Submissions by Nickie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Letter to my sister
I love you like earthworms love soil
Like sandwiches love foil
Like masseuse love body oils.
I love you like birds love chirping
Like airplanes love flying
and like flies love eating…you know…dirt
I know sometimes I’m a jerk
But believe me when I say I love you like the mountains
love the snow
Like how waterfalls love the mountains
Like how orchids love waterfalls
If only you knew how my love for you is geotropic
'Cause the more I grow, the deeper it grows
It’s strength keeps me rooted
See like a broken clock
my love for you is...
Like sandwiches love foil
Like masseuse love body oils.
I love you like birds love chirping
Like airplanes love flying
and like flies love eating…you know…dirt
I know sometimes I’m a jerk
But believe me when I say I love you like the mountains
love the snow
Like how waterfalls love the mountains
Like how orchids love waterfalls
If only you knew how my love for you is geotropic
'Cause the more I grow, the deeper it grows
It’s strength keeps me rooted
See like a broken clock
my love for you is...
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when love haunts
Its like a gaping sore
With recurrent infection,
Like a stab wound to the chest
That nolonger bleeds.
Its like persistant heartbreak,
A hurt deep inside your soul
That surpasses sedatives and tranquilizers;
It never heals,
It always seem an inch bigger
Than that your smile can cover,
A tad bit longer than your personality
Can overshadow.
Its like an itch
That even if claws met flesh,met bone
Attempts to relieve it would lay futile.
Its like a thirst that cannot be quenched,
That haboured your body into dysychrony.
Its like...
With recurrent infection,
Like a stab wound to the chest
That nolonger bleeds.
Its like persistant heartbreak,
A hurt deep inside your soul
That surpasses sedatives and tranquilizers;
It never heals,
It always seem an inch bigger
Than that your smile can cover,
A tad bit longer than your personality
Can overshadow.
Its like an itch
That even if claws met flesh,met bone
Attempts to relieve it would lay futile.
Its like a thirst that cannot be quenched,
That haboured your body into dysychrony.
Its like...
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I wish
I wish I could make you
Remove the blindfold and the rose colored glasses.
So you could see the termites in the Lone Cypress
And the corrosion on the Savanna Bird Girl
I wish I could make you see.
The reflection of my childhood in the pieces
Of the broken mirror,
And the scars it carved.
Maybe if you saw a glimps of
Blood stains on white sheet,
Thighs glued with cum,
A smurk look of satisfaction
And a kiss on the forehead- a token of appreciation.
Maybe you wouldn't complain
About my low self esteem
Nor lack of confidence....
Remove the blindfold and the rose colored glasses.
So you could see the termites in the Lone Cypress
And the corrosion on the Savanna Bird Girl
I wish I could make you see.
The reflection of my childhood in the pieces
Of the broken mirror,
And the scars it carved.
Maybe if you saw a glimps of
Blood stains on white sheet,
Thighs glued with cum,
A smurk look of satisfaction
And a kiss on the forehead- a token of appreciation.
Maybe you wouldn't complain
About my low self esteem
Nor lack of confidence....
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Something
There is something wrong with me
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach
My body reverbarating,
Shivering with fear
Of this explosion in my chest,I feel it,
Dark and consuming me
I know there's something wrong
I see a glimps of it
Everytime I walk past the mirror
Like a disease of the soul
Insidious and malegnant.
Its almost breaking me inside
Making my own skin feel uncomftable,
Sordid and dirty
I've become a foreigner to flesh
Wrapped so tight,I can never detach.
With my bare hands I attempt to patch
Without succession...
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach
My body reverbarating,
Shivering with fear
Of this explosion in my chest,I feel it,
Dark and consuming me
I know there's something wrong
I see a glimps of it
Everytime I walk past the mirror
Like a disease of the soul
Insidious and malegnant.
Its almost breaking me inside
Making my own skin feel uncomftable,
Sordid and dirty
I've become a foreigner to flesh
Wrapped so tight,I can never detach.
With my bare hands I attempt to patch
Without succession...
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I smile
A smile filled with so much pain
But displayed brighter than any other
A laugh tinted with hurt
But amplified with so much soul.
Blood-stained eyes from the tears
That have become my lullaby
But still glow enchantingly..
My face they seem to be drawn
Like bees to a flower
Even though it is engraved with ghastly scars
My poisonous smile,
Cunning,scheming,duping
This heart now they seem to crave
Like drugs to an addict
With the ideology of its purity..
But i know scarlet,shredded,wounded
It lays on broken glass
I hate...
But displayed brighter than any other
A laugh tinted with hurt
But amplified with so much soul.
Blood-stained eyes from the tears
That have become my lullaby
But still glow enchantingly..
My face they seem to be drawn
Like bees to a flower
Even though it is engraved with ghastly scars
My poisonous smile,
Cunning,scheming,duping
This heart now they seem to crave
Like drugs to an addict
With the ideology of its purity..
But i know scarlet,shredded,wounded
It lays on broken glass
I hate...
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untitled
You told me not to worry
That I was safe in your haven,
Where your halo glittered and shone
It was so intangible
The pathology in your lies,interwoven
Skilfully aligned to attract not repel
Like magnets on the same poles.
Like a fish for bait
I fell in the hole,
Though wide awake and alert
Knowing and aware
I fell for your tricks once again.
Maybe I needed to know
That I mattered
That within you I existed
Maybe I needed to believe
That you saw your reflection through me
Maybe I needed to feel
That not because I was plain...
That I was safe in your haven,
Where your halo glittered and shone
It was so intangible
The pathology in your lies,interwoven
Skilfully aligned to attract not repel
Like magnets on the same poles.
Like a fish for bait
I fell in the hole,
Though wide awake and alert
Knowing and aware
I fell for your tricks once again.
Maybe I needed to know
That I mattered
That within you I existed
Maybe I needed to believe
That you saw your reflection through me
Maybe I needed to feel
That not because I was plain...
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The Hole
There is this hallow space in me,
A sphere of darkness and decay.
Slits of light
Know no entrance nor exit.
A silver lining glows faintly
But as I get closer,
It is violently snatched.
It springs no life
And shelters no beauty
This sordid,gastly masked field
That withers all that aspires
And contaminates all that desires.
It numbs all the sensations
Of a kiss,a caress..
This insidious thing,
A malignant malady clasped
Tightly around my soul,feeding..
Filled with greed
It lays unfulfilled by the
Jitters of...
A sphere of darkness and decay.
Slits of light
Know no entrance nor exit.
A silver lining glows faintly
But as I get closer,
It is violently snatched.
It springs no life
And shelters no beauty
This sordid,gastly masked field
That withers all that aspires
And contaminates all that desires.
It numbs all the sensations
Of a kiss,a caress..
This insidious thing,
A malignant malady clasped
Tightly around my soul,feeding..
Filled with greed
It lays unfulfilled by the
Jitters of...
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I wouldn't be this
Sometimes I wish
I had raised myself.
So neglection would be foreign,
Solitare would be normalcy
And disassociation non-existant.
Maybe if it had been so,
The depression strangling my heart
Would have ceased to be
The tears drowning my eyes
Would have been wiped dry
And the tounting echoes in my head
Would be sweet silence
Maybe then I'd look at my self and smile
If I grew right before my very eyes
Maybe I wouldn't have to feel alone
Amongst my family,my friends..
I wouldn't smile
With pain holding me at gun point...
I had raised myself.
So neglection would be foreign,
Solitare would be normalcy
And disassociation non-existant.
Maybe if it had been so,
The depression strangling my heart
Would have ceased to be
The tears drowning my eyes
Would have been wiped dry
And the tounting echoes in my head
Would be sweet silence
Maybe then I'd look at my self and smile
If I grew right before my very eyes
Maybe I wouldn't have to feel alone
Amongst my family,my friends..
I wouldn't smile
With pain holding me at gun point...
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