Submissions by ScarletEmber
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello there, My name is Enya and I like to think I'm pretty awesome. I'm a senior at Kutztown and I love it here immensely.
If I was sober.
Panic courses through my veins.
My heart racing, I'm so ashamed.
I know that I am the one to blame.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
I was taken advantage of, but it was my fault.
As I egged him on, my mind came to a halt.
He came over and pinned me to the wall.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
I realize the consequences of what I have done.
There's no turning back, I did this all my own.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
My heart racing, I'm so ashamed.
I know that I am the one to blame.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
I was taken advantage of, but it was my fault.
As I egged him on, my mind came to a halt.
He came over and pinned me to the wall.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
I realize the consequences of what I have done.
There's no turning back, I did this all my own.
This wouldn't have happened if I was sober.
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To Whom it may Concern
To whom it may concern, they got it wrong, completely wrong. You know the term “in the closet”? Well, it’s not a closet. It’s a fucking prison, solitary confinement. I’m locked deep inside myself; dark, alone, afraid. I am terrified to reveal the real me. There is so much hate and ignorance, and people trying to mend what is unbroken. There is so much harassment, both physical and verbal. DYKE! WHORE. You fucking faggot. Burn. In. Hell. The true me is not safe anywhere. I’ve got to lie to get by.
To whom it may concern, there is nothing wrong with me. Unfortunately, not everyone...
To whom it may concern, there is nothing wrong with me. Unfortunately, not everyone...
#LGBT
#bisexual
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Dear Twat.
Let me creep into your dreams,
your every thought, and your soul.
I know I've got you hooked,
And you have no control.
It's my turn to dominate,
to achingly screw with your head.
Well that's what you get,
for dicking me over again and again.
It could have been as real as the air we breathe.
But no, you were hurting and needed an outlet.
You led me on and played with hearts of so many,
Now you come crawling back to me, but I didn't forget.
I'm no longer your fool.
You're such a tool.
I can't believe I let you consume my life,
You...
your every thought, and your soul.
I know I've got you hooked,
And you have no control.
It's my turn to dominate,
to achingly screw with your head.
Well that's what you get,
for dicking me over again and again.
It could have been as real as the air we breathe.
But no, you were hurting and needed an outlet.
You led me on and played with hearts of so many,
Now you come crawling back to me, but I didn't forget.
I'm no longer your fool.
You're such a tool.
I can't believe I let you consume my life,
You...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by ScarletEmber