Submissions by NavianaRose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I loved poetry once I found I could use it to express myself. I use it to put out my feelings without judgment. I used it as therapy. I use it to bring new visions to others. Words are powerful, words have weight, no matter the words but how they're used.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 3:29pm
21st Sep 2014 3:29pm
Satisfied
Daylight slowly began to seep
Through the darkened curtains.
His strong hands still embraced
Around my waist.
“Hey” I sighed.
“Hey” He exhaled.
Our bodies intertwined
With the drowning sound of music.
I was awake, wide awake.
For once,
I had no cravings.
No need for the caffeine induced
Morning cup of coffee.
No need for the smoke
To travel through my lungs.
All I craved was there.
“Satisfied?” He asked.
“More than.”
Through the darkened curtains.
His strong hands still embraced
Around my waist.
“Hey” I sighed.
“Hey” He exhaled.
Our bodies intertwined
With the drowning sound of music.
I was awake, wide awake.
For once,
I had no cravings.
No need for the caffeine induced
Morning cup of coffee.
No need for the smoke
To travel through my lungs.
All I craved was there.
“Satisfied?” He asked.
“More than.”
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 3:28pm
21st Sep 2014 3:28pm
Innocence Lost (9/11)
My father cried
As the towers fell.
A child’s eyes bestowed
Upon the fiery depths of hell.
Screams echoed
Through the static of the television.
An innocence lost
Within every age across the nation.
A narrow mind destroyed
The open hearts of the many.
Now the trust diminished,
And the kind trustful souls vary.
As the towers fell.
A child’s eyes bestowed
Upon the fiery depths of hell.
Screams echoed
Through the static of the television.
An innocence lost
Within every age across the nation.
A narrow mind destroyed
The open hearts of the many.
Now the trust diminished,
And the kind trustful souls vary.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Aug 2014 7:20pm
9th Aug 2014 7:20pm
Grey Area
I’ve been living in this mist. This achromatic atmosphere. An environment with no darkness and no light. I am unaware of what these feelings are that I possess. The dread of sunlight, the comfort of rain and night. Love is this thing I don’t understand. It seems as though it is merely an object, an object that kind of just floats around my mind. It seems as though it can never become a part of me, but rather just surround outside of me. I can observe it, I can see it happening, but I’m not sure I can feel it. It’s this idea that exists like the idea of God. I revel in this monotone lifestyle....
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 7:18pm
9th Aug 2014 7:18pm
That Girl
I’m the escape girl. The girl you want to run away with. The girl that gives you that dangerous taste of freedom. I’m the siren in the watery depths of your heart. I’m the escape girl. The short dream that dissipates when you abruptly awake. The bright colors of fall that die to a sickly brown. You never stay. I’m this change of pace that strays away from the beaten path. You never stay. You run away. You always run away.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th May 2014 2:41am
13th May 2014 2:41am
He
He was a strong gust of wind that had barley brushed up against the bridge of my nose. His presence sent a shiver down my spine. Normally my brain would command to close myself off but my heart somehow slowly convinced me to open my doors a little bit wider. When his eyes met mine I grew uneasy but drawn so much closer. A clatter of emotions collected within me, rattling my bones and clenching my breath. I let him explore my soul. He opened past my cover page. He dusted off the fossils that lay deep under the thin layer of fresh soil a top of my dead and crumbled crust. He may have known me...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2014 2:55am
17th Apr 2014 2:55am
University
Fake, sugared energy coursing through the veins like poison, pumping the heart at speeds that follow by sirens. The mind rendering in conformed, streamlined thought. Second thoughts, mid-life crisis at the mere age of twenty-one. Define the person whom you have known your whole life. Befriend these people, but don’t make eye contact with those people over there. Leadership is the trail to success where creativity lies in a vacant corner. Study what you love but have no time to practice what you truly do. Coffee, energy drinks, greasy foods, no food. Finally a glass of water. Drink it quick...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 1:55pm
26th Mar 2014 1:55pm
Erudite
Knowledge.
Intelligence.
Wisdom.
And all that is of the mind.
Not to be determined by the testing of a corporation
Or an academic organization.
Each mind contains the ability
To be in touch
With the world that surrounds.
Not all, however, embrace this power.
This is a rarity,
To be in touch with the mind
And the soul.
To speak in words of eloquence.
To absorb the riches of scenery.
To calculate that of what is real,
And what is not.
Adrenaline sparks through my veins
And my eyes light up with enthusiasm...
Intelligence.
Wisdom.
And all that is of the mind.
Not to be determined by the testing of a corporation
Or an academic organization.
Each mind contains the ability
To be in touch
With the world that surrounds.
Not all, however, embrace this power.
This is a rarity,
To be in touch with the mind
And the soul.
To speak in words of eloquence.
To absorb the riches of scenery.
To calculate that of what is real,
And what is not.
Adrenaline sparks through my veins
And my eyes light up with enthusiasm...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Feb 2014 5:00pm
23rd Feb 2014 5:00pm
Affection
It's such an odd thing, isn't it? Sweaty palms, the exchange of saliva, the stench of genitals. It really is rather disgusting, but we love it. We are drawn to it. We rely on it to determine who we want as a partner. I'm one of those strange people that resides in their bubble. I find myself on the brink a lot, indecisive. I would blame it on my zodiac, the Libra. It may be easy to balance... but it is also difficult to stay on one side or the other. I tend to play tug-of-war between my heart and my mind. It is rather difficult to listen to both. I don't like to be emotional. It sickens me,...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Feb 2014 3:03pm
21st Feb 2014 3:03pm
Wrong Time, Wrong Place
He's one of those people. He has that enthusiastic smile that drives you in. Those intellectual eyes that make you want to listen to every word or laugh that spills from his mouth. His body is tall, long and slender but not gauntly or clumsy. His voice seems as though it belongs to a famous narrator... and depressingly enough a silver ring wraps around his left finger as he lectures me in the wonders of English.
I believe he is an artist like myself. Not in the art of talent with a paint brush or a pencil, but in the way he sees the world. He sees what lies beyond the surface, and it...
I believe he is an artist like myself. Not in the art of talent with a paint brush or a pencil, but in the way he sees the world. He sees what lies beyond the surface, and it...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Feb 2014 10:48pm
12th Feb 2014 10:48pm
Falling. Swelling. Loving.
What are your fears?" he asked.
"Failing... mistakes..." I think over my next statement. "...Commitment."
"Commitment?"
"Yes. Commitment. I'm afraid to love."
"Are you afraid to be loved or to love?"
"I'm afraid to love." He studies me eyes. Feeling uncomfortable I bat them away.
"You're not afraid to love" he says, "...you are afraid to admit you love." Goose bumps crawl over my skin. He was turning the pages of my heart... turning the lock on my door.
"Do we have to talk about this?" I ask, growing fidgety in my chair.
"Do you not want to?" he asks. ...
"Failing... mistakes..." I think over my next statement. "...Commitment."
"Commitment?"
"Yes. Commitment. I'm afraid to love."
"Are you afraid to be loved or to love?"
"I'm afraid to love." He studies me eyes. Feeling uncomfortable I bat them away.
"You're not afraid to love" he says, "...you are afraid to admit you love." Goose bumps crawl over my skin. He was turning the pages of my heart... turning the lock on my door.
"Do we have to talk about this?" I ask, growing fidgety in my chair.
"Do you not want to?" he asks. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 9:29pm
12th Feb 2014 9:29pm
Nightmare
A man who bares his bones,
In search of a world
Which is not his own.
He looses himself
In a land of mystery
That shines bright
With spirited souls,
A young girl
With her emotions sewn deep inside,
Stretches out her open hand
Only to be stricken
With lack of hope.
If only he could see
What is truly meant to be.
In search of a world
Which is not his own.
He looses himself
In a land of mystery
That shines bright
With spirited souls,
A young girl
With her emotions sewn deep inside,
Stretches out her open hand
Only to be stricken
With lack of hope.
If only he could see
What is truly meant to be.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2013 11:00am
14th Nov 2013 11:00am
Scars
The scars you bare
That bled with depression,
Guilt, and lost hope.
And you wonder why I care.
I look upon this face
That glows with angelic light.
A face once innocent,
Now coated in devilish delight.
A past lived alone
With no person to call home.
My arms are opened wide
As you collapse
Like a rushing tide.
Do not fear these thoughts
Which cause pain
And rush through your brain.
I am here,
You are welcome.
Allow me to heal these scars you bare.
For I too,
Hold scars that I shall never share.
That bled with depression,
Guilt, and lost hope.
And you wonder why I care.
I look upon this face
That glows with angelic light.
A face once innocent,
Now coated in devilish delight.
A past lived alone
With no person to call home.
My arms are opened wide
As you collapse
Like a rushing tide.
Do not fear these thoughts
Which cause pain
And rush through your brain.
I am here,
You are welcome.
Allow me to heal these scars you bare.
For I too,
Hold scars that I shall never share.
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