Submissions by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For the protection of the public, the last guy burned the map.
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th May 2014 2:44am
28th May 2014 2:44am
Hate f**k (written for the "Hate = Sex" Comp.)
1350 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th May 2014 11:45pm
27th May 2014 11:45pm
Dear Kanten (written for the "Suicide Notes" comp.)
Dear Kanten,
If you're reading this,
I'm dead.
If you're reading this,
I've lost the battle.
If you're reading this;
The innate drive,
to stay alive, has perished
and lost the fight
to a part, that urges me
to find refuge,
in my own self demise.
If you're reading this,
I am so sorry, Baby Boy.
Love,
Mama
If you're reading this,
I'm dead.
If you're reading this,
I've lost the battle.
If you're reading this;
The innate drive,
to stay alive, has perished
and lost the fight
to a part, that urges me
to find refuge,
in my own self demise.
If you're reading this,
I am so sorry, Baby Boy.
Love,
Mama
902 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2014 10:36pm
21st May 2014 10:36pm
I Will Miss You, Friend
I tried to will, what won't
and no longer can endure,
as desperate as I am to be,
you know, I can't be her.
You'll love her every aspect,
even after close inspection,
every inch and every layer,
every flaw and imperfection.
...and the both, you'll meet,
to prove so, bittersweet,
my darkest and finest hour/
biggest triumph and defeat.
My loving final act
and demonstrated show,
I only walk away from you,
so, you two, can say, "Hello."
and no longer can endure,
as desperate as I am to be,
you know, I can't be her.
You'll love her every aspect,
even after close inspection,
every inch and every layer,
every flaw and imperfection.
...and the both, you'll meet,
to prove so, bittersweet,
my darkest and finest hour/
biggest triumph and defeat.
My loving final act
and demonstrated show,
I only walk away from you,
so, you two, can say, "Hello."
779 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2014 1:01am
21st May 2014 1:01am
Don't Mind
So lost in space,
between her ears.
She has been lost,
from what they hear
in here, for years.
No one dares near.
Find a way in?
Find a way out!
Please help me, Sir,
find my way out,
(not in) of here.
Don't mind, my mind,
as they all find
my tears out there,
next to my fears,
and lost amongst
the gears, in here.
between her ears.
She has been lost,
from what they hear
in here, for years.
No one dares near.
Find a way in?
Find a way out!
Please help me, Sir,
find my way out,
(not in) of here.
Don't mind, my mind,
as they all find
my tears out there,
next to my fears,
and lost amongst
the gears, in here.
783 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2014 3:36pm
19th May 2014 3:36pm
Sold Soulmate's
Tight blue jeans.
Her, choppy, blonde hair
tucked in a stocking cap.
His beard covers his
James Dean face.
Both tattooed;
He, neck to toe.
Her, a Scarlett letter and a disclaimer
down her back:
"For the protection of the public,
the last guy burned the map."
He grabs the back of her neck,
lovingly, escorting her to her
next line of coke.
They wash it down
with whisky and a blow job.
A hotel room, full of money
that isn't theirs.
A trunk full of felonies. ...
Her, choppy, blonde hair
tucked in a stocking cap.
His beard covers his
James Dean face.
Both tattooed;
He, neck to toe.
Her, a Scarlett letter and a disclaimer
down her back:
"For the protection of the public,
the last guy burned the map."
He grabs the back of her neck,
lovingly, escorting her to her
next line of coke.
They wash it down
with whisky and a blow job.
A hotel room, full of money
that isn't theirs.
A trunk full of felonies. ...
789 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2014 3:54pm
16th May 2014 3:54pm
Just Another Pretty Face...
Shave her head
(She won't care).
Mark up her body
(So what).
Slice off her nose,
(in spite of no one).
Gouge out her eyes
(and she'll give you the
broach to do it with).
Cut out her tongue
(She likes silence).
Remove her hands,
(with the pen still in it).
Take her pretty head
(Use a guillotine).
Remove her fucking face entirely
(and she'd still be lovely),
because you can't take her soul
(Ask the Devil),
her gorgeous/ authentic/ raw soul
(It's what makes her beautiful).
(She won't care).
Mark up her body
(So what).
Slice off her nose,
(in spite of no one).
Gouge out her eyes
(and she'll give you the
broach to do it with).
Cut out her tongue
(She likes silence).
Remove her hands,
(with the pen still in it).
Take her pretty head
(Use a guillotine).
Remove her fucking face entirely
(and she'd still be lovely),
because you can't take her soul
(Ask the Devil),
her gorgeous/ authentic/ raw soul
(It's what makes her beautiful).
689 reads
22 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2014 6:00pm
15th May 2014 6:00pm
Train Wreck
This rail, in short, will wreck.
Fail not, I'll course/ conduct.
Marked by the tracks I'm on,
collides; fate and freight and fucked!
There won't be, I guarantee,
as the accelerating driver,
a single soul survived, you see
or single sole survivor.
Oncoming, you can save yourself,
before chance I board this pain,
if at the station, my way thrown,
into the same arriving train.
Fail not, I'll course/ conduct.
Marked by the tracks I'm on,
collides; fate and freight and fucked!
There won't be, I guarantee,
as the accelerating driver,
a single soul survived, you see
or single sole survivor.
Oncoming, you can save yourself,
before chance I board this pain,
if at the station, my way thrown,
into the same arriving train.
868 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2014 5:07am
15th May 2014 5:07am
She Has
She has cried over love
as it walked out the door,
into it's supped up Chevy
and into the arms of a;
less complicated, bigger breasted
And far more silent, trade in.
She has begged God,
to take back her pain
and what's left of that
shattered/ beaten organ,
deposited in her chest
by he, himself
She has been sliced in half
by infidelity so deeply and
the scars so noticeable
that eye contact remains difficult
as she is...
as it walked out the door,
into it's supped up Chevy
and into the arms of a;
less complicated, bigger breasted
And far more silent, trade in.
She has begged God,
to take back her pain
and what's left of that
shattered/ beaten organ,
deposited in her chest
by he, himself
She has been sliced in half
by infidelity so deeply and
the scars so noticeable
that eye contact remains difficult
as she is...
805 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th May 2014 9:33pm
13th May 2014 9:33pm
Hillbilly Princess
Men help her into trucks
that she's too short to crawl into herself.
Every guy knows, in her small town,
her favorite dive and they fill up
the juke box with quarters,
so that she can play her favored/ regular line-up.
No one, except tourists
are bothered, regardless how many times
she plays that same damn, Hank III song.
She opens a tab but never closes it.
She chews and spits
into a Bud Light bottle, habitually. ...
that she's too short to crawl into herself.
Every guy knows, in her small town,
her favorite dive and they fill up
the juke box with quarters,
so that she can play her favored/ regular line-up.
No one, except tourists
are bothered, regardless how many times
she plays that same damn, Hank III song.
She opens a tab but never closes it.
She chews and spits
into a Bud Light bottle, habitually. ...
783 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th May 2014 11:15pm
9th May 2014 11:15pm
Sex with Strangers (a thought provoked response)
1405 reads
16 Comments
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