t have the right rules
I break them all anyway
I can dance around you in ever-changing patterns and never tire
This is all just so much
FUN
For me
Because I’m making a mockery of you
Of the people that sent me...
You sit across from me with a smile
And a mental book of Psychology
Turns pages in your mind.
So you think you know me?
You don’t.
You can’t SEE me.
You are reading the wrong book
And the pages are
Backwards
Upside-down
You are reading a book while I’m playing a game.
You don’t have the right rules
I break them all anyway
I can dance around you in ever-changing patterns and never tire
This is all just so much
FUN
For me
Because I’m making a mockery of you
Of the people that sent me...
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