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.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 00:14am
21st Mar 2015 00:14am
Goodbye Melody
Lets recall the fun times,
Smiles and lots of laughter,
with eyes so bright
When everything feels so right.
But sometimes, my dear,
this sinking feeling
comes along, creeping into
the melody of my happiness.
Dark shadows get cast
and roles get switched.
How do I keep on living
in this darkness,
not giving an inch...
not one single inch of my sanity?
So please pray with me,
as my hands reach to grab
at anything that will keep me
from this sinking depravity.
So please don't leave me alone,
and...
Smiles and lots of laughter,
with eyes so bright
When everything feels so right.
But sometimes, my dear,
this sinking feeling
comes along, creeping into
the melody of my happiness.
Dark shadows get cast
and roles get switched.
How do I keep on living
in this darkness,
not giving an inch...
not one single inch of my sanity?
So please pray with me,
as my hands reach to grab
at anything that will keep me
from this sinking depravity.
So please don't leave me alone,
and...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Mar 2015 8:46pm
10th Mar 2015 8:46pm
In MY Bones
I can feel it present in my bones,
The words sink in
and soak my clothes.
Washing away my sanity
and as I scream,
they all laugh at me.
Not at another's expense, no,
at the expense of my humanity.
In the hour of darkness at hand
my fingers scrape and a voice calls, rasps
in the air, at nothing, it all slips
through my grasp.
The realization is that there is nothing,
we're reaching through silence,
only finding more of the same violence.
And oh how I, how we cry...
Our words are spit with anger, ...
The words sink in
and soak my clothes.
Washing away my sanity
and as I scream,
they all laugh at me.
Not at another's expense, no,
at the expense of my humanity.
In the hour of darkness at hand
my fingers scrape and a voice calls, rasps
in the air, at nothing, it all slips
through my grasp.
The realization is that there is nothing,
we're reaching through silence,
only finding more of the same violence.
And oh how I, how we cry...
Our words are spit with anger, ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 12:54pm
9th Mar 2015 12:54pm
Do You Even Want To Know
Do you know,
That now I can't trust them.
Even when they present nothing but the best intentions.
Men.
But you don't know- you never ask.
Did you know
That when they speak, "I love you."
I can't believe them,
but you'll never know that,
you'll never ask.
I bet you didn't know
That when they try to compliment me,
I have panic attacks
Those moments bring me all the way back,
But I guess it doesn't matter, cause you won't ask.
Slinging around your words
Of hurt, of contempt, pride, anger, and lies.
But...
That now I can't trust them.
Even when they present nothing but the best intentions.
Men.
But you don't know- you never ask.
Did you know
That when they speak, "I love you."
I can't believe them,
but you'll never know that,
you'll never ask.
I bet you didn't know
That when they try to compliment me,
I have panic attacks
Those moments bring me all the way back,
But I guess it doesn't matter, cause you won't ask.
Slinging around your words
Of hurt, of contempt, pride, anger, and lies.
But...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 12:42pm
9th Mar 2015 12:42pm
Accountability Partners
You asked me once, "Hey kid, wanna give it another go?"
But I gotta say, that the truth is, I never really let go.
In the span of the last few months, some things may have gone
Differently than we imagined, but I can say
with certainty unfailing, that I will never let go.
Sure, my grip may have loosened and my body's been stretching
over this gap of life and death, but I've held on
to what I remember, a friend sent by God that's eternal,
forever.
Yeah, we've had our battles, but that's not cause to unravel.
Three fold cord, God forged us...
But I gotta say, that the truth is, I never really let go.
In the span of the last few months, some things may have gone
Differently than we imagined, but I can say
with certainty unfailing, that I will never let go.
Sure, my grip may have loosened and my body's been stretching
over this gap of life and death, but I've held on
to what I remember, a friend sent by God that's eternal,
forever.
Yeah, we've had our battles, but that's not cause to unravel.
Three fold cord, God forged us...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 2:07am
8th Mar 2015 2:07am
Highway Romancer
I saw you one day, it took only seconds for you to pass me by,
On that long stretch of highway.
I couldn't, can't, help but smile, because you remind me
of a flirty, confident, romantic me.
Smiling, laughing, hardly containing myself.
I didn't even mind, the smoke coming from your lungs
because underneath it all, a dragon is what I see.
Magnificent gold and blue, of which there are so few.
And I wished, oh how I wished I could fly with you.
So when the storm lets loose, I'll follow because
for some reason, you make me feel safe, ...
On that long stretch of highway.
I couldn't, can't, help but smile, because you remind me
of a flirty, confident, romantic me.
Smiling, laughing, hardly containing myself.
I didn't even mind, the smoke coming from your lungs
because underneath it all, a dragon is what I see.
Magnificent gold and blue, of which there are so few.
And I wished, oh how I wished I could fly with you.
So when the storm lets loose, I'll follow because
for some reason, you make me feel safe, ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 1:48am
8th Mar 2015 1:48am
Prodigal Son
I don't get me all the time, sometimes I even hate myself.
I'm crying for change, and I know I must be acting so strange.
But where has my motivation gone?
Where is this deviation coming from?
In a big world, I'm feeling really small.
And this world isn't mine, it's not even on my side.
I feel like I'm just along for the ride.
It's like this:
In the world, but not of it- a elitist of another clique.
A wall of cement, not brick.
I don't fit in, I can't fit in, but really,
I don't want to fit in.
It goes like this:
Everyday I...
I'm crying for change, and I know I must be acting so strange.
But where has my motivation gone?
Where is this deviation coming from?
In a big world, I'm feeling really small.
And this world isn't mine, it's not even on my side.
I feel like I'm just along for the ride.
It's like this:
In the world, but not of it- a elitist of another clique.
A wall of cement, not brick.
I don't fit in, I can't fit in, but really,
I don't want to fit in.
It goes like this:
Everyday I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 12:32pm
7th Mar 2015 12:32pm
The War
I'm feeling sad, but I can't say exactly why.
And wouldn't you know that it makes me so mad.
Depression...
I've bee makin' my confessions but feelin' like I'm in
Remission...
Do I need someone's permission... to be Happy?
On my shoulders I constantly feel
the weight and the pain of something unreal.
And not even the rain can wash away the shame,
The way I feel is going down the drain.
That's where I go.
All my everything, down through darkness,
everything rubbing me against the grain.
I dig in, please, anything to slow me down...
And wouldn't you know that it makes me so mad.
Depression...
I've bee makin' my confessions but feelin' like I'm in
Remission...
Do I need someone's permission... to be Happy?
On my shoulders I constantly feel
the weight and the pain of something unreal.
And not even the rain can wash away the shame,
The way I feel is going down the drain.
That's where I go.
All my everything, down through darkness,
everything rubbing me against the grain.
I dig in, please, anything to slow me down...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 9:15pm
4th Mar 2015 9:15pm
Self-Illusion
*Disclaimer** This is not a hate poem. This is an expression of a personal struggle in my life. **End Disclaimer**
Lesbian imitation.
There's a complete lack of self-motivation,
Built, instead, and filled with self-degradation.
I am not a person.
I am a machine,
bent on my own self-destruction.
I touch her
In the night when no places are secret.
I am a woman without limitation,
but take a look at all the other children!
They open their Bibles with much
Anticipation.
And I glance at that book in my hand,
can only shudder,...
Lesbian imitation.
There's a complete lack of self-motivation,
Built, instead, and filled with self-degradation.
I am not a person.
I am a machine,
bent on my own self-destruction.
I touch her
In the night when no places are secret.
I am a woman without limitation,
but take a look at all the other children!
They open their Bibles with much
Anticipation.
And I glance at that book in my hand,
can only shudder,...
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