Submissions by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For the protection of the public, the last guy burned the map.
Landmine
The hardest part of existing
is in the try
We’re forced to try
but have no real say
Point your fucking boat in rights direction
Her hopeful beaconed light
rotating, rotating, rotating
She’s a lie
A rock shored light house
with no beach
but real hope…
Real hope:
Is knowing in your bones
in the deepest of downs
That you have no control
None
So my love,
Paddle for the warmest sand
with all your...
is in the try
We’re forced to try
but have no real say
Point your fucking boat in rights direction
Her hopeful beaconed light
rotating, rotating, rotating
She’s a lie
A rock shored light house
with no beach
but real hope…
Real hope:
Is knowing in your bones
in the deepest of downs
That you have no control
None
So my love,
Paddle for the warmest sand
with all your...
#anxiety
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Neuropathy
I can't feel anything
below the top of my heart.
so, it's funny that it hurts.
I don't want to learn to walk again.
I want to stay here,
non-ambulatory of sorts.
Euthanasia please!
He loves me. It's beautiful outside
but the decomp is intrinsic
and so time of death will be sudden,
for only the bereaved.
below the top of my heart.
so, it's funny that it hurts.
I don't want to learn to walk again.
I want to stay here,
non-ambulatory of sorts.
Euthanasia please!
He loves me. It's beautiful outside
but the decomp is intrinsic
and so time of death will be sudden,
for only the bereaved.
#sadness
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I saw someone say
I saw someone say
they want you to choose them
in a room where everyone wants you.
I will always love you
When no one else in the world did.
I will love your loneliness
which she can never give you
now that the world "loves" you
and that's why you feel alone.
they want you to choose them
in a room where everyone wants you.
I will always love you
When no one else in the world did.
I will love your loneliness
which she can never give you
now that the world "loves" you
and that's why you feel alone.
#love
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Every Man For Himself
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Eye Contact
I say “How’s your day?” but want to whisper “come here”
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
You reply “it’s good” instead of pulling me near you
I ask if you’re headed out but would rather be lowering myself down your core
You nod yes and bite your lip but want to bite mine
“Cool” I respond as I picture kissing you like our plane is going down
We both exhale and I leave without listening to your eyes, yelling at me to stay
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Speechless
I can never stumble
on the right words
the dislocated ones I find,
just fall and tumble
out of my mouth, bumbling
it's too hard to navigate word order
through the fog of dizziness
the tip of your tongue evokes
disoriented busyness
disrupts my thought process
and causes my heart to erupt
while my vernacular chokes
on the right words
the dislocated ones I find,
just fall and tumble
out of my mouth, bumbling
it's too hard to navigate word order
through the fog of dizziness
the tip of your tongue evokes
disoriented busyness
disrupts my thought process
and causes my heart to erupt
while my vernacular chokes
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See Me
you never saw the enamored expression,
my sprawled infatuation, when I’d watch your face
because your gaze was always intercepted
with the loving look, you paid your phone
your heart never fell to the floor when my dress would
because your heart was never there to drop
you’ll never know how easy I would have been to please
because my happiness never made your to do list
you saw me the way you see your window pane,
dazing past it at something much prettier
my sprawled infatuation, when I’d watch your face
because your gaze was always intercepted
with the loving look, you paid your phone
your heart never fell to the floor when my dress would
because your heart was never there to drop
you’ll never know how easy I would have been to please
because my happiness never made your to do list
you saw me the way you see your window pane,
dazing past it at something much prettier
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Sleeping
I'll seduce you with my "Daddy Issues" broken look
and leave you wondering if you can't fuck the needle out of my arm
I get off watching you have to think about the men that violate me
(men who don't want me like you do)
I want to see you die in the wake of my poor, self-generated, prognosis and bury me before I'm dead
Sleeping on your chest while my self-harm keeps you awake, is the only time I feel alive
and leave you wondering if you can't fuck the needle out of my arm
I get off watching you have to think about the men that violate me
(men who don't want me like you do)
I want to see you die in the wake of my poor, self-generated, prognosis and bury me before I'm dead
Sleeping on your chest while my self-harm keeps you awake, is the only time I feel alive
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Open
your eyes railed to mine
like the collide of a train wreck
becoming intertwined
and not easy to tare away
your intentional locked stare
forces me to exhale
while your smile has me forgetting,
all the while, to altogether breathe
I imagine the tips of your fingers;
how'd they feel down my throat
and the heights of intimacy
I might show you,
with just my bottom lip
Not touching you is like pouring kerosene over an open fantasy
like the collide of a train wreck
becoming intertwined
and not easy to tare away
your intentional locked stare
forces me to exhale
while your smile has me forgetting,
all the while, to altogether breathe
I imagine the tips of your fingers;
how'd they feel down my throat
and the heights of intimacy
I might show you,
with just my bottom lip
Not touching you is like pouring kerosene over an open fantasy
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The Digger
Shoveling all night
Abandoning sleep
From 4 to 5
Than 12 feet deep
There she’s buried
Left far behind
Still though pristine
And past flat-lined
Wiping dead tears
Off her muddied face
A fucked song, gone wrong
With no Amazed Grace
Dirt covered he whispers
Saying a vow,
“He can’t hurt you again,
when I’ve got you now”
Her eyes open, slow
To looking around
Seeing she’s lost
For just being found
“Where is he though?”
She asks so afraid
The Digger, he pulls her
From down where she laid
He smiles and...
Abandoning sleep
From 4 to 5
Than 12 feet deep
There she’s buried
Left far behind
Still though pristine
And past flat-lined
Wiping dead tears
Off her muddied face
A fucked song, gone wrong
With no Amazed Grace
Dirt covered he whispers
Saying a vow,
“He can’t hurt you again,
when I’ve got you now”
Her eyes open, slow
To looking around
Seeing she’s lost
For just being found
“Where is he though?”
She asks so afraid
The Digger, he pulls her
From down where she laid
He smiles and...
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Soulmates through Sunday
I wonder if maybe
the universe brought us to meet
to discover together,
the secret to life?
Than it occurred to me
that we already did,
back there in that hotel room.
Two singles, a single soul
and dismantled antique headboard.
A fleeting weekend
that has sustained me
through dark hours
and weeks to follow.
Something to smile about
through the pain
or laugh all the while for
looking into fears ugly eyes
and something to...
the universe brought us to meet
to discover together,
the secret to life?
Than it occurred to me
that we already did,
back there in that hotel room.
Two singles, a single soul
and dismantled antique headboard.
A fleeting weekend
that has sustained me
through dark hours
and weeks to follow.
Something to smile about
through the pain
or laugh all the while for
looking into fears ugly eyes
and something to...
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Goodbye Ole Friend
I can't be your "Little Thing"
not another day or hour.
No, not even for a last song.
You've broke me like a whisky binge.
So, I'll walk my shame on home,
where you won't and cannot be.
Our last round was served and drank,
long before this last call.
We'll fuck in different beds tonight,
wake up to something new.
We were no good for each other
but this goodbye, ole friend, is good.
not another day or hour.
No, not even for a last song.
You've broke me like a whisky binge.
So, I'll walk my shame on home,
where you won't and cannot be.
Our last round was served and drank,
long before this last call.
We'll fuck in different beds tonight,
wake up to something new.
We were no good for each other
but this goodbye, ole friend, is good.
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