Submissions by NYTESHAYDE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jun 2015 1:54pm
16th Jun 2015 1:54pm
Decaying
I taste like decaying leaves
and December's bad habits
when it’s halfway through June
a love so terrifying
that it still haunts these
bones of mine.
I Let you
claw your love
into my arms
and chant your poison
into my ears
for far too long.
I wish I was one of those woman
who could say flowery words
that grow up through my veins
and flow like honey from the heart
instead of thorns to tear
through my skin, screaming.
agony, fearful weed am I.
I’m just the dead roadkill
on the side of the road
dreaming
of...
and December's bad habits
when it’s halfway through June
a love so terrifying
that it still haunts these
bones of mine.
I Let you
claw your love
into my arms
and chant your poison
into my ears
for far too long.
I wish I was one of those woman
who could say flowery words
that grow up through my veins
and flow like honey from the heart
instead of thorns to tear
through my skin, screaming.
agony, fearful weed am I.
I’m just the dead roadkill
on the side of the road
dreaming
of...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2014 6:48pm
22nd Apr 2014 6:48pm
Friends like you
Welcome to my home.
Hell behind the screen.
People I've met with stories to tell.
friendships I make anew.
Can't see through the glass,
unless you I skype, don't want
to do that .
Still I see and feel the sadness
up on the faces of my faraway friends?
Feel the tears leaving their trace?
imagine the red glowing eyes
behind this laptop screen,
sadness upon their shoulders, weighing them down
In these faces I can not see touch or feel,
I connect open my hand, stretch my fingers
and begin this friendship thing,
Not to be...
Hell behind the screen.
People I've met with stories to tell.
friendships I make anew.
Can't see through the glass,
unless you I skype, don't want
to do that .
Still I see and feel the sadness
up on the faces of my faraway friends?
Feel the tears leaving their trace?
imagine the red glowing eyes
behind this laptop screen,
sadness upon their shoulders, weighing them down
In these faces I can not see touch or feel,
I connect open my hand, stretch my fingers
and begin this friendship thing,
Not to be...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 12:24pm
5th Apr 2014 12:24pm
Blank page
Your past is a history novel,
one to take down and remiss
Your present is a daily tabloid,
full of all the whimsical nonsense of today.
Your future is a blank page,
no outline of what your picture is
to become, absolutely none at all.
Because if there are expectations, there is most
definitely disappointments.
lines of frustration, and stains.
life supplies you with the colors,
colors you will hate, ones you will love the most.
sometimes your only given a splintered broken pencil.
instead of a pen.
occasionally the ink in your pen...
one to take down and remiss
Your present is a daily tabloid,
full of all the whimsical nonsense of today.
Your future is a blank page,
no outline of what your picture is
to become, absolutely none at all.
Because if there are expectations, there is most
definitely disappointments.
lines of frustration, and stains.
life supplies you with the colors,
colors you will hate, ones you will love the most.
sometimes your only given a splintered broken pencil.
instead of a pen.
occasionally the ink in your pen...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 7:15am
4th Apr 2014 7:15am
The Lovers
THE LOVERS
With these eyes, I look at you
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need never ask
You need but look inside your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, from so much pain
But shame on me, for so is mine.
You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witch’s cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
You are my angel, and you...
With these eyes, I look at you
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need never ask
You need but look inside your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, from so much pain
But shame on me, for so is mine.
You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witch’s cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
You are my angel, and you...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 7:09am
4th Apr 2014 7:09am
so far away
I'm so far away,
a wandering soul,
Away from the woman
I used to know
My sky painted black
My face is wet,
feelings of hurt run through
my veins
tears of rage, hatred I scream.
Faded memory of who I once used to be
Concealing everything
Everything that's in me
Including my face, im broken
Overwhelming pain
Smile that has been replaced
Tell you the truth
I'm without no faith
An empty shell, spirit broken
No longer hearing sounds to soothe my soul
Abandon eyes, forlorn ,Nothing left inside
...
a wandering soul,
Away from the woman
I used to know
My sky painted black
My face is wet,
feelings of hurt run through
my veins
tears of rage, hatred I scream.
Faded memory of who I once used to be
Concealing everything
Everything that's in me
Including my face, im broken
Overwhelming pain
Smile that has been replaced
Tell you the truth
I'm without no faith
An empty shell, spirit broken
No longer hearing sounds to soothe my soul
Abandon eyes, forlorn ,Nothing left inside
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 10:49am
25th Mar 2014 10:49am
EYES
Eyes”
What good are eyes?
Which refuse to see the misery and pain
Not aware of a poor beggar
Trembling in cold and rain.
What good are ears?
Which refuse to hear the dreadful screams
An accident victim pleading for help,
What good are arms?
That fail to hold the weak
A loved one abandoned
After he looses everything, he maybe
to blame, but still needs to be held all the same
What good is the mind?
That refuses to think
The orphans selling things on road,
You dismiss with a blink.
What good are those friends? ...
What good are eyes?
Which refuse to see the misery and pain
Not aware of a poor beggar
Trembling in cold and rain.
What good are ears?
Which refuse to hear the dreadful screams
An accident victim pleading for help,
What good are arms?
That fail to hold the weak
A loved one abandoned
After he looses everything, he maybe
to blame, but still needs to be held all the same
What good is the mind?
That refuses to think
The orphans selling things on road,
You dismiss with a blink.
What good are those friends? ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 11:59am
24th Mar 2014 11:59am
Dark Lover Of Mine
You torture me with your words of lust to
heighten my senses, turn me to dust.
You promise me pleasure, mixed with pain
but what will it matter,
what will it gain? You tell me you want me,
my flesh , my blood, my soul,
my love.
Yet I sense the fear you have inside caused from your
battle of the darkness you hide.
You want to break me, to take me,
to bend my will, to make me submissive
to make me feel.
What do you want dark lover of mine,
to taste my blood while i moan and rive?
To make me yours while you mark my flesh?
Yet i...
heighten my senses, turn me to dust.
You promise me pleasure, mixed with pain
but what will it matter,
what will it gain? You tell me you want me,
my flesh , my blood, my soul,
my love.
Yet I sense the fear you have inside caused from your
battle of the darkness you hide.
You want to break me, to take me,
to bend my will, to make me submissive
to make me feel.
What do you want dark lover of mine,
to taste my blood while i moan and rive?
To make me yours while you mark my flesh?
Yet i...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 11:57am
24th Mar 2014 11:57am
love what you got
fingers are dirty,
hair is tangled.
She's a mess, you might say.
But at least her heart is pure.
wrists covered in scars,
stomach screaming with hunger.
He's damaged, some say.
But at least his love his whole.
breathing is heavy,
skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows...
hair is tangled.
She's a mess, you might say.
But at least her heart is pure.
wrists covered in scars,
stomach screaming with hunger.
He's damaged, some say.
But at least his love his whole.
breathing is heavy,
skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 4:09pm
15th Mar 2014 4:09pm
VAMPIRE QUEEN
My red eyes shimmer in the silvermoonlight.
Trees dancing in the shadows,
firebugs burn holes in the night.
Chirping crickets fill the dark with song the
swooping bats play right along.
Tis the night, the dead prowl the land,
Searching for food, searching for fun.
In this beautiful place of mystery and power,
Young beautiful women fall prey to the vampire.
With his honeyed words and dazzling beauty,
He leaves them, raw, bruised, and bloody.
On this night I walk with the dead,
Their morbid presence surrounds me,
In the distance, I...
Trees dancing in the shadows,
firebugs burn holes in the night.
Chirping crickets fill the dark with song the
swooping bats play right along.
Tis the night, the dead prowl the land,
Searching for food, searching for fun.
In this beautiful place of mystery and power,
Young beautiful women fall prey to the vampire.
With his honeyed words and dazzling beauty,
He leaves them, raw, bruised, and bloody.
On this night I walk with the dead,
Their morbid presence surrounds me,
In the distance, I...
#vampires
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 4:04pm
15th Mar 2014 4:04pm
MY
My chair is my chair,sat upon or not
My bed is my bed, a pillow, but empty
MY pen is my pen, used right or abused
My room is My room, a ceiling, four walls
My shoe is a shoe, worn or new
A book is book, read or unread
A raindrop's a raindrop, tears from the sky
But
My house is no home, without any love
My thoughts are infinite, my hopes and my dreams
hope is my angel, flying above
No Family is Family, without any trust
A storm is the end, the start of something new
And bad can be worse, anger and lust
No person's a...
My bed is my bed, a pillow, but empty
MY pen is my pen, used right or abused
My room is My room, a ceiling, four walls
My shoe is a shoe, worn or new
A book is book, read or unread
A raindrop's a raindrop, tears from the sky
But
My house is no home, without any love
My thoughts are infinite, my hopes and my dreams
hope is my angel, flying above
No Family is Family, without any trust
A storm is the end, the start of something new
And bad can be worse, anger and lust
No person's a...
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