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...
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2010 11:41pm
8th Jan 2010 11:41pm
Ink
There is red ink all over my arms
Scarlet paint is splashed across my belly
And crimson dye runs in rivulets down my legs.
I'd better take my clothes off;
Red is such a difficult stain to remove.
Good thing skin doesn't stain easily.
My body is my canvas
It's beautiful artwork, don't you think?
Vivid
Emotive
Striking
Darn.
There's red on my jeans.
After the red has been applied
I smooth a white varnish over the top
Which quickly dries to invisible
Like glue
But not.
...
Scarlet paint is splashed across my belly
And crimson dye runs in rivulets down my legs.
I'd better take my clothes off;
Red is such a difficult stain to remove.
Good thing skin doesn't stain easily.
My body is my canvas
It's beautiful artwork, don't you think?
Vivid
Emotive
Striking
Darn.
There's red on my jeans.
After the red has been applied
I smooth a white varnish over the top
Which quickly dries to invisible
Like glue
But not.
...
978 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 5:37pm
5th Jan 2010 5:37pm
Heart and Mind
The mind thinks. The heart feels.
Which one breaks?
The mind is presented with a situation, and analyses it from every angle, weighing up pro's, cons, advantages and disadvantages, every possible outcome of the decision made in response to that situation.
The heart shuts its eyes and points in the direction that feels right.
Who to listen to?
Do they even know what they're talking about?
The mind could be fragile, its logic not as sound as it thinks.
The heart could be scared, unwilling to deviate from familiarity.
Can...
Which one breaks?
The mind is presented with a situation, and analyses it from every angle, weighing up pro's, cons, advantages and disadvantages, every possible outcome of the decision made in response to that situation.
The heart shuts its eyes and points in the direction that feels right.
Who to listen to?
Do they even know what they're talking about?
The mind could be fragile, its logic not as sound as it thinks.
The heart could be scared, unwilling to deviate from familiarity.
Can...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 5:34pm
5th Jan 2010 5:34pm
Violence
My mind is gone from me. Gone, and all that's left is this mindless, meaningless rage. I want to hurt people, I want to punch them, because the idea of stabbing them is too clean… A swift, precise incision, enter and exit and end. Blows are slow and brutal, and can go on forever depending on strength and stamina. I have neither unless I am enraged.
I am not enraged.
I am enraged.
I am destructive. I want to hit walls and kick holes in doors and break bones.
Once I start, its difficult to stop.
She is prevention as well as protection.
She is sword and shield and...
I am not enraged.
I am enraged.
I am destructive. I want to hit walls and kick holes in doors and break bones.
Once I start, its difficult to stop.
She is prevention as well as protection.
She is sword and shield and...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Dec 2009 10:21am
15th Dec 2009 10:21am
Hyde and Seek
Sarah came through the door as quietly as she could, swiping at the tears on her face with the back of her hand. She needed to get in the shower before Mum saw her, because if Mum saw the state she was in, that would be it. Letters to the school, letters to his parents, letters to the police. The cycle would start all over again. It never did anything. Sure, he left her alone for a while, but it was never permanent.
There. The door shut without a sound. Now, if she could just get in the shower, wash the dogshit out of her hair, the ink off her face. Damnation! There was ink all...
There. The door shut without a sound. Now, if she could just get in the shower, wash the dogshit out of her hair, the ink off her face. Damnation! There was ink all...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Dec 2009 10:06am
15th Dec 2009 10:06am
Children (Radio Script)
MOTHER: (HOLLOW VOICE) Children need discipline. I love my Children, but without discipline they become uncontrollable. Discipline is necessary in order to prevent chaos and anarchy. True, to me they are only Children, but Children always grow up, and if they grow up with the wrong ideas, who knows what could happen? They need to be controlled.
(STATIC IN BACKGROUND, AS ON A BADLY TUNED RADIO OR TV)
I watch my Children all the time. Children need to be watched to make sure they behave. I reward good behaviour, punish bad. The system is faultless. Some of my Children hate me…...
(STATIC IN BACKGROUND, AS ON A BADLY TUNED RADIO OR TV)
I watch my Children all the time. Children need to be watched to make sure they behave. I reward good behaviour, punish bad. The system is faultless. Some of my Children hate me…...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 5:17pm
14th Dec 2009 5:17pm
Remembering
Castles remember
And
Tell tales
Listen!
The chivalrous shouting
Battle cries
As
They charge
Listen!
The musketeer firing
Screaming out
As
He falls
Listen!
The cannon booming
Falling silent
As
Men die
Listen!
Tourists’ babble
Growing loud
As
Memories fade
Castles remember
And
Tell tales.
And
Tell tales
Listen!
The chivalrous shouting
Battle cries
As
They charge
Listen!
The musketeer firing
Screaming out
As
He falls
Listen!
The cannon booming
Falling silent
As
Men die
Listen!
Tourists’ babble
Growing loud
As
Memories fade
Castles remember
And
Tell tales.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 11:03pm
13th Dec 2009 11:03pm
Broken
You want my heart
Cut it out, take it.
Tear it apart
When it suits.
You’re after my soul
Reach in and steal it
Dumped in a hole
When you’re done.
My body you crave
Reach out and touch it
Make it feel pain
When you’re bored.
I’ve given you most
Yet no love returned
So turn round and go -
Leave me broken.
Cut it out, take it.
Tear it apart
When it suits.
You’re after my soul
Reach in and steal it
Dumped in a hole
When you’re done.
My body you crave
Reach out and touch it
Make it feel pain
When you’re bored.
I’ve given you most
Yet no love returned
So turn round and go -
Leave me broken.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 2:46pm
11th Dec 2009 2:46pm
Forget
Sew your eyes shut, just forget
Beauty in a rainy day
Winter’s lilies even purer
Hold them in your eyes, forget.
Sew your eyes shut, just forget
Forget their faces,
Friends, crushes, lovers, family:
Just strangers with a smile
Sew your eyes shut, just forget.
Beauty in a rainy day
Winter’s lilies even purer
Hold them in your eyes, forget.
Sew your eyes shut, just forget
Forget their faces,
Friends, crushes, lovers, family:
Just strangers with a smile
Sew your eyes shut, just forget.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 2:43pm
11th Dec 2009 2:43pm
Voices
That familiar lullaby
Playing the night through
A cacophony of voices
When there’s really only two.
Maternal and Paternal
Fight like cat and dog
Poison clouds the air here
Thick as sulphurous smog.
Deafness what I’d pray for
Wishing for an end
Why couldn’t they be nice?
What was wrong with being friends?
Shutting out the voices
Into my pillow I cried
And then, four months later
Paternity went and died.
Five years he’s been dead
Yet I still hear them shout
Every November
When his death day comes...
Playing the night through
A cacophony of voices
When there’s really only two.
Maternal and Paternal
Fight like cat and dog
Poison clouds the air here
Thick as sulphurous smog.
Deafness what I’d pray for
Wishing for an end
Why couldn’t they be nice?
What was wrong with being friends?
Shutting out the voices
Into my pillow I cried
And then, four months later
Paternity went and died.
Five years he’s been dead
Yet I still hear them shout
Every November
When his death day comes...
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1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Dec 2009 1:17pm
10th Dec 2009 1:17pm
Sad But True (Script)
Insane adj. Not of sound mind; mad.”
“Crazy adj. colloq. Insane or mad”
What is insanity? What causes the descent into madness, a journey we all fear? Does insanity exist, or is it just people desperate for attention? And when we are finally labelled as ‘mentally unstable’, is that when we find out who our true friends are?
A young girl, with a single friend. A young girl needing to see a psychiatrist. Her friend who thinks it’s a waste of time.
Is she insane because she needs professional help? Or is she just misunderstood, and alone as a result?
...
“Crazy adj. colloq. Insane or mad”
What is insanity? What causes the descent into madness, a journey we all fear? Does insanity exist, or is it just people desperate for attention? And when we are finally labelled as ‘mentally unstable’, is that when we find out who our true friends are?
A young girl, with a single friend. A young girl needing to see a psychiatrist. Her friend who thinks it’s a waste of time.
Is she insane because she needs professional help? Or is she just misunderstood, and alone as a result?
...
1664 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2009 00:45am
10th Dec 2009 00:45am
Comfort
Wrap me warm
And hold me tight
In your arms
I’ll sleep tonight.
A dreamless night
What a gift!
You keep me safe
While I drift
In the knowledge
That you’re there
Warming through
My cold despair
Making flesh
My heart of stone
Rubbing out
The word ‘alone’
That chases me
Wherever I go
But now its gone
So now I know
That you are there
You’ll keep me safe
Locked forever
In your embrace.
Wrap me warmly
Hold me tight
In your arms
My love is bright.
And hold me tight
In your arms
I’ll sleep tonight.
A dreamless night
What a gift!
You keep me safe
While I drift
In the knowledge
That you’re there
Warming through
My cold despair
Making flesh
My heart of stone
Rubbing out
The word ‘alone’
That chases me
Wherever I go
But now its gone
So now I know
That you are there
You’ll keep me safe
Locked forever
In your embrace.
Wrap me warmly
Hold me tight
In your arms
My love is bright.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2009 1:29pm
9th Dec 2009 1:29pm
Wolf
I’m critically endangered
But you don’t give a damn
We used to work together
Now mortal enemies, wolf and Man.
By stopping us from hunting
We feel hunger’s bite.
You force us to shun the day,
Take refuge in the night.
Surrounding us with myths
That name us as cruel
And yet it’s us that suffer
Under your harsh rule.
Howling to the stars
Howling out my heart
Wishing for acceptance
And maybe a fresh start.
But you don’t give a damn
We used to work together
Now mortal enemies, wolf and Man.
By stopping us from hunting
We feel hunger’s bite.
You force us to shun the day,
Take refuge in the night.
Surrounding us with myths
That name us as cruel
And yet it’s us that suffer
Under your harsh rule.
Howling to the stars
Howling out my heart
Wishing for acceptance
And maybe a fresh start.
896 reads
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