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
7th Aug 2014 8:27am
7th Aug 2014 8:27am
It Can Be Ok
It hurts me to see you fight with yourself.
You are ok. You are ok.
I will say it again because, you are ok.
I mourn for you and all you've seen,
for what you'll never find the words to say.
You don't know the luxury
of losing your composure.
You don't know the bliss,
of being the class clown
who gets laughed at
but only because you,
yourself, command it.
You don't know the pleasure
of no stipulations or no critique.
Accept my love.
Accept my:...
You are ok. You are ok.
I will say it again because, you are ok.
I mourn for you and all you've seen,
for what you'll never find the words to say.
You don't know the luxury
of losing your composure.
You don't know the bliss,
of being the class clown
who gets laughed at
but only because you,
yourself, command it.
You don't know the pleasure
of no stipulations or no critique.
Accept my love.
Accept my:...
846 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 3:07am
19th Jul 2014 3:07am
Modesty
Everything in front of me is still.
The foreground is:
warm, loud and you.
You show me the pleasure
of all that is homeostatic.
I am nestled in your being/
a bio-dome of lovely creation.
In this, only we, exist,
only you exist.
From a modest place I say,
"This is what love looks like"
The foreground is:
warm, loud and you.
You show me the pleasure
of all that is homeostatic.
I am nestled in your being/
a bio-dome of lovely creation.
In this, only we, exist,
only you exist.
From a modest place I say,
"This is what love looks like"
851 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 7:17am
14th Jul 2014 7:17am
Cheated By Life
The sweet faced girl
approached her sister,
"I come to you with a message:
I know you fuck and love him.
I know he does the same.
I'd just assume kill you
and my cheating husband."
Before she pulls the trigger
pressed to her lips,
She whispers through her tears,
"Instead, I'll kill the messenger. "
approached her sister,
"I come to you with a message:
I know you fuck and love him.
I know he does the same.
I'd just assume kill you
and my cheating husband."
Before she pulls the trigger
pressed to her lips,
She whispers through her tears,
"Instead, I'll kill the messenger. "
1101 reads
27 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 2:19am
14th Jul 2014 2:19am
Fire Cracker (written for the Independence comp.)
I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty.
I have a mirror that peers into the very fiber of my being.
I don't need your approval for intellect.
I've got Ernest and Cormac to keep me sharp.
I don't need you to tell me I'm crazy.
I'm delighted in my loose grip on your reality.
I don't need the air you breath,
when there's one thousand an one lives to go.
I don't need your...
I have a mirror that peers into the very fiber of my being.
I don't need your approval for intellect.
I've got Ernest and Cormac to keep me sharp.
I don't need you to tell me I'm crazy.
I'm delighted in my loose grip on your reality.
I don't need the air you breath,
when there's one thousand an one lives to go.
I don't need your...
768 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 5:04am
11th Jul 2014 5:04am
Incarnate
I meet you each lifetime,
I ponder with gentle curiosity.
I bet we were a match
born in purgatory.
I suspect a kind of soul mates.
Together,
we probably wrote
great tragedies.
Inspiring with
your inspiration,
I imagine,
we were perfect.
I ponder with gentle curiosity.
I bet we were a match
born in purgatory.
I suspect a kind of soul mates.
Together,
we probably wrote
great tragedies.
Inspiring with
your inspiration,
I imagine,
we were perfect.
1023 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2014 5:52pm
2nd Jul 2014 5:52pm
World Peace
She was; on the beach,
on Molly, on him.
She teased
that he looked like
a Greek Deity/ Rolling Stone
hybrid.
He believed
in her sweetness
in such a way
that he wondered
if she wasn't the answer
to world peace.
She looked up from
his thigh, her pillow,
enchantedly saying,
"If we ever fall in love,
I hope it feels precisely
like this."
He smiles at her notion
and she smiles at his smile.
Somewhere, The Gods,
they smile at the both of them.
on Molly, on him.
She teased
that he looked like
a Greek Deity/ Rolling Stone
hybrid.
He believed
in her sweetness
in such a way
that he wondered
if she wasn't the answer
to world peace.
She looked up from
his thigh, her pillow,
enchantedly saying,
"If we ever fall in love,
I hope it feels precisely
like this."
He smiles at her notion
and she smiles at his smile.
Somewhere, The Gods,
they smile at the both of them.
1003 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 6:20pm
25th Jun 2014 6:20pm
Life Preserved
Life, it broke me,
far beyond repair.
My spirit, fashioned of glass.
Shards of my soul, smashed
and back to sand and grain.
I finally let go,
completely loosening
my grip on sanity.
Released/ gone.
I misplaced my mind for good this time.
I finally pried my own fingers off of;
my war with the world,
what I so desperately thought I knew
and hope fuelled pain...
and so I fell.
Freefalling through
an uncomfortable,
unknown and frightening space.
I fought and mourned what I
no...
far beyond repair.
My spirit, fashioned of glass.
Shards of my soul, smashed
and back to sand and grain.
I finally let go,
completely loosening
my grip on sanity.
Released/ gone.
I misplaced my mind for good this time.
I finally pried my own fingers off of;
my war with the world,
what I so desperately thought I knew
and hope fuelled pain...
and so I fell.
Freefalling through
an uncomfortable,
unknown and frightening space.
I fought and mourned what I
no...
1050 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2014 5:40pm
20th Jun 2014 5:40pm
Advent of an Adjective
He, like a cooling ember.
Me, like morning fog
burning off/
getting off.
The syncrasy
was effortless
and chemistry,
timeless.
As for my
journey down
his everything;
I sink until I
can't breath,
until he can't breath.
Before I quite
on our exhale,
together we die
and oh we die,
again
and again
and again.
Creating our
own vernacular
with our lips.
If he is lust
manifest,
I am love
womanifest.
Me, like morning fog
burning off/
getting off.
The syncrasy
was effortless
and chemistry,
timeless.
As for my
journey down
his everything;
I sink until I
can't breath,
until he can't breath.
Before I quite
on our exhale,
together we die
and oh we die,
again
and again
and again.
Creating our
own vernacular
with our lips.
If he is lust
manifest,
I am love
womanifest.
690 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 6:52pm
19th Jun 2014 6:52pm
Her One True Line (Thank You)
I have something alive/ real and I'm as terrified as I had always imagined I would be when there was nothing but being numb to lose.
674 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 3:13pm
19th Jun 2014 3:13pm
Untitled
"When you've lost your navigational beacon,a loving directive is the sun rising in the east on your broken compass that leads you home."
- me
- me
871 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2014 6:36am
29th May 2014 6:36am
To Wake
In repose I see you.
Not awake, although,
visions fill my pretty head
and still on your pillow.
I smile with my eyes still closed,
your tapestries, yes too,
knowing when they open,
I'll awaken next to you.
Not awake, although,
visions fill my pretty head
and still on your pillow.
I smile with my eyes still closed,
your tapestries, yes too,
knowing when they open,
I'll awaken next to you.
779 reads
10 Comments
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