Submissions by Sslowcheetahh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jan 2010 2:56pm
11th Jan 2010 2:56pm
I spoke to him today.
I spoke to him today.
It was... okay.
The hurt and anger half-subsided,
The state between us was... divided.
He was honest, or as he said- frank.
I, after listening, was left rather blank.
He still thinks of his feelings before those of others,
Asking self-indulgent questions about our cease to be lovers.
I became defensive, sarcastic and bitter
As he burdened my time with his mouth full of litter.
As I stepped back, I could see what I'd done,
Once pulled the trigger and still held the gun.
I'd started a war and torn down his city
While...
It was... okay.
The hurt and anger half-subsided,
The state between us was... divided.
He was honest, or as he said- frank.
I, after listening, was left rather blank.
He still thinks of his feelings before those of others,
Asking self-indulgent questions about our cease to be lovers.
I became defensive, sarcastic and bitter
As he burdened my time with his mouth full of litter.
As I stepped back, I could see what I'd done,
Once pulled the trigger and still held the gun.
I'd started a war and torn down his city
While...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2010 2:55pm
11th Jan 2010 2:55pm
Schoolyard Haikus
Rust red wall with mud
Behind. Meet me there, we'll play
Free where no eyes see.
Carving names and hearts.
Singing hurting throats. Counting
Fingers, secret notes.
Smiles and miles of green.
Liquorice and orange peels.
I'm doing cartwheels.
Behind. Meet me there, we'll play
Free where no eyes see.
Carving names and hearts.
Singing hurting throats. Counting
Fingers, secret notes.
Smiles and miles of green.
Liquorice and orange peels.
I'm doing cartwheels.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2010 00:22am
7th Jan 2010 00:22am
New stitches.
A new year. A new start.
Too easy to slip back into my old ways.
Too hard to unbreak my heart.
The bright material of my life frays
At every unrequitement or bump in the road,
But I'll keep grinning 'til someone fixes me,
And my patches are resewed.
Coz I still pretend that I believe
In fate; all will work itself out,
Yet when things go wrong I leave..
And my hope is running out.
I'm at that bitter point in life
Where I see people for who they are;
Greedy, self-obsessed and full of strife,
The happy and the truthful are few between...
Too easy to slip back into my old ways.
Too hard to unbreak my heart.
The bright material of my life frays
At every unrequitement or bump in the road,
But I'll keep grinning 'til someone fixes me,
And my patches are resewed.
Coz I still pretend that I believe
In fate; all will work itself out,
Yet when things go wrong I leave..
And my hope is running out.
I'm at that bitter point in life
Where I see people for who they are;
Greedy, self-obsessed and full of strife,
The happy and the truthful are few between...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 12:19pm
29th Nov 2009 12:19pm
Feel.
I feel desire.
I feel fear.
When you are near that's when
I exist. I'm here.
I feel guilty.
I feel fine.
I feel your fingertips entwine.
I feel your heartbeat next to mine.
I feel dirty.
I feel used.
My neck and thighs and arms are bruised.
You make me feel abused.
I feel trapped.
But I feel free.
I don't know what it is you see
When you're looking into me.
I don't feel love.
I know that much.
All I want to do is touch...
But sometimes it just feels too much.
I feel fear.
When you are near that's when
I exist. I'm here.
I feel guilty.
I feel fine.
I feel your fingertips entwine.
I feel your heartbeat next to mine.
I feel dirty.
I feel used.
My neck and thighs and arms are bruised.
You make me feel abused.
I feel trapped.
But I feel free.
I don't know what it is you see
When you're looking into me.
I don't feel love.
I know that much.
All I want to do is touch...
But sometimes it just feels too much.
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 12:09pm
29th Nov 2009 12:09pm
Void.
Fill the void he left.
Replace that space.
The wound left open.
Be my stitches on the injury that itches
For someone to heal it.
Hold me, hollow, in your arms
But don't be careless,
One small movement will
Smash me into pieces.
The scars that are left
You nurse and care for,
Whilst I continue to grieve,
They're lessened by the scars
You leave.
Replace that space.
The wound left open.
Be my stitches on the injury that itches
For someone to heal it.
Hold me, hollow, in your arms
But don't be careless,
One small movement will
Smash me into pieces.
The scars that are left
You nurse and care for,
Whilst I continue to grieve,
They're lessened by the scars
You leave.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2009 5:41pm
28th Nov 2009 5:41pm
Butterflies.
He makes me feel sick.
Physically sick.
When people talk about butterflies in their stomach it's all cute and fluttery like their long, long lashes. But when he's walking up the crowded hall and he greets me with that smile, like he always does, I feel sick. Maybe I get caterpillars. Not butterflies. They writhe and tangle in my stomach, the acid and lack of space and air makes them die, rot and decompose. Yes... My mind is completely taken over by this image now and I can feel them scrambling and struggling to climb on top of each other. Their engorged bodies lolling around, slimy...
Physically sick.
When people talk about butterflies in their stomach it's all cute and fluttery like their long, long lashes. But when he's walking up the crowded hall and he greets me with that smile, like he always does, I feel sick. Maybe I get caterpillars. Not butterflies. They writhe and tangle in my stomach, the acid and lack of space and air makes them die, rot and decompose. Yes... My mind is completely taken over by this image now and I can feel them scrambling and struggling to climb on top of each other. Their engorged bodies lolling around, slimy...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 5:20pm
28th Nov 2009 5:20pm
This has got to die.
This has got to die.
This has got to end.
I can't keep on like this,
I can't let you pretend.
You know how I feel,
And you target me
With your suggestive talk
And smile of snide beauty.
You push me to the limit.
I don't want to feel this way.
Why do you do this to me?
What do you want me to say?
Want me to admit my feelings?
Want me to show regret?
Well if that's what you're expecting,
It's not what you're going to get.
I am not what you seem to believe,
Despite what my heart may say.
Forget what you're trying to achieve,...
This has got to end.
I can't keep on like this,
I can't let you pretend.
You know how I feel,
And you target me
With your suggestive talk
And smile of snide beauty.
You push me to the limit.
I don't want to feel this way.
Why do you do this to me?
What do you want me to say?
Want me to admit my feelings?
Want me to show regret?
Well if that's what you're expecting,
It's not what you're going to get.
I am not what you seem to believe,
Despite what my heart may say.
Forget what you're trying to achieve,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2009 3:14pm
8th Nov 2009 3:14pm
Deformed Hearts.
What is that fervent stare?
Must be misinterpretation.
But how can I mistake that look of
Desperation and tempation?
Your lust looks deprave me.
I think you must know.
I thought you might love me but
You don't see me though...
Cash in hand.
Slacken ties and eyes.
You wouldn't know if I were dead.
But it's worth it for your sighs.
You'll catch the love glinting in my eye
Someday, and you'll understand.
You'll leave your wife and kids
And for once you'll take my hand.
You'll kiss me...
Must be misinterpretation.
But how can I mistake that look of
Desperation and tempation?
Your lust looks deprave me.
I think you must know.
I thought you might love me but
You don't see me though...
Cash in hand.
Slacken ties and eyes.
You wouldn't know if I were dead.
But it's worth it for your sighs.
You'll catch the love glinting in my eye
Someday, and you'll understand.
You'll leave your wife and kids
And for once you'll take my hand.
You'll kiss me...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2009 4:55pm
1st Nov 2009 4:55pm
Pushing Pins.
Pushing pins in your favourite doll.
Feel her skin protest then give way.
Give way to abuse. She likes it.
It drives her crazy to be dominated.
But she's just a lonely doll.
Do you wonder why she lets you hurt her?
Guilt trains her mind
Into thinking she deserves this.
She can't speak, her lips are sewn.
She can't move, her body is limp.
She can only look at you.
Then when you leave
She can only look at her bruises.
Yellow and purple, green and blue,
The only proof of the harm of you.
Feel her skin protest then give way.
Give way to abuse. She likes it.
It drives her crazy to be dominated.
But she's just a lonely doll.
Do you wonder why she lets you hurt her?
Guilt trains her mind
Into thinking she deserves this.
She can't speak, her lips are sewn.
She can't move, her body is limp.
She can only look at you.
Then when you leave
She can only look at her bruises.
Yellow and purple, green and blue,
The only proof of the harm of you.
#dark
#abuse
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2009 4:53pm
1st Nov 2009 4:53pm
21st Century Courting
He paints his target and sets in for the kill
Of the girl with the purple skirt with the frill.
He thrills her with his overconfidence and
Hence she goes along with the pretence.
Flattery (and drinks) will get him anywhere, he thinks.
And as I catch sight of the fright of his tongue in her mouth
And his hands headed South, I realise
He's right.
Of the girl with the purple skirt with the frill.
He thrills her with his overconfidence and
Hence she goes along with the pretence.
Flattery (and drinks) will get him anywhere, he thinks.
And as I catch sight of the fright of his tongue in her mouth
And his hands headed South, I realise
He's right.
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