Submissions by StruckNerve
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 6:40am
30th Oct 2014 6:40am
Triad
But his
Half-smile is enough
to keep me going
nothing is left
But everything.
And everything is
in his hand holding
my finger and when
His eyes, completely
pure, pierce mine
and all it makes me
Want is to be better
for him, and to help
him improve himself.
And be a shield. And
an ear. And only mist
when I have to be.
I will always love you.
Nothing can change
that.
Half-smile is enough
to keep me going
nothing is left
But everything.
And everything is
in his hand holding
my finger and when
His eyes, completely
pure, pierce mine
and all it makes me
Want is to be better
for him, and to help
him improve himself.
And be a shield. And
an ear. And only mist
when I have to be.
I will always love you.
Nothing can change
that.
607 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 7:03pm
29th Oct 2014 7:03pm
The Perfect Flaw
I won't let the
pain and paranoia
in anymore.
Locks on the
door that's boarded
and hopefully secure.
I don't trust
it though, they
stream in like
The morning sun
that is warm until
It's blinding and
Nothing will
make it go away
except the turning
Of the world. Everyone
moving so quickly
they can't see the
Speed of everything
making everything so
cheap and reproduced.
Give me flaws any
day and I will love
and hold and laugh
Them for what they
Are. And...
pain and paranoia
in anymore.
Locks on the
door that's boarded
and hopefully secure.
I don't trust
it though, they
stream in like
The morning sun
that is warm until
It's blinding and
Nothing will
make it go away
except the turning
Of the world. Everyone
moving so quickly
they can't see the
Speed of everything
making everything so
cheap and reproduced.
Give me flaws any
day and I will love
and hold and laugh
Them for what they
Are. And...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 6:59pm
29th Oct 2014 6:59pm
A galaxy of scars
A galaxy of scars
Everyone a different shade.
Some darker, some deeper,
some orbiting each other.
Everyone still living, hoping
to burn a beautiful red and
weep and heal and weep
Again. They explode and
the black surrounding them
absorbs and radiates every
time, standing still and still
smoking from that first
burst forth, screaming
into being. Soaking
into the absence.
Everyone a different shade.
Some darker, some deeper,
some orbiting each other.
Everyone still living, hoping
to burn a beautiful red and
weep and heal and weep
Again. They explode and
the black surrounding them
absorbs and radiates every
time, standing still and still
smoking from that first
burst forth, screaming
into being. Soaking
into the absence.
458 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 8:24pm
27th Oct 2014 8:24pm
Full of Mistakes
For some reason
People like to point
It out. And I lie
Still and let them.
That foundation
Will crumble and I
Will cry with joy
Not because I
Wanted it destroyed
But because space
Was needed for some
Thing better. Something
That grew into a kind
Of acceptance that
Smelled like spring
And made the bees
Make honey and
Love the flowers.
The way I love
You, nothing held
Because life is
Fragile and I won't
Make a promise
That can break.
...
People like to point
It out. And I lie
Still and let them.
That foundation
Will crumble and I
Will cry with joy
Not because I
Wanted it destroyed
But because space
Was needed for some
Thing better. Something
That grew into a kind
Of acceptance that
Smelled like spring
And made the bees
Make honey and
Love the flowers.
The way I love
You, nothing held
Because life is
Fragile and I won't
Make a promise
That can break.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 8:23pm
27th Oct 2014 8:23pm
If only
If only I
Was a banana
I would peel
Myself until
There was a
Fruit to give.
If only I was
A bandana
I would move
Forever and
Learn what it
Means to really
Live.
If I was a person,
I would give
Every inch of
Myself to help
Anything
That moves.
And the plants
Move, too. You
Are just too quick
To see them.
Was a banana
I would peel
Myself until
There was a
Fruit to give.
If only I was
A bandana
I would move
Forever and
Learn what it
Means to really
Live.
If I was a person,
I would give
Every inch of
Myself to help
Anything
That moves.
And the plants
Move, too. You
Are just too quick
To see them.
559 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 7:41am
27th Oct 2014 7:41am
Like an instinct
You hurt me more
than anyone else could.
It's my fault, though,
I let you too close.
My guard slips, stumbles,
Like it had too much wine.
Then I realize that the
clothes I wear, my hair,
the way I hold myself,
Aren't for another's judgement.
I realize that the pain most
people feel is too much.
They can't take it, and so
they give it to anyone who
will. It's not their fault.
They've been trained so well,
and have lacked for affection.
True affection, the kind that makes
Your hair stand...
than anyone else could.
It's my fault, though,
I let you too close.
My guard slips, stumbles,
Like it had too much wine.
Then I realize that the
clothes I wear, my hair,
the way I hold myself,
Aren't for another's judgement.
I realize that the pain most
people feel is too much.
They can't take it, and so
they give it to anyone who
will. It's not their fault.
They've been trained so well,
and have lacked for affection.
True affection, the kind that makes
Your hair stand...
536 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 7:40am
27th Oct 2014 7:40am
Monet
She had an eye
for the decency
in me.
She had the eyes,
the spirit,
of real understanding.
It's so hard
to smile at the end
of a shift.
As beautiful
as she is...
I am selfish
enough to write
it down.
Her color so
choreographed,
every shade
Grown gradually
from the steady
grime of the ground.
There is no white or wrong.
There is no right or black.
And greying is simple.
I don't want
a candid lily.
I want a color
That runs. A
color that bleeds...
for the decency
in me.
She had the eyes,
the spirit,
of real understanding.
It's so hard
to smile at the end
of a shift.
As beautiful
as she is...
I am selfish
enough to write
it down.
Her color so
choreographed,
every shade
Grown gradually
from the steady
grime of the ground.
There is no white or wrong.
There is no right or black.
And greying is simple.
I don't want
a candid lily.
I want a color
That runs. A
color that bleeds...
526 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 9:15pm
26th Oct 2014 9:15pm
Sawyer
Just listen to the sound of the river.
Can you see the two faces of winter?
Feel the rush of cold from the spring?
Smell the fallen leaves on the breeze?
Just keep the letters flowing.
Can you stay still enough to be carried?
Feel the words tangle expertly on a tree?
Smell the salt of the sea on the blowing wind?
Let the bend of every river shape the ground?
We are not the banks.
We are the tadpoles in the shallows.
The crayfish in the mess of roots.
Above the surface, the sun shines you away.
Beneath, the sounds come closer....
Can you see the two faces of winter?
Feel the rush of cold from the spring?
Smell the fallen leaves on the breeze?
Just keep the letters flowing.
Can you stay still enough to be carried?
Feel the words tangle expertly on a tree?
Smell the salt of the sea on the blowing wind?
Let the bend of every river shape the ground?
We are not the banks.
We are the tadpoles in the shallows.
The crayfish in the mess of roots.
Above the surface, the sun shines you away.
Beneath, the sounds come closer....
543 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 9:11pm
26th Oct 2014 9:11pm
And here are my fears:
And here are my fears:
I'm afraid you'll leave,
stop loving and forget
about me.
I'm afraid that I am
not enough to even
make you remember.
I'm afraid you won't
try to see who I
really am, though
I've shown you,
and you showed
no signs of disgust.
I'm afraid every piece
of me is too far from
each other and
I have no choice
but to reflect the light
in some interesting way.
I'm afraid the letters
you wrote weren't
true, even if they
Were another language,
and...
I'm afraid you'll leave,
stop loving and forget
about me.
I'm afraid that I am
not enough to even
make you remember.
I'm afraid you won't
try to see who I
really am, though
I've shown you,
and you showed
no signs of disgust.
I'm afraid every piece
of me is too far from
each other and
I have no choice
but to reflect the light
in some interesting way.
I'm afraid the letters
you wrote weren't
true, even if they
Were another language,
and...
508 reads
0 Comments
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