Submissions by ScarletLenore (Alenore)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a young artist who works mainly with her words, I share to free myself of my mindtrap.
Blessed River Keep Going
The only knowledge I have, all I know
For certain is that a goodbye
Will never stop time.
Cross off and count the endless days
That will always pass you by
And everyday, little by little, die.
So you either let go and move
With the flow of a river called time
Or you struggle against its current- keep living that one goodbye.
But then one day, as I did,
Maybe you'll be contemplating the pain
And think it feels like it just happened yesterday...
And I really do think that may be the key
That one day when you finally see...
For certain is that a goodbye
Will never stop time.
Cross off and count the endless days
That will always pass you by
And everyday, little by little, die.
So you either let go and move
With the flow of a river called time
Or you struggle against its current- keep living that one goodbye.
But then one day, as I did,
Maybe you'll be contemplating the pain
And think it feels like it just happened yesterday...
And I really do think that may be the key
That one day when you finally see...
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Whose Grievances Be Here
All these fucking lies running through my head.
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
Because of things you never said.
And everyone says its all in my head, in my head.
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
And I'm running away until I'm dead, until I'm dead.
Am I worth it?
Do you want me?
I want you to want me so badly...
Tell me, tell me you want me.
I'm having trouble closing my eyes, no sleeping.
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
When my eyes finally close to a plague of dreaming.
So I wake up, shout and...
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
Because of things you never said.
And everyone says its all in my head, in my head.
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
And I'm running away until I'm dead, until I'm dead.
Am I worth it?
Do you want me?
I want you to want me so badly...
Tell me, tell me you want me.
I'm having trouble closing my eyes, no sleeping.
Shots sound, the gun's fired, go!
When my eyes finally close to a plague of dreaming.
So I wake up, shout and...
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On the Tip of my Tongue Dreaming
Sitting up, waking up and I'm slowly thinking
again, and its only about you.
You are the dream I know I've been having
but am never really good at remembering.
Oh, hear the daylight? It calls me.
Yet you're still sitting on the very edge of my memories,
already too faded, too far gone
for my mind, my hands to hold on.
Pebbles of pieces that make small ripples
in the pools, disrupting stagnation of mind.
Never too big, no aid to create massive waves,
and always too subtle to claim any lasting effect.
...
again, and its only about you.
You are the dream I know I've been having
but am never really good at remembering.
Oh, hear the daylight? It calls me.
Yet you're still sitting on the very edge of my memories,
already too faded, too far gone
for my mind, my hands to hold on.
Pebbles of pieces that make small ripples
in the pools, disrupting stagnation of mind.
Never too big, no aid to create massive waves,
and always too subtle to claim any lasting effect.
...
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Always kiss me Goodnight.
I'm not going to ask for the moon,
and I certainly won't ask for any stars.
All I ever want to know
is that you'll allow me to have your heart.
In return, I want you to know
that, though trials may surface to show
their faces through our time and spaces,
until God calls me home, I won't ever let your heart go.
Something much different,
not extravagant or overtly bent
on shallow, showy demonstrations
of shadows that live to impersonate true affections.
Kiss me before you close your eyes
as night...
and I certainly won't ask for any stars.
All I ever want to know
is that you'll allow me to have your heart.
In return, I want you to know
that, though trials may surface to show
their faces through our time and spaces,
until God calls me home, I won't ever let your heart go.
Something much different,
not extravagant or overtly bent
on shallow, showy demonstrations
of shadows that live to impersonate true affections.
Kiss me before you close your eyes
as night...
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A Journey
A long, dusty road where
many feet have, for years, tread
walking alone and wondering when
the road may come to its bitter end...
I was one of them, yes, I was too
wondering when my end might come
and when the sunset and I would meet at last
and leave the dreary journey in the past.
Walking ever on, on tired feet I did,
and for company a disparaging heart
that taught me well to walk on
whilst fearing the fall of dark.
A journey made for two but done by one
for who knows how many years.
We all have but to carry on
and...
many feet have, for years, tread
walking alone and wondering when
the road may come to its bitter end...
I was one of them, yes, I was too
wondering when my end might come
and when the sunset and I would meet at last
and leave the dreary journey in the past.
Walking ever on, on tired feet I did,
and for company a disparaging heart
that taught me well to walk on
whilst fearing the fall of dark.
A journey made for two but done by one
for who knows how many years.
We all have but to carry on
and...
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Closing Down.
How can it possibly be this easy
for careless words to leave your lips?
They leave me feeling so queasy,
bent over double in searing pain...
I tell you that I miss you as a confession
of how much I find myself attached to you,
and I was made to believe it was safe to do so...
instead I'm only reminded to be just a little more careful.
I don't want to know that I'm simple.
You don't miss me because you've done this before?
I want to know that I'm, that we're, different,
because my plans never involved walking out your door.
I've...
for careless words to leave your lips?
They leave me feeling so queasy,
bent over double in searing pain...
I tell you that I miss you as a confession
of how much I find myself attached to you,
and I was made to believe it was safe to do so...
instead I'm only reminded to be just a little more careful.
I don't want to know that I'm simple.
You don't miss me because you've done this before?
I want to know that I'm, that we're, different,
because my plans never involved walking out your door.
I've...
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Songs in Bitter Remains
In my dreams its all I see,
every night I know it will be
you and me and the darkness
by which I've fallen asleep
won't seem so terribly overwhelming.
My darling, best friend, my lovely,
I can't bring myself to pretend
that this distance between us doesn't hurt me.
Sometimes it even seems like it'll never end,
I only hope you can feel the waves my heart sends
your way and its message you'll find is easy to comprehend.
Our love, like a lily, keeps blooming
and its so confusing
because it survives and keeps growing
in the steady...
every night I know it will be
you and me and the darkness
by which I've fallen asleep
won't seem so terribly overwhelming.
My darling, best friend, my lovely,
I can't bring myself to pretend
that this distance between us doesn't hurt me.
Sometimes it even seems like it'll never end,
I only hope you can feel the waves my heart sends
your way and its message you'll find is easy to comprehend.
Our love, like a lily, keeps blooming
and its so confusing
because it survives and keeps growing
in the steady...
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To be a lively premonition
If I could write down what I was thinking,
I'd be writing letter after letter forever.
If I could actually speak what I feel
on a daily basis, I'd be the house speaker.
If I could travel the world, I'd never
put together a permanent home.
Likewise, if I were to have wings, forever
I'd roam beyond hills and petty thrones.
All day and night you'd see me high above the coast,
I'd never land in the dirt or
ever fall flat on my face
because my feet would never touch down to earth below.
I want to always feel alive and able to enjoy...
I'd be writing letter after letter forever.
If I could actually speak what I feel
on a daily basis, I'd be the house speaker.
If I could travel the world, I'd never
put together a permanent home.
Likewise, if I were to have wings, forever
I'd roam beyond hills and petty thrones.
All day and night you'd see me high above the coast,
I'd never land in the dirt or
ever fall flat on my face
because my feet would never touch down to earth below.
I want to always feel alive and able to enjoy...
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This is Love.
Strong one, be my friend and watch
on the high walls to warn me
of any and all oncoming enemies,
and please, would you stay and fight with me.
I will be your friend, watch
on the high ramparts, while I create the battle plans.
We will be ready and willing together,
never not together, because anything less will surely lead to failure.
Be my warrior, stand faithfully by
my side and sound a uncompromising battle cry.
We march on, out past the front lines
and please, help me to defeat the foes standing before me.
I will be your...
on the high walls to warn me
of any and all oncoming enemies,
and please, would you stay and fight with me.
I will be your friend, watch
on the high ramparts, while I create the battle plans.
We will be ready and willing together,
never not together, because anything less will surely lead to failure.
Be my warrior, stand faithfully by
my side and sound a uncompromising battle cry.
We march on, out past the front lines
and please, help me to defeat the foes standing before me.
I will be your...
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I won't.
I've never had to feel this
so deeply before, this crushing,
heavy weight of shame so intense before
and when I look at you, I'm lost for words.
My heart feels strangely full of
this overpowering, overwhelming, unwanted sadness
and I feel like this once full organ has been suddenly deflated-
sharp edges of words carelessly spoken, pressing into soft flesh.
Oh, please won't someone tell me
that all of this is only in my head...
won't someone have mercy and let me know
that this unrelenting heaviness will cease and pass.
...
so deeply before, this crushing,
heavy weight of shame so intense before
and when I look at you, I'm lost for words.
My heart feels strangely full of
this overpowering, overwhelming, unwanted sadness
and I feel like this once full organ has been suddenly deflated-
sharp edges of words carelessly spoken, pressing into soft flesh.
Oh, please won't someone tell me
that all of this is only in my head...
won't someone have mercy and let me know
that this unrelenting heaviness will cease and pass.
...
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Somber Plead
Speaking isn't something so easily done,
when you feel as though you cannot think
and its becoming quite commonplace
to feel so tongue-tied, though I love you
sometimes your ways tend to confuse
and skies grow dark behind your closed eyes.
So explain to me now the disruption
that occurs even though I can speak
so freely to you... only some of the time.
Won't you say what I've done that's so wrong?
Tell so I won't do it again, so I can fix me
fix you, fix us- before your skies become so quiet again.
Before I fail one more time,...
when you feel as though you cannot think
and its becoming quite commonplace
to feel so tongue-tied, though I love you
sometimes your ways tend to confuse
and skies grow dark behind your closed eyes.
So explain to me now the disruption
that occurs even though I can speak
so freely to you... only some of the time.
Won't you say what I've done that's so wrong?
Tell so I won't do it again, so I can fix me
fix you, fix us- before your skies become so quiet again.
Before I fail one more time,...
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Painstaking.
There's an empty space where something used to be,
where you had been pressed so closely against me
and there's this empty length around my waist
where your arms always held me so warmly.
I've been doing my waiting and desperately pleading
for time to do its work and dull this constant aching.
I'm waiting for the day when I wake up
and there's an end to the incessant needing.
But I don't want to not miss you
and this ache may hurt but it must mean its true.
Our love is forever and always,
so I will let the pain do as it needs to do.
...
where you had been pressed so closely against me
and there's this empty length around my waist
where your arms always held me so warmly.
I've been doing my waiting and desperately pleading
for time to do its work and dull this constant aching.
I'm waiting for the day when I wake up
and there's an end to the incessant needing.
But I don't want to not miss you
and this ache may hurt but it must mean its true.
Our love is forever and always,
so I will let the pain do as it needs to do.
...
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