Submissions by RiverLily
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing for years. A poet is only as good as her inspiration. i'm a member of the dark poetry community.But lately feeling uninspired..looking for positive feedback..or just honesty.
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 00:31am
13th Feb 2013 00:31am
Stomping On Rainbows
Her heart cascades
a spectrum of colors
designing abstract illustrations
pirouetting around her
idiosyncratic aura...
I divide it up
toss it upon the breeze
and watch
particles flutter
like glitter.
She
articulates
infatuation..
I articulate
animosity ...
She's blubbering about
an abysmal connection...
I'm explaining arrows
that arent bent...
I'd like to stomp her rainbow
black.....
a spectrum of colors
designing abstract illustrations
pirouetting around her
idiosyncratic aura...
I divide it up
toss it upon the breeze
and watch
particles flutter
like glitter.
She
articulates
infatuation..
I articulate
animosity ...
She's blubbering about
an abysmal connection...
I'm explaining arrows
that arent bent...
I'd like to stomp her rainbow
black.....
678 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 3:45pm
12th Feb 2013 3:45pm
Bare Trees
Bare trees
Cold
Stripped
Brown bones
Reaching sky ward
Unaware of there
beauty
even in there bare state.
I stare out into
the distance
vast cerulean skies
My head gets lost
in sounds
and details
scents..
Air how
does one go about
describing...
weightless
image less
breaths...
To breathe....
air in
to be in longing
to
become
it...
weightless
image less
breathless...
Cold stripped
bare bones
to reach...
Cold
Stripped
Brown bones
Reaching sky ward
Unaware of there
beauty
even in there bare state.
I stare out into
the distance
vast cerulean skies
My head gets lost
in sounds
and details
scents..
Air how
does one go about
describing...
weightless
image less
breaths...
To breathe....
air in
to be in longing
to
become
it...
weightless
image less
breathless...
Cold stripped
bare bones
to reach...
748 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 3:11pm
12th Feb 2013 3:11pm
Diamonds Rusting *A collaboration with Dataface00 *
Night descends
dreams flutter
into diamond studded
iridescence..
Photogenic ripples.
blinds my light,
trampling upon schizophrenic whispers.
I'm casting apocryphal
thoughts into the wind..
Mind erratic
soul defective
heart disordered
Thoughts colliding
waving realism as paint brushes
creating dissociation as therapy..
Mind discombobulating
soul recycled
heart quivers
I'm...
dreams flutter
into diamond studded
iridescence..
Photogenic ripples.
blinds my light,
trampling upon schizophrenic whispers.
I'm casting apocryphal
thoughts into the wind..
Mind erratic
soul defective
heart disordered
Thoughts colliding
waving realism as paint brushes
creating dissociation as therapy..
Mind discombobulating
soul recycled
heart quivers
I'm...
743 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 00:07am
12th Feb 2013 00:07am
Ashen Memory
Lies
D
R
I
P
Cancerous disease
When you begin to believe your own
Fabrications.
D
R
I
P
D
R
O
P
Tainting all it touches.
Polluting what once was pure.
Playdoh in the hands of the enemy.
You molded me
Silent
And
Emotionless.
Each cascading diamond
Was shattered by a sodden
hearted man.
No matter
What form I...
D
R
I
P
Cancerous disease
When you begin to believe your own
Fabrications.
D
R
I
P
D
R
O
P
Tainting all it touches.
Polluting what once was pure.
Playdoh in the hands of the enemy.
You molded me
Silent
And
Emotionless.
Each cascading diamond
Was shattered by a sodden
hearted man.
No matter
What form I...
651 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 00:02am
12th Feb 2013 00:02am
Abaddon
From the seventh hierarchy he rises
caliph of locust
comes..
With him his army of
foul
egregious
Acrididaes,
A crown rests upon their vertexes
created from cuspid, and hair.
Having the physiognomy of man,
the ailerons of a monstrosity
and
Appendages of an arachnid.
Upon the tempestuous
wind you can hear them bombinate
their battle song.
He with the eyes of a raven
atramentous
bereft
eternally perceiving
emerges for avengement....
caliph of locust
comes..
With him his army of
foul
egregious
Acrididaes,
A crown rests upon their vertexes
created from cuspid, and hair.
Having the physiognomy of man,
the ailerons of a monstrosity
and
Appendages of an arachnid.
Upon the tempestuous
wind you can hear them bombinate
their battle song.
He with the eyes of a raven
atramentous
bereft
eternally perceiving
emerges for avengement....
648 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 00:50am
11th Feb 2013 00:50am
The Collector
Atramentous tears
variegate porcelain
Skin.
Dabbed.
Rinsed.
Breathe..
Unsettled breaths .
Trembling hands.
Faltering limbs.
"Just one more day"
Whispered..
only the eventide air
auscultates.
Affirmations displaced
Upon the breeze.
Moonbeams capture
And release into the
Stars.
Stardust And ashy
Wishes
Swirling
Out of control
Within the atmosphere.
Tangled webs
Lucid driftings
Night air chills.
Gnarled...
variegate porcelain
Skin.
Dabbed.
Rinsed.
Breathe..
Unsettled breaths .
Trembling hands.
Faltering limbs.
"Just one more day"
Whispered..
only the eventide air
auscultates.
Affirmations displaced
Upon the breeze.
Moonbeams capture
And release into the
Stars.
Stardust And ashy
Wishes
Swirling
Out of control
Within the atmosphere.
Tangled webs
Lucid driftings
Night air chills.
Gnarled...
672 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 00:48am
11th Feb 2013 00:48am
No More
There is no more depravation.
No more numbers
They all bleed together anyways
Melting into one another
A black and white jumble
Like static on the television screen.
There is no more fashioning emptiness
When a hollow abyss is what you’re left with.
Just as there is no satisfying it.
There are no more mirrors
To...
No more numbers
They all bleed together anyways
Melting into one another
A black and white jumble
Like static on the television screen.
There is no more fashioning emptiness
When a hollow abyss is what you’re left with.
Just as there is no satisfying it.
There are no more mirrors
To...
592 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 10:06pm
9th Feb 2013 10:06pm
Soul Floods and HeartQuakes
I get
intoxicated by promises..
hand spun illusions..
and
gentle words
that come from a bifurcated tongue.
Warm fingertips that circle absently
upon my skin
crushing kisses that leave me enervated.
Give me a reason
to feel
to need
to want..
Give me
Soul floods and heartquakes
Storm clouds and thunder
rough sex and turbulance
anything
but this.....
intoxicated by promises..
hand spun illusions..
and
gentle words
that come from a bifurcated tongue.
Warm fingertips that circle absently
upon my skin
crushing kisses that leave me enervated.
Give me a reason
to feel
to need
to want..
Give me
Soul floods and heartquakes
Storm clouds and thunder
rough sex and turbulance
anything
but this.....
881 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 4:15pm
6th Feb 2013 4:15pm
If I Could
If I could
Dance between the
storm clouds
And catch every falling star,
I'd scream back at the
wind..
And rejoice I've made it
this far.
I'd send you a shower
Of love and hugs,
and
pray it to heal
your heart ..
I'd send you a sprinkle
Of light
to send you comfort
In the dark.
I'd stomp upon
a rainbow to paint
the world in color..
I'd give out gifts of
peace
in hopes you'd
pass it to another.
If I could
I'd be a tree
sway gentle
in the...
Dance between the
storm clouds
And catch every falling star,
I'd scream back at the
wind..
And rejoice I've made it
this far.
I'd send you a shower
Of love and hugs,
and
pray it to heal
your heart ..
I'd send you a sprinkle
Of light
to send you comfort
In the dark.
I'd stomp upon
a rainbow to paint
the world in color..
I'd give out gifts of
peace
in hopes you'd
pass it to another.
If I could
I'd be a tree
sway gentle
in the...
785 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 2:24pm
6th Feb 2013 2:24pm
Watercolors In The Sand
Rob my words,
And try to capture a moment with them.
Paint a picture
Of starry skies,
Raging tides,
and
Drawing hearts in the sand.
Sunsets
And
Dreamscapes.
Laying together...
Side by side
Crashing tides
Moments gone by.
Tears create water color.
There is no art
To my sadness.
Emptiness a means to escape…
Yet every falling
Drop
Captured.
Gently
Contained...
And try to capture a moment with them.
Paint a picture
Of starry skies,
Raging tides,
and
Drawing hearts in the sand.
Sunsets
And
Dreamscapes.
Laying together...
Side by side
Crashing tides
Moments gone by.
Tears create water color.
There is no art
To my sadness.
Emptiness a means to escape…
Yet every falling
Drop
Captured.
Gently
Contained...
860 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 2:44pm
5th Feb 2013 2:44pm
LeftOver StarDust
Night falls
Gentle moon glow
Upon the wind
Sadness
Does
Blow.
Walls crumble
Momentarily
Memories
Seep between cracks.
Bins
busted
And you find
Yourself
Surrounded by
The ashes.
Minuscule particles
Of
dreams
Wishes
Cast out
into
The atmosphere
Misplaced
stardust.
Tears cried
Fade
To
Rust.
And
You hear...
Gentle moon glow
Upon the wind
Sadness
Does
Blow.
Walls crumble
Momentarily
Memories
Seep between cracks.
Bins
busted
And you find
Yourself
Surrounded by
The ashes.
Minuscule particles
Of
dreams
Wishes
Cast out
into
The atmosphere
Misplaced
stardust.
Tears cried
Fade
To
Rust.
And
You hear...
1073 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 2:42pm
5th Feb 2013 2:42pm
Dysfunctional Beauty
She had
Chocolate eyes
And
Chestnut curls
That fell upon her shoulders.
A delicate silken cloak
Meant to block out
The curious gaze of others.
She asked me to
Write her
Free
and
beautiful.
Leaving out the
Ugly
green
And blues
That flawed her Carmel complextion.
A
Slave to the
Needle
I couldn't write her
Free..
Her freedom laid with
The demons in her head.
A bed
she made
and couldn't
Unmake.
...
Chocolate eyes
And
Chestnut curls
That fell upon her shoulders.
A delicate silken cloak
Meant to block out
The curious gaze of others.
She asked me to
Write her
Free
and
beautiful.
Leaving out the
Ugly
green
And blues
That flawed her Carmel complextion.
A
Slave to the
Needle
I couldn't write her
Free..
Her freedom laid with
The demons in her head.
A bed
she made
and couldn't
Unmake.
...
948 reads
5 Comments
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