Submissions by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For the protection of the public, the last guy burned the map.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 9:24pm
30th Sep 2015 9:24pm
Oh So Pretty
Her gorgeous thoughts
and pretty mind,
a beautiful psyche
and astonishing vernacular.
The attractive way
she deduces reasoning
and seduces you
with her intelligent wit.
If you can't see
past her lovely face,
peering through
her perfect body,
you will miss out
on all that makes her...
well, indescribable.
and pretty mind,
a beautiful psyche
and astonishing vernacular.
The attractive way
she deduces reasoning
and seduces you
with her intelligent wit.
If you can't see
past her lovely face,
peering through
her perfect body,
you will miss out
on all that makes her...
well, indescribable.
691 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
9th Jul 2015 6:10am
Saints and Swearing
I know what love is. It's patient and it's kind. It's cooking 3 meals a day for a grieving army. It's a perfectly timed hug, followed by a homemade cocktail. It's an 8am car ride to a funeral when you got off work at 5am. It's blowing throw a stop sign at a construction site to ensure timeliness to a service. It's 100 man hours crafting the most beautiful box the world has ever known. It's a gentle "it's ok" in a cemetery. It's the pep talk of a lifetime when morale is at its lowest. It is balancing babies and heartache gracefully. It's much needed humor in the midst of despair. ...
727 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2015 5:49pm
13th May 2015 5:49pm
meet you there
a mattress on your floor
our chamber
this apartment, our lair
the street corner
our solitaire venture for more
be my Sid, I'll show you Nancy
our bodies thin
our drug seduced delusion, thinner
substance induced love
you whisper vacant and numb
"You're what whisky lives for
and food for the bottle you drink,"
like a strung out Shakespeare
and my kinda fairy tale
our chamber
this apartment, our lair
the street corner
our solitaire venture for more
be my Sid, I'll show you Nancy
our bodies thin
our drug seduced delusion, thinner
substance induced love
you whisper vacant and numb
"You're what whisky lives for
and food for the bottle you drink,"
like a strung out Shakespeare
and my kinda fairy tale
896 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 1:39am
27th Apr 2015 1:39am
Flattered
Break my Holy heart?
Don't flatter yourself!
My heart is made of bone
and even the layman
knows, a bone will not break
In the same place twice.
Don't flatter yourself!
My heart is made of bone
and even the layman
knows, a bone will not break
In the same place twice.
771 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 5:09am
20th Nov 2014 5:09am
Incarcerated
You're missing her essence,
immersed in your world,
behind the bars you create.
Nothing is more fascinating
than her face.
Your vices hold nothing to her
sleeping form.
What's more luxurious
than her lust
that you glutinously bypass?
She will leave you.
Dead man walking.
I'm only sorry
that she kept you
on death row
as long as she did.
For your last meal,
eat your heart out.
immersed in your world,
behind the bars you create.
Nothing is more fascinating
than her face.
Your vices hold nothing to her
sleeping form.
What's more luxurious
than her lust
that you glutinously bypass?
She will leave you.
Dead man walking.
I'm only sorry
that she kept you
on death row
as long as she did.
For your last meal,
eat your heart out.
783 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 4:47am
10th Oct 2014 4:47am
Inbox
There is no wrong or ugly,
only your just and beautiful
but limited lens.
You are not broken,
just peering at yourself
through your self-tinted window.
Infinity is a nose length away.
You have everything you've ever needed
buried in a place between your ears.
You have access to an all-knowing/
intelligent energy that calls you by name
but you forward it to a full inbox.
Wake up,
roll over
and see me, loving you.
only your just and beautiful
but limited lens.
You are not broken,
just peering at yourself
through your self-tinted window.
Infinity is a nose length away.
You have everything you've ever needed
buried in a place between your ears.
You have access to an all-knowing/
intelligent energy that calls you by name
but you forward it to a full inbox.
Wake up,
roll over
and see me, loving you.
823 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 6:52am
2nd Oct 2014 6:52am
Bringing Life to Death
You make the world
look better than it is.
Even dying, you make desirable.
Everybody dies,
though, few know true love.
Even fewer know love,
the way I know you.
I won't waste a single breath,
vowing to honor and cherish you,
for something as common as a lifetime.
When your last beat hears mine part,
Finally our final exhale and finest hour.
The dawn of eternal matrimony:
til death do we...
look better than it is.
Even dying, you make desirable.
Everybody dies,
though, few know true love.
Even fewer know love,
the way I know you.
I won't waste a single breath,
vowing to honor and cherish you,
for something as common as a lifetime.
When your last beat hears mine part,
Finally our final exhale and finest hour.
The dawn of eternal matrimony:
til death do we...
840 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 5:17am
12th Sep 2014 5:17am
Written for Her
She finds beauty in the underneath.
She’s communion to the already dead.
She’s in-between, hope and “pulled the trigger”.
She is the pardon, without giving a shit why you’re guillotined.
She loves you and she hasn’t met you yet.
She’s the mis-crucified means
to an end you still believe in.
She’s the poison that cures. She’s arsenic.
She’s the angel that thanked you, for ostracizing her.
In the presence of the "the weak", is where she calls home.
She needs death, destruction and desolation because that’s her safe...
She’s communion to the already dead.
She’s in-between, hope and “pulled the trigger”.
She is the pardon, without giving a shit why you’re guillotined.
She loves you and she hasn’t met you yet.
She’s the mis-crucified means
to an end you still believe in.
She’s the poison that cures. She’s arsenic.
She’s the angel that thanked you, for ostracizing her.
In the presence of the "the weak", is where she calls home.
She needs death, destruction and desolation because that’s her safe...
742 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 3:53am
2nd Sep 2014 3:53am
Movin' on ain't easy
He likes my cooking
but doesn't have a clue
where I've been.
He loves making love to me
but doesn't know how good I feel,
just being his Thursday, piece of ass.
He treats me with respect
but doesn't know what it's like when
I'm crazy enough about him
to break every last dish in his cupboard.
He says he wants to marry me but
doesn't know the infatuation it takes
to put a baby in me.
He cares about me
but doesn't know the luxury
of me lying...
but doesn't have a clue
where I've been.
He loves making love to me
but doesn't know how good I feel,
just being his Thursday, piece of ass.
He treats me with respect
but doesn't know what it's like when
I'm crazy enough about him
to break every last dish in his cupboard.
He says he wants to marry me but
doesn't know the infatuation it takes
to put a baby in me.
He cares about me
but doesn't know the luxury
of me lying...
831 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 6:47am
13th Aug 2014 6:47am
everything but....
When you're in pain, I feel my entire being, bleed. When I'm the one who disappoints you, it burns like watching Hitler kiss a German child. You say, you "love me" and I ponder for a brief moment, "I am that important?" When you sleep, I sleep. I have survived The Gauntlet of life, 30 years and as I'm left standing, I have you to show for it. I don't deserve you, darling son. You carry me every day and I only carried you, nine months. You brought me an entire world, just because I brought you into this one. How, with your first breath did you give me something worth living for and...
746 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 6:54am
8th Aug 2014 6:54am
Exist
No one ever told me that love was less of a fairy tale and more of a constant withdrawal from a substance that spawned what addiction is.
No one ever told me that losing yourself to unnerving obsession was par for the course, till Hell, do us part.
No one ever told me that the world would start to appear terrifying from our lips initial encounter because for the first time, I was made finite.
...but no one ever told me because before you and I, those words merely had not existed.
No one ever told me that losing yourself to unnerving obsession was par for the course, till Hell, do us part.
No one ever told me that the world would start to appear terrifying from our lips initial encounter because for the first time, I was made finite.
...but no one ever told me because before you and I, those words merely had not existed.
873 reads
10 Comments
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