Submissions by River (HANDinHAND)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplicity trapped in Chaos
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 4:41pm
6th Jan 2014 4:41pm
Skin
softly feeling the story in your crinkles
and your eyes pulling me closer
in, I take time to study your wrinkles
as you pull my body entirely over
the racing beat of your heart
we lay soaked in sublime and white
still lost deep, far from the start
lets love forever here in tonight
and your eyes pulling me closer
in, I take time to study your wrinkles
as you pull my body entirely over
the racing beat of your heart
we lay soaked in sublime and white
still lost deep, far from the start
lets love forever here in tonight
569 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 4:36am
6th Jan 2014 4:36am
Untitled
Strip away my layers
down to my core
Strip away my layers
bare to my soul
Inch
by
Inch.
down to my core
Strip away my layers
bare to my soul
Inch
by
Inch.
509 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 4:34am
6th Jan 2014 4:34am
Union
LOVE
tightly hold my hand
and gently lead the way
give me guidance
TRUST
share with me
your thoughts
fears and dreams
share with me your
world
HONESTY
tightly hold my hand
and gently lead the way
give me guidance
TRUST
share with me
your thoughts
fears and dreams
share with me your
world
HONESTY
563 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 9:03pm
26th Sep 2013 9:03pm
"my commandments"
I will not turn bitter in this twisted world
where it's cool to be a self-proclaimed
"asshole".
I will remain kind in the midst of
cruelity, and have sympathy for all
the troubled souls. Staying strong for the
weak-minded.
I will speak up for myself, my neighbors,
all children and for those who are too
afraid to take a stand.
I will have respect for them all, yes even
to those who throw stones.
I will stay humble, aware of my imperfections
keeping an open-mind for the close-minded.
I will fight for love, with love...
where it's cool to be a self-proclaimed
"asshole".
I will remain kind in the midst of
cruelity, and have sympathy for all
the troubled souls. Staying strong for the
weak-minded.
I will speak up for myself, my neighbors,
all children and for those who are too
afraid to take a stand.
I will have respect for them all, yes even
to those who throw stones.
I will stay humble, aware of my imperfections
keeping an open-mind for the close-minded.
I will fight for love, with love...
640 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 7:15pm
26th Sep 2013 7:15pm
"catch me"
You might think I'm lost. I'm not.
I'm just sitting up high in a tree.
If you're looking for me,
don't worry, I'll be back soon.
The branch is pretty loose.
See you after I fall.
I'm just sitting up high in a tree.
If you're looking for me,
don't worry, I'll be back soon.
The branch is pretty loose.
See you after I fall.
638 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 4:43am
19th Sep 2013 4:43am
Holding Hands
if we all lent a hand
no one would stand alone
if we all lent a hand
we could all be ONE
no one would stand alone
if we all lent a hand
we could all be ONE
711 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 5:07pm
17th Sep 2013 5:07pm
The New Age
"The New Age"
so much has been defined
constrained left with little room
for growth we become hollow
jailed in false correctness
obsessed with perfection
we lose character, our identity
trying to live up to an illusion
so much has been defined
humanity dying making space
for the robots invading.
so much has been defined
constrained left with little room
for growth we become hollow
jailed in false correctness
obsessed with perfection
we lose character, our identity
trying to live up to an illusion
so much has been defined
humanity dying making space
for the robots invading.
645 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Sep 2013 7:36am
17th Sep 2013 7:36am
waiting
your head in my lap I sat rocking
back and forth I swayed, just like
the time before
I held back the fear as I naively
tried saving you from
yourself, I would sit with you
wiping your forehead with a wet cloth
I waited with you patiently
I had no choice other than to give up
your stare so far away as you said
"marry me",
I told you I would once you got sober
your last lie with a smile out came
"marry me first, be my reason for getting
sober.'
your head on my lap I crouched
hovering your lifeless body for days...
back and forth I swayed, just like
the time before
I held back the fear as I naively
tried saving you from
yourself, I would sit with you
wiping your forehead with a wet cloth
I waited with you patiently
I had no choice other than to give up
your stare so far away as you said
"marry me",
I told you I would once you got sober
your last lie with a smile out came
"marry me first, be my reason for getting
sober.'
your head on my lap I crouched
hovering your lifeless body for days...
793 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 8:12pm
14th Sep 2013 8:12pm
BE REAL
another boring day zombies taking over
hungry for more, more, more DEATH
another boring day vanity sucking life dry
superficial days the ways no one speaks
not anymore are words used to create,
they search for acceptance and popularity
vanity striking, everywhere I go I see BULLSHIT
drowning in endless conversations about nothing
not one ounce of depth, I space out and imagine
what if I explode on these bitches, go psycho HAHA
like an addict in withdrawal I ache for a connection
I am desperate can you help me, can you?
hungry for more, more, more DEATH
another boring day vanity sucking life dry
superficial days the ways no one speaks
not anymore are words used to create,
they search for acceptance and popularity
vanity striking, everywhere I go I see BULLSHIT
drowning in endless conversations about nothing
not one ounce of depth, I space out and imagine
what if I explode on these bitches, go psycho HAHA
like an addict in withdrawal I ache for a connection
I am desperate can you help me, can you?
937 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 7:14pm
14th Sep 2013 7:14pm
through the years
five years old, the earliest memory of blood
staring with curiosity almost forgetting
the torture of his hands invading, a child
young yet he thirst her innocence.
ten years old, barely hanging on to hope
she waited for a hero to bring her home
staring at the ceiling as he thrust, choking
her slowly into a state of shock.
fifteen years old, she screams raging wars
presented with solutions for dealing with
her pain in disbelief she thought why now,
why now they come to take her home?
twenty years old, now...
staring with curiosity almost forgetting
the torture of his hands invading, a child
young yet he thirst her innocence.
ten years old, barely hanging on to hope
she waited for a hero to bring her home
staring at the ceiling as he thrust, choking
her slowly into a state of shock.
fifteen years old, she screams raging wars
presented with solutions for dealing with
her pain in disbelief she thought why now,
why now they come to take her home?
twenty years old, now...
664 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 6:00pm
11th Sep 2013 6:00pm
dreaming of you
curled beneath silk sheets i dream of feeling your hands,
your fingertips dancing across my skin dazzling every inch
and the way my butterflies get the same flutter from your touch.
each stroke catering to my yearning heart it feels like bliss
the warmth you breathe upon the back of my neck, i am aroused
bare skin connecting like pieces to a puzzle, fitting perfectly.
curled beneath silk sheets with my eyes wide open, panicked
wrinkles only of my tossing and turning, untouched by you
covered only with my sweat, no sign of your existense
in my dreams i...
your fingertips dancing across my skin dazzling every inch
and the way my butterflies get the same flutter from your touch.
each stroke catering to my yearning heart it feels like bliss
the warmth you breathe upon the back of my neck, i am aroused
bare skin connecting like pieces to a puzzle, fitting perfectly.
curled beneath silk sheets with my eyes wide open, panicked
wrinkles only of my tossing and turning, untouched by you
covered only with my sweat, no sign of your existense
in my dreams i...
825 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 7:28am
11th Sep 2013 7:28am
Standing for Indivisualism
I could not be her and she was not meant to be me
I have faith that we were placed perfectly full with mistakes
not wrong even with our differing shades
we bleed all the same, with blood.
I've been attached to dozens of labels
too often clipped on to the wrong hook
I will not strive to be who she is, but
I reach to be a better me.
same as you, my book is my own
some details familiar with individual frames
aligned at many points, separated by detail
unique and distinguished defining yours truly
I have faith that we were placed perfectly full with mistakes
not wrong even with our differing shades
we bleed all the same, with blood.
I've been attached to dozens of labels
too often clipped on to the wrong hook
I will not strive to be who she is, but
I reach to be a better me.
same as you, my book is my own
some details familiar with individual frames
aligned at many points, separated by detail
unique and distinguished defining yours truly
552 reads
3 Comments
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