Submissions by PaintingShadows
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 7:55am
13th Apr 2013 7:55am
omissions
I will tell you stories
of how I once ate a star whole
the constellation chewy
and my throat sore.
And that night time has a bad aftertaste.
I will tell you of the time I
played Atlas, and held the world up,
because no one else would
and I was so scared of falling.
And that there is a literal weight to sadness,
and to fear,
and that it isn’t your shoulders hunched over
or your head hung low.
But I will not tell you
of the pills
and the assault...
of how I once ate a star whole
the constellation chewy
and my throat sore.
And that night time has a bad aftertaste.
I will tell you of the time I
played Atlas, and held the world up,
because no one else would
and I was so scared of falling.
And that there is a literal weight to sadness,
and to fear,
and that it isn’t your shoulders hunched over
or your head hung low.
But I will not tell you
of the pills
and the assault...
847 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 5:13am
9th Aug 2012 5:13am
My favourite paralian.
The wind blew east, off the cape, out to sea.
Two lonely thoughts of salvation
stood on the ledge.
There was only a forest of darkness to obscure
the sight of a thousand crying children
and in the sky you might have seen
something else.
Someone.
But I didn’t. There was only the blue of hospital flowers,
the pink of approaching dawn.
Your hand felt warm despite the chill in your bones
that you said had been your company for months.
Your only company.
The ocean did her...
Two lonely thoughts of salvation
stood on the ledge.
There was only a forest of darkness to obscure
the sight of a thousand crying children
and in the sky you might have seen
something else.
Someone.
But I didn’t. There was only the blue of hospital flowers,
the pink of approaching dawn.
Your hand felt warm despite the chill in your bones
that you said had been your company for months.
Your only company.
The ocean did her...
529 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 11:57am
21st Jul 2012 11:57am
She was all sea, once.
A girl with eyelashes made of knives
led an army to conscience.
She found herself in His light,
He who stole the sea,
and cut it up,
like it was undoubtedly His.
He gifted her an ocean,
and a sorry absence.
led an army to conscience.
She found herself in His light,
He who stole the sea,
and cut it up,
like it was undoubtedly His.
He gifted her an ocean,
and a sorry absence.
670 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 10:08am
20th Jul 2012 10:08am
The harlot's daughter
Love is a currency we no longer trade in,
A sore refuge for the soul that only breaks and hinders,
Families are one parent per household,
Do you ever feel alone?
A sore refuge for the soul that only breaks and hinders,
Families are one parent per household,
Do you ever feel alone?
526 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 9:53am
20th Mar 2012 9:53am
Existence
We are all temporary,
and the thistles
growing from the palms of my hands
deny all contact from you.
and the thistles
growing from the palms of my hands
deny all contact from you.
501 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 4:21am
14th Mar 2012 4:21am
Veins
My veins are purple trees with shaky limbs,
desperate for something-
but unknowing of what.
desperate for something-
but unknowing of what.
533 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2011 3:43am
15th Nov 2011 3:43am
Ode to Doc Marten.
You are,
Strong and thick-skinned,
Tough but kind.
Forgiving and flattering,
Slender in build,
But mean when it counts.
You are,
Nice to look at,
Reliable in nature,
(The) Original.
I love your bouncy sole,
Doc Marten.
Strong and thick-skinned,
Tough but kind.
Forgiving and flattering,
Slender in build,
But mean when it counts.
You are,
Nice to look at,
Reliable in nature,
(The) Original.
I love your bouncy sole,
Doc Marten.
633 reads
2 Comments
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