Submissions by MusicSavant (TheyCallMeOcean)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2014 7:34pm
24th Nov 2014 7:34pm
June 4th
298 Days.
The amount of time it takes to break my heart.
The amount of time it took for me to learn how to love just to watch my teacher and object of affection walk out the door.
7,152 hours,
We counted down the hours until the supposed end of the world
Waiting in anticipation for our lives to go out with a bang
Ten thousand times bigger than the one we came in with
Seconds ticked by to midnight and when our ears remained silent our voices raised nothing but screams at our joy at the chance to live again.
429,120 minutes
Until that big metal bird would...
The amount of time it takes to break my heart.
The amount of time it took for me to learn how to love just to watch my teacher and object of affection walk out the door.
7,152 hours,
We counted down the hours until the supposed end of the world
Waiting in anticipation for our lives to go out with a bang
Ten thousand times bigger than the one we came in with
Seconds ticked by to midnight and when our ears remained silent our voices raised nothing but screams at our joy at the chance to live again.
429,120 minutes
Until that big metal bird would...
843 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 00:27am
6th Feb 2014 00:27am
Spice
Last night I awoke in a cold sweat
Images kaleidoscope across eyelids
Blush fills my cheek
Dreaming of May '12
Sensual and surprising
I begin to weep
Did you forget the art we were?
David is plain in comparison
Subconscious recollection of you
That green couch never knew such heat existed
Green for go
We went
at each other like starving animals
Dreaming reminds me
The spice of your waist
You were the best meal I ever had
Images kaleidoscope across eyelids
Blush fills my cheek
Dreaming of May '12
Sensual and surprising
I begin to weep
Did you forget the art we were?
David is plain in comparison
Subconscious recollection of you
That green couch never knew such heat existed
Green for go
We went
at each other like starving animals
Dreaming reminds me
The spice of your waist
You were the best meal I ever had
649 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 10:54pm
2nd Feb 2014 10:54pm
The Sense In Suicide
It doesn’t make any sense” she said, wetting her face with sorrow
It doesn’t make any sense.
Well it might make a lot of cents for his single mother who now has one less mouth to feed.
But she doesn’t think of that.
No, she only thinks of the morbid moment when he made up his mind to no longer matter,
The time it took to tie that terminating twist to the tall taciturn tree that his mother will tear out tomorrow.
And everything inside of her refuses to understand.
“It doesn’t make any sense.”
To enslave Death no longer to Fate, Chance, and desperate men, but to...
It doesn’t make any sense.
Well it might make a lot of cents for his single mother who now has one less mouth to feed.
But she doesn’t think of that.
No, she only thinks of the morbid moment when he made up his mind to no longer matter,
The time it took to tie that terminating twist to the tall taciturn tree that his mother will tear out tomorrow.
And everything inside of her refuses to understand.
“It doesn’t make any sense.”
To enslave Death no longer to Fate, Chance, and desperate men, but to...
733 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 9:30pm
6th Jan 2014 9:30pm
You Are A Sharp Thing
My dreams are filled with sharp things
I quiver whenever I sleep
I can't escape these hauntings
That continue to ravage so deep
Still visions of you above me
My innocence is destroyed
Black haze is now all that I see
Bright colors become all void
Red is my heart on the carpet
Blue is my weeping eyes
Green is my graveyarded garden
Yellow the old summer skies
Filtered to be none but black
I walk as if you still inside
Shoved to the ground on my back
No more little girl that can hide
These tears are for your...
I quiver whenever I sleep
I can't escape these hauntings
That continue to ravage so deep
Still visions of you above me
My innocence is destroyed
Black haze is now all that I see
Bright colors become all void
Red is my heart on the carpet
Blue is my weeping eyes
Green is my graveyarded garden
Yellow the old summer skies
Filtered to be none but black
I walk as if you still inside
Shoved to the ground on my back
No more little girl that can hide
These tears are for your...
602 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 8:12pm
6th Jul 2012 8:12pm
Living Nightmare
I’ve stopped wishing you were here.
I’ve stopped wanting to share the beauties of the earth with you.
I’ve stopped grasping the cold air next to my hand in hopes that your hand would end up in mine.
I’ve stopped searching every face in the room for yours because nowadays, i tend to look right past without even realizing it.
It surprises me to find that I am letting go of you because you are the only thing I’ve ever held onto.
I’m sorry I cannot love you forever even though I loved you more than forever times the amount you loved me.
I just...
I’ve stopped wanting to share the beauties of the earth with you.
I’ve stopped grasping the cold air next to my hand in hopes that your hand would end up in mine.
I’ve stopped searching every face in the room for yours because nowadays, i tend to look right past without even realizing it.
It surprises me to find that I am letting go of you because you are the only thing I’ve ever held onto.
I’m sorry I cannot love you forever even though I loved you more than forever times the amount you loved me.
I just...
785 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 5:29pm
2nd Jul 2012 5:29pm
Except You
You look at me and I know
I see the desire in your eyes
I see the enchantment I have unknowingly placed up on you
The swish of my hair, the honey of my voice
You've lost yourself to this girl you don't even know
I catch you glimpsing when you think I can't see you
How you take every opportunity to place your hand on the small of my back
I'm sorry
My outer beauty will never reflect the inner monster I host
Your lips place feathers along my neck
And for a moment I believe that what you see is real
That what you have tricked yourself into believing...
I see the desire in your eyes
I see the enchantment I have unknowingly placed up on you
The swish of my hair, the honey of my voice
You've lost yourself to this girl you don't even know
I catch you glimpsing when you think I can't see you
How you take every opportunity to place your hand on the small of my back
I'm sorry
My outer beauty will never reflect the inner monster I host
Your lips place feathers along my neck
And for a moment I believe that what you see is real
That what you have tricked yourself into believing...
774 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 8:24pm
22nd Jun 2012 8:24pm
Houston, We Have A Problem
I tell myself I’ve never been baked but the truth is I have a habit of getting higher than all the druggies in the world.
You see, when my mind goes blast off and jet propels into the ionosphere it has a tendency to keep going.
It unhooks its leash and waves at passing Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and even Pluto because size should not define you.
And my mind stops for a round with the magnetic bubbles that supposedly play bumper cars at the edge of the solar system.
Shoots past Orion, past andromeda, past every quasar every pulsar and even avoids the what ifs of...
You see, when my mind goes blast off and jet propels into the ionosphere it has a tendency to keep going.
It unhooks its leash and waves at passing Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and even Pluto because size should not define you.
And my mind stops for a round with the magnetic bubbles that supposedly play bumper cars at the edge of the solar system.
Shoots past Orion, past andromeda, past every quasar every pulsar and even avoids the what ifs of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2012 4:31am
1st May 2012 4:31am
I Was Afraid
Here's to the boy I kissed goodbye
Here's to the boy who honestly enjoyed me and made it known that he did
Here's to the boy who said "there is no thing displeasing about you" and gave too much of himself to me even though i warned him
Here's to all the warning signs up and down my wrists
Here's to the fear instilled in my heart because I don't know what love is
Here's to me crying my pillow to sleep because I broke his heart and I still love him too much.
I hate myself because I can't get over the fact that if he came to me, I'd take him back.
I'd take...
Here's to the boy who honestly enjoyed me and made it known that he did
Here's to the boy who said "there is no thing displeasing about you" and gave too much of himself to me even though i warned him
Here's to all the warning signs up and down my wrists
Here's to the fear instilled in my heart because I don't know what love is
Here's to me crying my pillow to sleep because I broke his heart and I still love him too much.
I hate myself because I can't get over the fact that if he came to me, I'd take him back.
I'd take...
722 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 1:36am
29th Jan 2012 1:36am
Addicted
I’m addicted.
Addicted to self hate, to self disgust, and to self condemnation.
I’m addicted to pale blue skies painted black with lies and kissing goodbye’s till the sun and stars don’t shine.
I’m addicted to feasting on cockroaches in hopes I will still live when I chop my own head off.
I’m addicted.
Addicted to blood, to pain and to excuses.
I’m addicted to carving my initials into the landscape of my body to make valleys between the Rockies made from the grooves of my pocket keys.
I’m addicted to pouring my soul out on the carpet but knowing Mom won’t notice...
Addicted to self hate, to self disgust, and to self condemnation.
I’m addicted to pale blue skies painted black with lies and kissing goodbye’s till the sun and stars don’t shine.
I’m addicted to feasting on cockroaches in hopes I will still live when I chop my own head off.
I’m addicted.
Addicted to blood, to pain and to excuses.
I’m addicted to carving my initials into the landscape of my body to make valleys between the Rockies made from the grooves of my pocket keys.
I’m addicted to pouring my soul out on the carpet but knowing Mom won’t notice...
895 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Jan 2012 4:41am
24th Jan 2012 4:41am
This Is Love
When I’m nervous, I pull my hair until it stretches out of my head for miles. I pull it until it reaches leagues across the world back around to me. Then I begin to chew on that wheat sprouting out of my head like one chews on a carrot. And I keep chewing and chewing all the way down to my scalp. Once I reach my scalp, I keep going. I slowly gnaw on the flesh of my head till my light bulb is gone with a satisfying crunch. After the lights burn out, I dive down the stump where my head and neck should’ve been connected and I rip out every organ and important thing that sustains life inside of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 11:49pm
9th Jan 2012 11:49pm
Not Him
My heart is breaking because I know he’s way more attatched than I”ll ever be
because what I’m looking for is so unexplainably wonderfully imperfectly not him.
I like him I really do but I like God far more than I like boyfriends.
Everything I need is supposed to be everything that understands me
when all I have to do is look up with tears waterfalling out of my eyes.
He can make me laugh, but so can my brother.
He can make me feel special, but so can my best friend.
He can tell me how amazing and beautiful I am but it takes the perfect one
to make me feel that...
because what I’m looking for is so unexplainably wonderfully imperfectly not him.
I like him I really do but I like God far more than I like boyfriends.
Everything I need is supposed to be everything that understands me
when all I have to do is look up with tears waterfalling out of my eyes.
He can make me laugh, but so can my brother.
He can make me feel special, but so can my best friend.
He can tell me how amazing and beautiful I am but it takes the perfect one
to make me feel that...
705 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2011 00:33am
28th Dec 2011 00:33am
You Are Always With me
I want to fall into the cracks of your skin
Into the space between your eyes
where all your thoughts store up
and all your ideas and creations
take hold of the gears of your mind.
I want to fall into the gap of your collarbone
so that I might inhabit that place between
your head and your heart
and I can kiss them both with the tips of my fingers
so I may feel the electrical pulses of your dendrite
as they bridge the gap to you arteries and veins.
Perhaps the electricity of your mind
will take a part of me and I will flow
through your...
Into the space between your eyes
where all your thoughts store up
and all your ideas and creations
take hold of the gears of your mind.
I want to fall into the gap of your collarbone
so that I might inhabit that place between
your head and your heart
and I can kiss them both with the tips of my fingers
so I may feel the electrical pulses of your dendrite
as they bridge the gap to you arteries and veins.
Perhaps the electricity of your mind
will take a part of me and I will flow
through your...
834 reads
4 Comments
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