Submissions by Splitmind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Amanda
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 7:11pm
11th Feb 2013 7:11pm
Bottles or Baggies
You, here, it drugs my mind.
Make me small by dissection, or giant by inflation
Shrink me to make me feel in place
Or simply make me high so I don't mind that I wreck it all
Make me small by dissection, or giant by inflation
Shrink me to make me feel in place
Or simply make me high so I don't mind that I wreck it all
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 6:56pm
11th Feb 2013 6:56pm
Word Vomit
Word vomit explodes from my mouth
Drips down, the smell of shame
Content I cannot take back
One hopes outbreaks occur infrequently
In lone drunken rages that no one can remember
He stares at the spoil, confused.
Regurgitation, a reflex I cannot be rid of.
A handy ten-foot pole ever at the ready
Word vomit, my defense mechanism against intimacy
Drips down, the smell of shame
Content I cannot take back
One hopes outbreaks occur infrequently
In lone drunken rages that no one can remember
He stares at the spoil, confused.
Regurgitation, a reflex I cannot be rid of.
A handy ten-foot pole ever at the ready
Word vomit, my defense mechanism against intimacy
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 6:34pm
6th Jan 2013 6:34pm
Another Broken Pencil
Cold tile can be a comfort
Soft pillows can be a hell
And thrusting can be righteous
And sanctioned by the holy Lord
And celebrated by our smiling mother
And it can be unholy and condemned
The cruel thrusting of brutal men
The gentle caress of malicious women
One is heaven, the other is not
Roses can be a hideous sight
So often a rose means love
Romantic love, prospective love, familial love
As often as it means a condolence
Beauty to replace love?
...
Soft pillows can be a hell
And thrusting can be righteous
And sanctioned by the holy Lord
And celebrated by our smiling mother
And it can be unholy and condemned
The cruel thrusting of brutal men
The gentle caress of malicious women
One is heaven, the other is not
Roses can be a hideous sight
So often a rose means love
Romantic love, prospective love, familial love
As often as it means a condolence
Beauty to replace love?
...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 11:31pm
5th Jan 2013 11:31pm
I took her to the water
She weighs heavily upon my heart,
She is the very essence within me,
I know her manacles must chafe.
After a period my feet falter.
I carry her, as she once carried me, stooped
An orb, and the inside was all good and bad
Some of us from the world come from a sinful act
Babies born of abuse, of any sort, you see? To see it, to breathe
And sin is dense, and sin is heavy. And so is she. And they weigh upon me.
She carries the sins of all those who rose a hand against her.
Of...
She is the very essence within me,
I know her manacles must chafe.
After a period my feet falter.
I carry her, as she once carried me, stooped
An orb, and the inside was all good and bad
Some of us from the world come from a sinful act
Babies born of abuse, of any sort, you see? To see it, to breathe
And sin is dense, and sin is heavy. And so is she. And they weigh upon me.
She carries the sins of all those who rose a hand against her.
Of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2012 7:27pm
15th Dec 2012 7:27pm
The Fool
Youth, the feeling that time will continue on.
I the youth, the golden-pink dawn
Young and forever unwilling to spawn
Youth, we dreamers, we fall for the con.
No time to savor your coke
Too young to drink, too healthy to smoke
But I sip a little and then take a toke
We act serious to ward off the joke
We, too young to note the passing hour
Or to glance at a flower
Yet I will climb the tower
Before the world begins to grow sour
Youth, Too level-headed for danger
Or to say hello to a stranger
Or seek redemption from the...
I the youth, the golden-pink dawn
Young and forever unwilling to spawn
Youth, we dreamers, we fall for the con.
No time to savor your coke
Too young to drink, too healthy to smoke
But I sip a little and then take a toke
We act serious to ward off the joke
We, too young to note the passing hour
Or to glance at a flower
Yet I will climb the tower
Before the world begins to grow sour
Youth, Too level-headed for danger
Or to say hello to a stranger
Or seek redemption from the...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 8:21pm
13th Dec 2012 8:21pm
Faithful
Have you taken the time to ponder?
I am aware that I will wander
My toes curl, a deep breath, eyes smolder
I am wild and finally older
I desire you, so I light you aflame
I can’t help but untie anything tame
Beat of my heart, scribble and talk
Papers shuffle and people walk
Bite my lip and I turn it down
All formality, wear the crown
Then I saw a shadow move deep inside of the wood
I fought my curiosity for as long as I could
A very cold day, far-off warm sun
Steam-fogged windows, a father and son
Other bodies...
I am aware that I will wander
My toes curl, a deep breath, eyes smolder
I am wild and finally older
I desire you, so I light you aflame
I can’t help but untie anything tame
Beat of my heart, scribble and talk
Papers shuffle and people walk
Bite my lip and I turn it down
All formality, wear the crown
Then I saw a shadow move deep inside of the wood
I fought my curiosity for as long as I could
A very cold day, far-off warm sun
Steam-fogged windows, a father and son
Other bodies...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 7:17pm
30th Oct 2011 7:17pm
Short or Long Track
This may not be poetry.
Did a masterpiece ever start out as a doodle?
Will my hasty lines in class lead to a poem that will rivet your heart?
Will you take those lines to your death?
Do people epiphanies in small talk?
Could my husband and soul mate be my first REAL boyfriend who lives down the street?
Does anything ever start simple and easy?
Can I go to my psychiatrist once or twice and be cured (if I believe in such a word)?
A masterpiece, from recreating, and recreating, perpetually covered in painting, will he (she) be dry-shinned, hungry and...
Did a masterpiece ever start out as a doodle?
Will my hasty lines in class lead to a poem that will rivet your heart?
Will you take those lines to your death?
Do people epiphanies in small talk?
Could my husband and soul mate be my first REAL boyfriend who lives down the street?
Does anything ever start simple and easy?
Can I go to my psychiatrist once or twice and be cured (if I believe in such a word)?
A masterpiece, from recreating, and recreating, perpetually covered in painting, will he (she) be dry-shinned, hungry and...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 4:31am
24th Oct 2011 4:31am
Mask in the Trash
Not my normal type of poem. Just something I wrote, may be terrible, but I've made peace with that possibility.
Even if it all ends terribly
I’m going to go out me
Even if that changes day to day
The life you’re trying to give me is not my own
A mask I would wear but if you touch my mask
I won’t feel it. My breathing and seeing restricted
Just so I can be someone else, a mask with a smile
I’m sorry mask, I cannot wear you, it takes out the purpose
If I have to frown, it is my skin that will do it, not plastic
If I have to bleed, it...
Even if it all ends terribly
I’m going to go out me
Even if that changes day to day
The life you’re trying to give me is not my own
A mask I would wear but if you touch my mask
I won’t feel it. My breathing and seeing restricted
Just so I can be someone else, a mask with a smile
I’m sorry mask, I cannot wear you, it takes out the purpose
If I have to frown, it is my skin that will do it, not plastic
If I have to bleed, it...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 4:33pm
4th Sep 2011 4:33pm
Sleep (Or Lack Thereof)
Slow static keeping pace
With the dream world I can’t face
Air conditioner turned up high
As sleep still passes me by
Tossing turning, waiting for it to come
Feeling stood up, like a date left dumb
And as I see all the other girls are out
I’m the girl left home to pout
Soft snuffles fill the roof
The sleeping noises seal my doom
For a jealousy fills my heart
For I blame snores for keeping us apart
With the dream world I can’t face
Air conditioner turned up high
As sleep still passes me by
Tossing turning, waiting for it to come
Feeling stood up, like a date left dumb
And as I see all the other girls are out
I’m the girl left home to pout
Soft snuffles fill the roof
The sleeping noises seal my doom
For a jealousy fills my heart
For I blame snores for keeping us apart
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 10:33pm
2nd Sep 2011 10:33pm
The Game
Someone else is talking to me
But I glance past him, you’re all I see
You’re talking to another girl
Looking over at me as I tuck away a curl
I smile too bright, at a joke that wasn’t funny
I pretend to find interest in his eyes, they’re honey
You lean forward to her, hands close together
Thighs brushing light as a feather
His shoulders and mine touch, and he gets nervous
Does he know he’s unimportant, just providing a service
Incredibly bold he goes to grab my hand
But unfortunately for him that was all I could stand
I’ve missed...
But I glance past him, you’re all I see
You’re talking to another girl
Looking over at me as I tuck away a curl
I smile too bright, at a joke that wasn’t funny
I pretend to find interest in his eyes, they’re honey
You lean forward to her, hands close together
Thighs brushing light as a feather
His shoulders and mine touch, and he gets nervous
Does he know he’s unimportant, just providing a service
Incredibly bold he goes to grab my hand
But unfortunately for him that was all I could stand
I’ve missed...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2011 11:47pm
1st Sep 2011 11:47pm
Failed Attempt (Suicide Competition)
Pills on the counter, and all over the floor
I’ve taken all I can take, I just can’t do anymore
Walking into afterlife, or perhaps the lack of one
Nothing more to do, the peace of being done
I stopped crying, three or four hours ago
When I finally decided to sever my life flow
Guilt, oh how you pile up around my now cold bath
How will those who loved me forgive this path
Perhaps it isn’t too late, to find a way out of this cloud
But how could I meet the eyes of the pity crowd
Standing around my hospital bed, rubbing hands, cooing softly
My...
I’ve taken all I can take, I just can’t do anymore
Walking into afterlife, or perhaps the lack of one
Nothing more to do, the peace of being done
I stopped crying, three or four hours ago
When I finally decided to sever my life flow
Guilt, oh how you pile up around my now cold bath
How will those who loved me forgive this path
Perhaps it isn’t too late, to find a way out of this cloud
But how could I meet the eyes of the pity crowd
Standing around my hospital bed, rubbing hands, cooing softly
My...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 10:05pm
31st Aug 2011 10:05pm
He never even glances
He never even glances at any beautiful form
No pain on his face from his eyes being torn
It seems as if all he sees are faces
All lewd things he seems to replace
He never even glances at any beautiful girl
His eyes never move downward on any bend, twist, or twirl
Thin, voluptuous, curves never tease his eyes
His gaze never caught by alluring breasts, stomachs, thighs
He never even glances, not even to judge
Never gives a second look to a girl with a showing pudge
Never makes a comment when too much skin shows
If he ever peeks, he must...
No pain on his face from his eyes being torn
It seems as if all he sees are faces
All lewd things he seems to replace
He never even glances at any beautiful girl
His eyes never move downward on any bend, twist, or twirl
Thin, voluptuous, curves never tease his eyes
His gaze never caught by alluring breasts, stomachs, thighs
He never even glances, not even to judge
Never gives a second look to a girl with a showing pudge
Never makes a comment when too much skin shows
If he ever peeks, he must...
728 reads
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