Submissions by Red_CurtainS (SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I AM RED CURTAINS...you will understand me through my poetry. Read me.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 4:36am
24th Mar 2020 4:36am
“I “ pt 1
Open your mind to these pronouns and possessive nouns
When I say ”I “, it’s not about me
could be about he or she or them if asked if I mean him or her
I purposely gauge your eyes out with the pen
I. Purposely make you think your reading about sin
I purposely will fuk your brains out
Till it leaks down the spinal cord
And pokes back up to the arteries of your heart
I purposely say fuk for the emphasis
Or I may not end with a period for bluntness
I may be rude, reticent , redundant , or relinquish a thought and move on...
When I say ”I “, it’s not about me
could be about he or she or them if asked if I mean him or her
I purposely gauge your eyes out with the pen
I. Purposely make you think your reading about sin
I purposely will fuk your brains out
Till it leaks down the spinal cord
And pokes back up to the arteries of your heart
I purposely say fuk for the emphasis
Or I may not end with a period for bluntness
I may be rude, reticent , redundant , or relinquish a thought and move on...
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 4:14pm
22nd Mar 2020 4:14pm
Elevator up please
Going up
All the way to the top
That raggedy string keeps following me
I keep snatching it off the bottom of my pants legs
But it keep unraveling
Sweatpants turning into capris
This darn string won’t let me leave
I’m going up
All the way to the top
But my friends won’t let me leave them
Unfriended
I keep clicking unfollowing
They keep following
Those ones I don’t need
Because I increased my worth
I don’t need depression
Weighing me down
I’m going up
All the way up to...
All the way to the top
That raggedy string keeps following me
I keep snatching it off the bottom of my pants legs
But it keep unraveling
Sweatpants turning into capris
This darn string won’t let me leave
I’m going up
All the way to the top
But my friends won’t let me leave them
Unfriended
I keep clicking unfollowing
They keep following
Those ones I don’t need
Because I increased my worth
I don’t need depression
Weighing me down
I’m going up
All the way up to...
#redemption
#LGBT
#LifeStruggles #fear
#LifeStruggles #fear
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2020 2:37am
8th Mar 2020 2:37am
Poetry’s Dead (Alternate ending) version 2
I write and write
to try and give these words
life and not tragedy
The pain in my life has me apathetic as fuck no apology
I cured my own heartbreak no medic or ER needed
No soup or cough medicine
Either
I write or let the darkness
Tell me
I still need her
The four letter sin
Despite, what I divulged
in
my red notebook
I am not a lesbian
This poetry’s dead without my gold pen
The secrets it’s withholding
Is cutting me thin ...
to try and give these words
life and not tragedy
The pain in my life has me apathetic as fuck no apology
I cured my own heartbreak no medic or ER needed
No soup or cough medicine
Either
I write or let the darkness
Tell me
I still need her
The four letter sin
Despite, what I divulged
in
my red notebook
I am not a lesbian
This poetry’s dead without my gold pen
The secrets it’s withholding
Is cutting me thin ...
#loneliness
#WritersBlock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 10:48pm
7th Mar 2020 10:48pm
Poetry’s Dead( version 1)
I write and write
to try and give these words
life and not tragedy
The pain in my life has me apathetic as fuck no apology
I cured my own heartbreak no medic or ER needed
No soup or cough medicine
Either
I write or let the darkness
Tell me
I still need her
The four letter sin
Despite, what I divulged
in
my red notebook
I am not a lesbian
This poetry’s dead without my gold pen
The secrets it’s withholding
Is cutting me thin ...
to try and give these words
life and not tragedy
The pain in my life has me apathetic as fuck no apology
I cured my own heartbreak no medic or ER needed
No soup or cough medicine
Either
I write or let the darkness
Tell me
I still need her
The four letter sin
Despite, what I divulged
in
my red notebook
I am not a lesbian
This poetry’s dead without my gold pen
The secrets it’s withholding
Is cutting me thin ...
#WritersBlock
338 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 6:04pm
7th Mar 2020 6:04pm
Poem 81( Screamville )
I’m in a writers craze
I’m a spike lees school daze
A Delusional mind
I’m pulling characters out of my cortex it’s like raw sex I’m spreading these characters through out the town like the
Coronavirus
No cure for the writers pandemic!
Medieval times
All of my ninjas turned into knights
In Screamville
Everything is bloody and every line rhymes
Everything reeks
And everyone dies
Everyday is night
So the clock always rewinds counterclockwise
All of the knights fight
And all...
I’m a spike lees school daze
A Delusional mind
I’m pulling characters out of my cortex it’s like raw sex I’m spreading these characters through out the town like the
Coronavirus
No cure for the writers pandemic!
Medieval times
All of my ninjas turned into knights
In Screamville
Everything is bloody and every line rhymes
Everything reeks
And everyone dies
Everyday is night
So the clock always rewinds counterclockwise
All of the knights fight
And all...
#dreams
#earth
#hell #sacrifice
#hell #sacrifice
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2020 5:48pm
5th Mar 2020 5:48pm
Skin crawl
I once met a man that was interestingly odd
He wore a dark brown coat , long , down to his knees in any season the coat would be unbuttoned
He had a long beard end shaped like a cone
Dreary black eyes
He wore a half grin
His hair was wild and had never been introduced to a comb or shampoo
It had somewhat of stinch
but I paid it no mind
He was an intellect
Every morning
I’d get a bagel at brewsters
And he’s be there
We’d chat for a minute about politics the weather and the states weird insects
He said he once had a companion...
He wore a dark brown coat , long , down to his knees in any season the coat would be unbuttoned
He had a long beard end shaped like a cone
Dreary black eyes
He wore a half grin
His hair was wild and had never been introduced to a comb or shampoo
It had somewhat of stinch
but I paid it no mind
He was an intellect
Every morning
I’d get a bagel at brewsters
And he’s be there
We’d chat for a minute about politics the weather and the states weird insects
He said he once had a companion...
#identity
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 4:44pm
5th Mar 2020 4:44pm
The Woods
She says she’s gotta get her head in the game
Stop running these streets
Looking for love
Love ain’t paying these bills
She’s emotionally unavailable
It was never the other way around
Giving in when She didn’t want it
She should have declined the round
Too much pressure
Her weakness was exposed
She let the alcohol run over into her lap
Too many shots
I suppose
She’s now too intoxicated to say
No
It’s easy to verbalize in the house of poetry
She didn’t want it all those times
It’s why the pain plays...
Stop running these streets
Looking for love
Love ain’t paying these bills
She’s emotionally unavailable
It was never the other way around
Giving in when She didn’t want it
She should have declined the round
Too much pressure
Her weakness was exposed
She let the alcohol run over into her lap
Too many shots
I suppose
She’s now too intoxicated to say
No
It’s easy to verbalize in the house of poetry
She didn’t want it all those times
It’s why the pain plays...
#men
#hurt
300 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 11:13pm
4th Mar 2020 11:13pm
Poem 9 Side effects
Of love......
My mind feels like it’s in purgatory
And
My heart can tell a thousand and one stories of love and Pain
But this time I failed to see all the signs
Letting my guard down
And this heartbreak feels like a merry go round
As my heart is stuck in the only seat left at the top of the Ferris wheel
While
They’re emotionless
The love notes weren’t without consequence
That
I regret the revealing nature
Of love.....running on a playground
My mind feels like it’s in purgatory
And
My heart can tell a thousand and one stories of love and Pain
But this time I failed to see all the signs
Letting my guard down
And this heartbreak feels like a merry go round
As my heart is stuck in the only seat left at the top of the Ferris wheel
While
They’re emotionless
The love notes weren’t without consequence
That
I regret the revealing nature
Of love.....running on a playground
#disappointment
#FallingInLove
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 10:54pm
4th Mar 2020 10:54pm
Poem (14)Two weeks, Too Weak
Two weeks ago I met my life where I felt like I was on the mountain top
Then pain met me today
Heartbreak danced in my head so hard Ibuprofen couldn’t fix it
I laid on my couch for 8 hrs
I loved her for 365 plus days
And it amounted to nothing
My account was positive it hadn’t been in a while that the negative thought I was acting brand new
I abused my own time pushing everything to the side for her like I ain’t have to shit to do
Like it was a challenge
go hard or go home
So I went hard then went home to...
Then pain met me today
Heartbreak danced in my head so hard Ibuprofen couldn’t fix it
I laid on my couch for 8 hrs
I loved her for 365 plus days
And it amounted to nothing
My account was positive it hadn’t been in a while that the negative thought I was acting brand new
I abused my own time pushing everything to the side for her like I ain’t have to shit to do
Like it was a challenge
go hard or go home
So I went hard then went home to...
#love
#rejection
#MovingOn
387 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 2:43pm
16th Feb 2020 2:43pm
My playlist
Listening to Amel Larrieux
It’s time to “Get up” and
wake this heart of mine up from snoozing
Picking over thoughts like leftover food
I’m Editing my playlist
Deleting this library of unwanted music
Suddenly the waves don’t move me Closer
I’m backing up inches
Who do you love??
ChainSmokers!
Sitting in my dweling space
Sand in between my toes
I see footprints
“Nobody suppose to be here!”
Nobody !!
But yet love lays its prints in the craziest places
Love “You should have told me “ ...
It’s time to “Get up” and
wake this heart of mine up from snoozing
Picking over thoughts like leftover food
I’m Editing my playlist
Deleting this library of unwanted music
Suddenly the waves don’t move me Closer
I’m backing up inches
Who do you love??
ChainSmokers!
Sitting in my dweling space
Sand in between my toes
I see footprints
“Nobody suppose to be here!”
Nobody !!
But yet love lays its prints in the craziest places
Love “You should have told me “ ...
#TimeHeals
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 2:33pm
16th Feb 2020 2:33pm
The Season of the Weakening (The revelation)
Singing these songs of PSALMs in my heart
For no one to hear but him
Picking the parts of my success and feeding it to these miserable thoughts
At my highest point, I’ve been there several times in value
They say currency speaks volumes
But this (Hole )in my heart is catching wind(line 8)
And it’s not whispering
It’s yelling
The revelation
DAVID is talking to me,
I turn my head
Intro Proverbs
Weeping
Because I went to Corinthians
And I 1st told JOHN
I was...
For no one to hear but him
Picking the parts of my success and feeding it to these miserable thoughts
At my highest point, I’ve been there several times in value
They say currency speaks volumes
But this (Hole )in my heart is catching wind(line 8)
And it’s not whispering
It’s yelling
The revelation
DAVID is talking to me,
I turn my head
Intro Proverbs
Weeping
Because I went to Corinthians
And I 1st told JOHN
I was...
#anger
#love
#hate
#confusion
#redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 4:42pm
14th Feb 2020 4:42pm
The Heart of February -W.T.B.H.M
You keep calling me to love
But every time I do
It just gets Chopped and Screwed
It’s in a lone star state
It’s BUN B
It’s RIP PIMP C
It gets mixed
Its song hopping
It’s pop
Its rock
Sounds of
Jimi HENDRIX
Its country
It’s DOLLY
It’s CASH
It’s bluegrass
It’s Italian Opera
Andrea BOCELLI
It’s Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess
But it’s celebrating
It’s loneliness this month
In soft Jazz
You may ask the First Lady of Song
Ella FITZGERALD
It’s a B.B...
But every time I do
It just gets Chopped and Screwed
It’s in a lone star state
It’s BUN B
It’s RIP PIMP C
It gets mixed
Its song hopping
It’s pop
Its rock
Sounds of
Jimi HENDRIX
Its country
It’s DOLLY
It’s CASH
It’s bluegrass
It’s Italian Opera
Andrea BOCELLI
It’s Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess
But it’s celebrating
It’s loneliness this month
In soft Jazz
You may ask the First Lady of Song
Ella FITZGERALD
It’s a B.B...
#love
#music
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