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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 2:54pm
8th Oct 2015 2:54pm
Longing.
Gravitating towards the sun
is how the grandeur sunflower lives
and when forced to dwell in the shade, it quivers
for it is away from its sunshine- what most matters.
Aching for you like the sun misses the moon,
reaching to find your hand is all I want to do.
Please keep hold of me, my love
as shooting stars fall from the sky above.
I have lips that miss your name
as much as I have eyes that long for your face
and we both have proved we can make it through
but between my fingers still exists cold space.
Staring at...
is how the grandeur sunflower lives
and when forced to dwell in the shade, it quivers
for it is away from its sunshine- what most matters.
Aching for you like the sun misses the moon,
reaching to find your hand is all I want to do.
Please keep hold of me, my love
as shooting stars fall from the sky above.
I have lips that miss your name
as much as I have eyes that long for your face
and we both have proved we can make it through
but between my fingers still exists cold space.
Staring at...
594 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2015 9:26pm
6th Oct 2015 9:26pm
Once Upon A Lifetime
Your words lace me like a neck adorned with pearls,
to that "once upon a dream" I find myself likening
the connection between you and I
and as I lay in your arms I can feel forever singing.
You make me feel like leaping from the ledge
and I can do so knowing I will fly
away to a quiet, magical place
where you and I will constantly exist, face to face.
You know I've lived the past few years
hidden away, so deep in every single one of my lies...
Labeled a user but simultaneously so used and abused
but you make me feel so brand new....
to that "once upon a dream" I find myself likening
the connection between you and I
and as I lay in your arms I can feel forever singing.
You make me feel like leaping from the ledge
and I can do so knowing I will fly
away to a quiet, magical place
where you and I will constantly exist, face to face.
You know I've lived the past few years
hidden away, so deep in every single one of my lies...
Labeled a user but simultaneously so used and abused
but you make me feel so brand new....
705 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 4:07am
29th Sep 2015 4:07am
Juxtaposed.
Placed next to another: contrasting...
And its fascinatingly terrifying
even hopelessly scintillating,
oh it can be wondrously frightening
and so overwhelmingly mystifying.
You are the sun during the day
resting in a clear, cloudless sky
while I am the moon
reflecting and guarding the night.
I am the reason for rhyme
and you are the rhyme to reason.
I am the waves that crash against the shore,
and my beloved is the calm, expansive ocean.
You are the lighthouse amidst my storms
and I am a rose amongst your thorns....
And its fascinatingly terrifying
even hopelessly scintillating,
oh it can be wondrously frightening
and so overwhelmingly mystifying.
You are the sun during the day
resting in a clear, cloudless sky
while I am the moon
reflecting and guarding the night.
I am the reason for rhyme
and you are the rhyme to reason.
I am the waves that crash against the shore,
and my beloved is the calm, expansive ocean.
You are the lighthouse amidst my storms
and I am a rose amongst your thorns....
737 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2015 8:46pm
25th Sep 2015 8:46pm
Connecting Sameness.
You've got no clue and its so funny...
So permit me to tell you a little story.
When you're not here I'm sad but at the same time
I'm never that sad really, for I find myself smiling
because you're in my thoughts within my mind-
your sweet, smiling face.
When I close my my eyes I see those hazel
ones staring so intently back.
I hear your voice above the noise
of the world of craziness I'm always surrounded by.
So when you aren't around, I'm still mostly happy
because the presence you have in my heart surrounds me.
...
So permit me to tell you a little story.
When you're not here I'm sad but at the same time
I'm never that sad really, for I find myself smiling
because you're in my thoughts within my mind-
your sweet, smiling face.
When I close my my eyes I see those hazel
ones staring so intently back.
I hear your voice above the noise
of the world of craziness I'm always surrounded by.
So when you aren't around, I'm still mostly happy
because the presence you have in my heart surrounds me.
...
772 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2015 2:43am
12th Sep 2015 2:43am
Whore.
No amount of hiding will keep her from
their twisted faces; so angry, so judging- its terrifying,
and no matter how hard she might try,
she just cant drown out the noise of their violent cries:
"Slut!
"Sinner!"
"Murderer!"
Miserably, she glues her eyes to the ground, walking on-
they have determined that she should ne'er raise her eyes
For she is a terrible person, committing the very worst kind of wrong.
Undeserving to look into the gentle eyes of a savior.
Carelessly, they all assume the worst of her,...
their twisted faces; so angry, so judging- its terrifying,
and no matter how hard she might try,
she just cant drown out the noise of their violent cries:
"Slut!
"Sinner!"
"Murderer!"
Miserably, she glues her eyes to the ground, walking on-
they have determined that she should ne'er raise her eyes
For she is a terrible person, committing the very worst kind of wrong.
Undeserving to look into the gentle eyes of a savior.
Carelessly, they all assume the worst of her,...
798 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 3:52pm
3rd Sep 2015 3:52pm
My Grandmother's Quilt
She threads the needle as she sits in her rocking chair
Her voice travels within my dreams through the air
She smiles at me and softly explains
Why the quilt looks quite a certain way:
Complication is a quilt of emotions
when squares are added over long
lengths of linear time and still today
never completely finished.
The mystery is how some pieces were sewn to attach others
and its enough to drive you plain mad
and wonder who in the hell made this
and doubting whether they were really in a right state of mind.
Perfection is that...
Her voice travels within my dreams through the air
She smiles at me and softly explains
Why the quilt looks quite a certain way:
Complication is a quilt of emotions
when squares are added over long
lengths of linear time and still today
never completely finished.
The mystery is how some pieces were sewn to attach others
and its enough to drive you plain mad
and wonder who in the hell made this
and doubting whether they were really in a right state of mind.
Perfection is that...
1028 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 4:12pm
22nd Aug 2015 4:12pm
Hurt.
I can't speak.
And believe me, I don't want to be without you but
being near you now I feel burdensome.
Somehow I can't shake these demons
so I still my body and silence myself, minimize myself
to the tiniest and quietest I could possibly be-
Not to stand out, not to be seen.
I'm sorry I'm here and I'm sorry I pout
and I'm sorry that you had to ask me to stay-
So I claim I can leave, I hear myself lie
because I'm screaming inside to run away,
away from you so I can avoid
feeling like little more than some menial
chore by which you have...
And believe me, I don't want to be without you but
being near you now I feel burdensome.
Somehow I can't shake these demons
so I still my body and silence myself, minimize myself
to the tiniest and quietest I could possibly be-
Not to stand out, not to be seen.
I'm sorry I'm here and I'm sorry I pout
and I'm sorry that you had to ask me to stay-
So I claim I can leave, I hear myself lie
because I'm screaming inside to run away,
away from you so I can avoid
feeling like little more than some menial
chore by which you have...
654 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 00:49am
17th Aug 2015 00:49am
This Is True
There is always pain in our past
and it breaks my heart to know of yours.
I sit here and wonder why anyone
would ever harbor desire to hurt someone
who holds my own heart so tenderly...
Its very strange to me
and you know me- I've got a troubled past
of my own with hurts like you've not known.
Together we forge new paths today
forfeiting the grip we have on pains of yesterday.
Those we hurt and those who hurt us bought
us new opportunities and I'll be damned
before I squander this bright future its left in its wake-
and it is...
and it breaks my heart to know of yours.
I sit here and wonder why anyone
would ever harbor desire to hurt someone
who holds my own heart so tenderly...
Its very strange to me
and you know me- I've got a troubled past
of my own with hurts like you've not known.
Together we forge new paths today
forfeiting the grip we have on pains of yesterday.
Those we hurt and those who hurt us bought
us new opportunities and I'll be damned
before I squander this bright future its left in its wake-
and it is...
738 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 8:15pm
30th Jul 2015 8:15pm
Tonight Ends With Red
Some nights I'm fine.
There are days where I smile
and I sing for a while
because I really enjoy being alive.
There are some nights when I get lonely,
but those nights sometimes end just fine.
Then there are nights when I'm angry,
though those nights can end just the same in peace.
Then there are nights when I cry,
I curl up and in my head the thoughts scream at me,
"I just want to die!"
But those nights that's not really what I mean...
Right?
There are the nights when I suffer
under attack and burning fire...
There are days where I smile
and I sing for a while
because I really enjoy being alive.
There are some nights when I get lonely,
but those nights sometimes end just fine.
Then there are nights when I'm angry,
though those nights can end just the same in peace.
Then there are nights when I cry,
I curl up and in my head the thoughts scream at me,
"I just want to die!"
But those nights that's not really what I mean...
Right?
There are the nights when I suffer
under attack and burning fire...
720 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 4:39pm
29th Jul 2015 4:39pm
Our Story.
Its a burning conundrum,
its the humdrum of a beating heart
just beating on and on
and people remark carelessly about
how it doesn't look that broken.
A girl begins to wonder
why she still even bothers
to keep it safe from inevitable plunder
spurred on by careless words
and people say she's worrying about nothing.
So she steps out onto a ledge
and takes just one small chance
thinking maybe they're all on to something, maybe.
Maybe this time she can dance to a tune that
doesn't scream to run from what may be coming.
A...
its the humdrum of a beating heart
just beating on and on
and people remark carelessly about
how it doesn't look that broken.
A girl begins to wonder
why she still even bothers
to keep it safe from inevitable plunder
spurred on by careless words
and people say she's worrying about nothing.
So she steps out onto a ledge
and takes just one small chance
thinking maybe they're all on to something, maybe.
Maybe this time she can dance to a tune that
doesn't scream to run from what may be coming.
A...
997 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2015 8:44pm
27th Jul 2015 8:44pm
A New Adventure.
It takes two people who are broken
and it helps that our souls were an outspoken
match from the start.
So lean a little closer in
to my heartbeat in time with yours in
perfect harmony, two broken hearts beat perfectly.
No words need be spoken
and in me there's a joy you've awoken.
Its perfect, wonderful art.
I can no longer hide behind any curtain
and you say I'll never be alone again.
So I can see neither of us have small parts to play in this.
Sometimes I just feel so frozen
and unable to live for each moment.
Stuck...
and it helps that our souls were an outspoken
match from the start.
So lean a little closer in
to my heartbeat in time with yours in
perfect harmony, two broken hearts beat perfectly.
No words need be spoken
and in me there's a joy you've awoken.
Its perfect, wonderful art.
I can no longer hide behind any curtain
and you say I'll never be alone again.
So I can see neither of us have small parts to play in this.
Sometimes I just feel so frozen
and unable to live for each moment.
Stuck...
835 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2015 5:01pm
22nd Jul 2015 5:01pm
Muddled
This girl is walking around in a haze
and content to spend her days
fighting nothing but the many ways
that fear and temptation try to play.
And they fuck up her self-esteem, always,
and she can't seem to find what pays
them to hang around and still slay
her, and no matter what she does they stay unfazed.
The floor on which she treads always creaks
and the rooftop has unfixable leaks.
Her soul, heart, and mind feel so meek
and every day makes her feel just a little more weak.
Her strength begins to wane because it passed it's peak....
and content to spend her days
fighting nothing but the many ways
that fear and temptation try to play.
And they fuck up her self-esteem, always,
and she can't seem to find what pays
them to hang around and still slay
her, and no matter what she does they stay unfazed.
The floor on which she treads always creaks
and the rooftop has unfixable leaks.
Her soul, heart, and mind feel so meek
and every day makes her feel just a little more weak.
Her strength begins to wane because it passed it's peak....
706 reads
6 Comments
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