Submissions by Nevelynn (Nevelynn Knox)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write down my dreams, the real poets are the creatures in my head.
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 3:25pm
5th Mar 2014 3:25pm
Snowflakes that stay on her nose and eyelashes
She looked so beautiful like that.
Hundreds of perfect, little snowflakes gently dusting her face and hair.
She looked so at peace.
Little white flakes getting stuck in her long lashes.
That was hours ago now.
A thin sheet of ice has since formed.
Sealing her emerald eyes shut for eternity.
Forever freezing her beauty.
Her petrified serenity glows from its icy shell.
I will keep her this way, encased in her glass coffin.
Hidden within a steel chest; never aging, never changing.
Never to be seen by outsiders who...
Hundreds of perfect, little snowflakes gently dusting her face and hair.
She looked so at peace.
Little white flakes getting stuck in her long lashes.
That was hours ago now.
A thin sheet of ice has since formed.
Sealing her emerald eyes shut for eternity.
Forever freezing her beauty.
Her petrified serenity glows from its icy shell.
I will keep her this way, encased in her glass coffin.
Hidden within a steel chest; never aging, never changing.
Never to be seen by outsiders who...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 3:16pm
5th Mar 2014 3:16pm
At The Wall
He is here at the wall,
his comical smirk painted on his face.
Here he is with his storybook eyes, and
the metal tags hanging from his neck.
Not yet twenty-two.
Here he is at the wall,
looking in deep.
Here he is a man, aged by years.
Enjoying a large, happy family.
Here he stands.
Here at this glassy wall,
a mirror into the past.
The man that looks back;
his images from many years ago.
Him but not really him,
the face that looks back is not his but the face of another.
Someone with whom he spent...
his comical smirk painted on his face.
Here he is with his storybook eyes, and
the metal tags hanging from his neck.
Not yet twenty-two.
Here he is at the wall,
looking in deep.
Here he is a man, aged by years.
Enjoying a large, happy family.
Here he stands.
Here at this glassy wall,
a mirror into the past.
The man that looks back;
his images from many years ago.
Him but not really him,
the face that looks back is not his but the face of another.
Someone with whom he spent...
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2013 4:22pm
12th Nov 2013 4:22pm
Reading Your Poems
Reading lost notes, remembering lost loves
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 7:17pm
7th Nov 2012 7:17pm
Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Beatrice, Laura, Julliet, and Me
I defend the great "mistakes" of literature.
I jump to protest cynics when preaching of hopelessness.
I feel connections to the great star crossed maidens of history.
My heart is a mere tinder box,
Set ablaze by your love.
You, my dear have turned this loveless little girl into a lovesick woman.
I love you with all my heart.
I jump to protest cynics when preaching of hopelessness.
I feel connections to the great star crossed maidens of history.
My heart is a mere tinder box,
Set ablaze by your love.
You, my dear have turned this loveless little girl into a lovesick woman.
I love you with all my heart.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 7:09pm
7th Nov 2012 7:09pm
Now I lay me
Now I lay me down to sleep
I need not
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
For my soul is not longer
Mine to lose
the dear lord blessed me he did
The day I gave my heart and soul
To you
I need not
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
For my soul is not longer
Mine to lose
the dear lord blessed me he did
The day I gave my heart and soul
To you
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
Lost in the memory of dying.
Lost in the memory of dying.
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
Lost in the memory of my life on the shelf.
A Meir marionette.
The plaything of a child.
Broken and bruised.
My strings cut I fell from that shelf.
Lost in the memory of my life on the stage.
In the spotlight all the time.
The perfect show dog.
Not a single flaw.
Groomed and fluffed.
Anger boiling up.
Bite marks left on my owner’s hand.
...
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
Lost in the memory of my life on the shelf.
A Meir marionette.
The plaything of a child.
Broken and bruised.
My strings cut I fell from that shelf.
Lost in the memory of my life on the stage.
In the spotlight all the time.
The perfect show dog.
Not a single flaw.
Groomed and fluffed.
Anger boiling up.
Bite marks left on my owner’s hand.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
I hear the sirens
I hear sirens outside my window.
Every time I hear them pass the visions flash before me.
Memories play like movies.
On the screens of my eyes.
I see them.
Rag dolls hanging out of broken cars.
I am drawn to tears.
Watch their lives flash past me.
I hear their calls for help.
Oil spilling, time bombs ticking.
I feel the flames hit my face.
The stench of gas fills the air.
The little girl keeps crying.
Never stops crying in my head.
I see you.
Rightly placed...
Every time I hear them pass the visions flash before me.
Memories play like movies.
On the screens of my eyes.
I see them.
Rag dolls hanging out of broken cars.
I am drawn to tears.
Watch their lives flash past me.
I hear their calls for help.
Oil spilling, time bombs ticking.
I feel the flames hit my face.
The stench of gas fills the air.
The little girl keeps crying.
Never stops crying in my head.
I see you.
Rightly placed...
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 6:12am
25th Oct 2012 6:12am
You asked..
You asked me what I thought.
What I thought the first time I saw you.
With a smile, I replied.
Do you remember what I said?
I said, "I was happy."
"That you looked, talked, acted, and smelled like a man I once knew."
Puzzled?
As a child I named him Gideon.
He never told me his real name.
And though his appearance has changed as he has aged.
He is still the boy that saves me from my nightmares.
He is clean shaven, with brown hair that is always tied back.
His dark brown eyes always carry...
What I thought the first time I saw you.
With a smile, I replied.
Do you remember what I said?
I said, "I was happy."
"That you looked, talked, acted, and smelled like a man I once knew."
Puzzled?
As a child I named him Gideon.
He never told me his real name.
And though his appearance has changed as he has aged.
He is still the boy that saves me from my nightmares.
He is clean shaven, with brown hair that is always tied back.
His dark brown eyes always carry...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2012 3:48am
25th Oct 2012 3:48am
When did your life begin?
The question was proposed
Less than a day ago
When did your life begin?
When I was born. Yes, my life began the day I was born
I would have to say my life began the day I was conceived
My life began the day I woke up from my last suicide attempt, I realized it should have worked but didn't and obviously I was meant for something
My life? that began about sixty-eight hours ago. The first time I realized I was truly happy. The moment I said, "I love you"
When did your life begin?
Less than a day ago
When did your life begin?
When I was born. Yes, my life began the day I was born
I would have to say my life began the day I was conceived
My life began the day I woke up from my last suicide attempt, I realized it should have worked but didn't and obviously I was meant for something
My life? that began about sixty-eight hours ago. The first time I realized I was truly happy. The moment I said, "I love you"
When did your life begin?
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 11:20pm
22nd Oct 2012 11:20pm
Run Run Piggy
Late night
Stage fright
Run away and hide
In corners
Dark performers
Run run run away
his figure
Would slither
Run please don't stay
Icy touch
Hands clutch
No please no no
Vial gaze
Fearful haze
Run just go home
Objects foreign
Unknown organ
Run you idiot run
Scurry outside
Can't hide
Run run faster hurry
Forced love
Dirty glove
You stupid filthy pig
Self hate
mental deadweight
Run little...
Stage fright
Run away and hide
In corners
Dark performers
Run run run away
his figure
Would slither
Run please don't stay
Icy touch
Hands clutch
No please no no
Vial gaze
Fearful haze
Run just go home
Objects foreign
Unknown organ
Run you idiot run
Scurry outside
Can't hide
Run run faster hurry
Forced love
Dirty glove
You stupid filthy pig
Self hate
mental deadweight
Run little...
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 10:58pm
22nd Oct 2012 10:58pm
Last Goodbye
Past lives
Memories that haunt dazed, tried eyes.
Inferno lies
Picture edges billowing into bright embers.
Chameleon skins
Bruises fading to green, yellow fists.
Broken mirrors
Cleaning a shattered house, patching holes.
Paper trails
Court dates, lawyer debates, once mates.
Brown Boxes
Empty rooms, clear of broken bottles.
Doctor Blades
Scars left visible from broken nights.
Phoenix Flames
Cage door opened, finally fly away.
Memories that haunt dazed, tried eyes.
Inferno lies
Picture edges billowing into bright embers.
Chameleon skins
Bruises fading to green, yellow fists.
Broken mirrors
Cleaning a shattered house, patching holes.
Paper trails
Court dates, lawyer debates, once mates.
Brown Boxes
Empty rooms, clear of broken bottles.
Doctor Blades
Scars left visible from broken nights.
Phoenix Flames
Cage door opened, finally fly away.
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