Submissions by Stephaniepoemist48 (Stephanie W.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2010 2:03pm
11th May 2010 2:03pm
The Necklace
I tied that noose
around my throat
so tight I couldn't breathe.
Beads of red
strung up so nice,
they are now my blood.
A necklace
is a necklace
until bones scream suicide.
Then memories
are all it takes
toslit your throat,
so consider mine slit.
Take 50 pills
and still wake up,
to find
I'm cheating death.
Run a trillion times
around the Earth,
jump off the highest cliff.
around my throat
so tight I couldn't breathe.
Beads of red
strung up so nice,
they are now my blood.
A necklace
is a necklace
until bones scream suicide.
Then memories
are all it takes
toslit your throat,
so consider mine slit.
Take 50 pills
and still wake up,
to find
I'm cheating death.
Run a trillion times
around the Earth,
jump off the highest cliff.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2010 00:50am
2nd May 2010 00:50am
A Seizure and a Seizure
Black and Blue
stain my skin,
no one sees
behind the veils.
Betrothed to secrecy,
stalked by stares,
I reach for redemption,
I reach for you.
Church bells ring,
I don't hear
any audible traces
of life
within me.
Your heart
is pounding,
steady,
ringing,
echoing,
it's all I comprehend.
Then your eyes
meet mine.
You see me
more than before.
I lose my grip,
my voice,
my everything,
with such
orderly fashion.
Is it just me?
Rain falls
upwards,...
stain my skin,
no one sees
behind the veils.
Betrothed to secrecy,
stalked by stares,
I reach for redemption,
I reach for you.
Church bells ring,
I don't hear
any audible traces
of life
within me.
Your heart
is pounding,
steady,
ringing,
echoing,
it's all I comprehend.
Then your eyes
meet mine.
You see me
more than before.
I lose my grip,
my voice,
my everything,
with such
orderly fashion.
Is it just me?
Rain falls
upwards,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2010 3:59am
17th Apr 2010 3:59am
Breathing On Mars
Everyday
a lie.
You were everything,
I was nothing.
I would breathe for you and
no
one
else.
Your refusal of my sorrows,
my desperate attempts
to deliver my pain to you,
all for nothing.
I found the needle in my haystack,
but I couldn'tsee you.
I breathed in air on Martian soil,
but words failed me for you.
I found a cure of all diseases,
but you said you didn't care.
I caught a leaf during tornadoes,
but you slipped through my fingers.
I'm a fragile glass window,
I don't need you to break me....
a lie.
You were everything,
I was nothing.
I would breathe for you and
no
one
else.
Your refusal of my sorrows,
my desperate attempts
to deliver my pain to you,
all for nothing.
I found the needle in my haystack,
but I couldn'tsee you.
I breathed in air on Martian soil,
but words failed me for you.
I found a cure of all diseases,
but you said you didn't care.
I caught a leaf during tornadoes,
but you slipped through my fingers.
I'm a fragile glass window,
I don't need you to break me....
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2010 12:23pm
3rd Mar 2010 12:23pm
Death's Grip
Something,
always something,
tempts me to test Death's grip.
Thumb wrestle,
arm wrestle,
I'd do anything but face Alex.
I dream
of spilling the beans to him,
crying over spilled milk,
going koo koo for Cocoa Puffs,
living in a padded cell.
He
dreams of Ashley,
nevermore of what is left of me.
Sane dreams, no longer innocent.
He
would smile
to see,
my pain,
my torture,
my domino-effect of emotions,
Emotions he can't grasp,
being too weak,
Unlike Death's grip,
Death would never let go...
always something,
tempts me to test Death's grip.
Thumb wrestle,
arm wrestle,
I'd do anything but face Alex.
I dream
of spilling the beans to him,
crying over spilled milk,
going koo koo for Cocoa Puffs,
living in a padded cell.
He
dreams of Ashley,
nevermore of what is left of me.
Sane dreams, no longer innocent.
He
would smile
to see,
my pain,
my torture,
my domino-effect of emotions,
Emotions he can't grasp,
being too weak,
Unlike Death's grip,
Death would never let go...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2010 3:07pm
28th Feb 2010 3:07pm
Pathological Lies
Have your liesever gotten so outrageous,
thatthey pile up in sleeping quarters?
Presentingthemselves,
now,
as a single entity,
much similar to snow,
2 inches,
3 inches,
until it conceals all shame and guilt?
Backbreaking,
pride-crushingwork,
To shovel it all out of the crevaces
in the floorboards.
you might just miss it,
when it dissolves into a puddle
before your eyes,
and stains your reputation,
forever.
thatthey pile up in sleeping quarters?
Presentingthemselves,
now,
as a single entity,
much similar to snow,
2 inches,
3 inches,
until it conceals all shame and guilt?
Backbreaking,
pride-crushingwork,
To shovel it all out of the crevaces
in the floorboards.
you might just miss it,
when it dissolves into a puddle
before your eyes,
and stains your reputation,
forever.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 5:05pm
13th Feb 2010 5:05pm
Internal Damage
Write now I will right,
while I still have the words.
Your heart is a fire,
give me third degree burns.
Yes I want you to hurt me,
you heard me write.
I'm a statue by day,
and restless by night.
If you you want me to move,
no need to push,
chop off my spinal cord,
hide by the bush.
Flinch by reflex,
pinch by defence,
bully on playground,
find no regret.
Burn down all swing sets,
so no one can know,
not even me,
'course I'm a hoe
while I still have the words.
Your heart is a fire,
give me third degree burns.
Yes I want you to hurt me,
you heard me write.
I'm a statue by day,
and restless by night.
If you you want me to move,
no need to push,
chop off my spinal cord,
hide by the bush.
Flinch by reflex,
pinch by defence,
bully on playground,
find no regret.
Burn down all swing sets,
so no one can know,
not even me,
'course I'm a hoe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 3:12am
13th Feb 2010 3:12am
Repressions
Repressions,
creep up to tap me on the shoulder.
Whispering my name,
as though a friend,
only to evaporate,
as though a friend,
Subconsciously,
they wreak havoc on all realities,
as though a friend.
They even ditch,
after being tired of your expositions,
and leave you with a climax,
as though a friend.
Drama and panic ensue,
ending with a complete,
dream-like state.
Only now your life has joined the magician'srabbitact,
as your friend.
creep up to tap me on the shoulder.
Whispering my name,
as though a friend,
only to evaporate,
as though a friend,
Subconsciously,
they wreak havoc on all realities,
as though a friend.
They even ditch,
after being tired of your expositions,
and leave you with a climax,
as though a friend.
Drama and panic ensue,
ending with a complete,
dream-like state.
Only now your life has joined the magician'srabbitact,
as your friend.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 6:23pm
7th Feb 2010 6:23pm
Sun And Moon
They all huddle and dance,
for now I can't join,
they are fine without me to ruin their rhythm,
that's what I do best.
They create stitches in the tiles they tread upon,
beautiful embroidery for those who dare look at such illusions.
They have more because they couldn't live with less,
those who hide behind glamorous companions,
but we smile without such finery.
We who have triumphed over their scrutiny,
and see the sun and moon eat breakfast each morning as it really is.
for now I can't join,
they are fine without me to ruin their rhythm,
that's what I do best.
They create stitches in the tiles they tread upon,
beautiful embroidery for those who dare look at such illusions.
They have more because they couldn't live with less,
those who hide behind glamorous companions,
but we smile without such finery.
We who have triumphed over their scrutiny,
and see the sun and moon eat breakfast each morning as it really is.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 2:59pm
7th Feb 2010 2:59pm
Immovable
I stand,
immovable,
a jester-faced statue.
Upon your pedestal,
you watch with utmost concentration.
Can you move immovable objects?
Try a chainsaw,
make a scene,
just like you've always wanted.
Stick my rubble in your pocket,
stroll around town.
See how easy false pretenses are?
Now you know me truly.
immovable,
a jester-faced statue.
Upon your pedestal,
you watch with utmost concentration.
Can you move immovable objects?
Try a chainsaw,
make a scene,
just like you've always wanted.
Stick my rubble in your pocket,
stroll around town.
See how easy false pretenses are?
Now you know me truly.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 5:36pm
6th Feb 2010 5:36pm
I Drift Back
I drift back,
to those chilish days of lost intentions,
fight my way through intense jungles of fiery repressions,
search through your oceans of tsunami-prone fits,
characterize your son, and all of his spits,
lose myself in your canal of betrayal,
find the surface after swimming forever,
create my own planet of far far away,
forget the way you made my trees sway,
and drift back once again.
to those chilish days of lost intentions,
fight my way through intense jungles of fiery repressions,
search through your oceans of tsunami-prone fits,
characterize your son, and all of his spits,
lose myself in your canal of betrayal,
find the surface after swimming forever,
create my own planet of far far away,
forget the way you made my trees sway,
and drift back once again.
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