Submissions by Texiera
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 8:43pm
22nd Jan 2013 8:43pm
time
Sometimes words don’t work the way they need to, they give false ideas and paint a picture of words that don’t exist. Words with double meanings, picking those that sound sweet and don’t bruise your ego. They get lost in translation, losing meaning, and leading to weird emotions and awkward moments. Sometimes time is no one’s friend, not enough time to say all there is to say, it moves so fast, waiting for no man,, but still remaining faithful. We often say time flies, maybe we could learn to fly as well moving so subtly that we go unnoticed.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 7:09am
22nd Jan 2013 7:09am
golden lies
You’re lies sink to the center of my bones,
the funny thing is that it wasn’t supposed to hurt,
I didn’t expect it too but here we are.
Playing with headless dolls,
toying with emotions .
I am not to be strung a long
like fish caught on a hook.
Stuck in a net of your notions
on right and wrong, you barely
know the surface of morality.
You lie too many times for little reasons.
Building cardboard castles that look so real,
I saw that all that glitter wasn’t gold
from miles away yet somehow I found myself
drawn in by choice,...
the funny thing is that it wasn’t supposed to hurt,
I didn’t expect it too but here we are.
Playing with headless dolls,
toying with emotions .
I am not to be strung a long
like fish caught on a hook.
Stuck in a net of your notions
on right and wrong, you barely
know the surface of morality.
You lie too many times for little reasons.
Building cardboard castles that look so real,
I saw that all that glitter wasn’t gold
from miles away yet somehow I found myself
drawn in by choice,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 3:51pm
16th Jan 2013 3:51pm
help me
Hurt me
Pick me up from the ground
I imagine planted feet upon.
Hold me against the wall
And watch my soul fall
Shattering me against the floor
Like a glass vase
That once had colorful life.
Heal me
Pick up my pieces from the ground
I imagine them never broken.
I’m still a glass vase
Pour life into me
Bits of your soul and memories of me
I’ll bloom like the birds of paradise in summer.
Help me
Pick the right choices from the ground
I imagine perfect sunsets from window seals.
You know how much water I need...
Pick me up from the ground
I imagine planted feet upon.
Hold me against the wall
And watch my soul fall
Shattering me against the floor
Like a glass vase
That once had colorful life.
Heal me
Pick up my pieces from the ground
I imagine them never broken.
I’m still a glass vase
Pour life into me
Bits of your soul and memories of me
I’ll bloom like the birds of paradise in summer.
Help me
Pick the right choices from the ground
I imagine perfect sunsets from window seals.
You know how much water I need...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 10:02pm
9th Jan 2013 10:02pm
indecisiveness
I don’t understand the indecisiveness
Are you moving back and forth between me and her
Where you testing the waters?
Have you finally decided which pool to dive in?
We are both blue you know…
You left me blue, covering me beneath a net
You disappeared. She appeared, with you magically clinging to her side
Placing your hands on the curve of her back
I can still feel the shadow of your hands on mine
Sometimes it’s so real I spin around
Hoping to see you standing there,
But I meet air and all its empty promises.
I meet gazes from her cold eyes...
Are you moving back and forth between me and her
Where you testing the waters?
Have you finally decided which pool to dive in?
We are both blue you know…
You left me blue, covering me beneath a net
You disappeared. She appeared, with you magically clinging to her side
Placing your hands on the curve of her back
I can still feel the shadow of your hands on mine
Sometimes it’s so real I spin around
Hoping to see you standing there,
But I meet air and all its empty promises.
I meet gazes from her cold eyes...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 9:45pm
9th Jan 2013 9:45pm
sleep
Its been, a while.
Me and sleep seem to play a game of hide and seek
Whenever I need it, it disappears, only to visit
At odd hours like in classrooms, or on bus trips
It’s been a while, since I had a conversation with my sheets
We sit and talk sometimes, but I cant remember the last time
I lay down to feel their coolness against my bare skin
The last time we shared dreams in languages
From the places where this cotton was picked.
My dreams are short and no longer in landscape,
Trapped between two hour long power naps,
Blinks and winks.. ...
Me and sleep seem to play a game of hide and seek
Whenever I need it, it disappears, only to visit
At odd hours like in classrooms, or on bus trips
It’s been a while, since I had a conversation with my sheets
We sit and talk sometimes, but I cant remember the last time
I lay down to feel their coolness against my bare skin
The last time we shared dreams in languages
From the places where this cotton was picked.
My dreams are short and no longer in landscape,
Trapped between two hour long power naps,
Blinks and winks.. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 9:42pm
2nd Jan 2013 9:42pm
confusion
Woke up with emotions mixing in my heart trying to find the right combination.
a smile with no hidden agenda
just there to lead one in the right direction.
with honest misconception.
all i have is an idea of clear skies
but reality is filled with cloud cover,
the stars are hidden and my perception
intercepts with day dreams
fogging reality, leaving me decepted
finding his name scribbled lazily in random places
bits of conversation noted, dotted with ellipses
but never finished because worlds
didn't collide long enough for those...
a smile with no hidden agenda
just there to lead one in the right direction.
with honest misconception.
all i have is an idea of clear skies
but reality is filled with cloud cover,
the stars are hidden and my perception
intercepts with day dreams
fogging reality, leaving me decepted
finding his name scribbled lazily in random places
bits of conversation noted, dotted with ellipses
but never finished because worlds
didn't collide long enough for those...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 8:46pm
30th Dec 2012 8:46pm
living
Doesn’t it get lonely?
Living the way you do,
shutting out people and only paying attention to those with detail
because somehow you can use those details as thread in your life
to help you patch the blank spaces
that you chose to forget or can’t seem to remember.
Doesn’t it get cold?
Can’t seem to stop the wind from blowing in.
too many cracks in the wall you hide
behind colorful wall paper and beautiful paintings
that portray your good but begin to drip horror stories
when your bad side is shown only to mess up...
Living the way you do,
shutting out people and only paying attention to those with detail
because somehow you can use those details as thread in your life
to help you patch the blank spaces
that you chose to forget or can’t seem to remember.
Doesn’t it get cold?
Can’t seem to stop the wind from blowing in.
too many cracks in the wall you hide
behind colorful wall paper and beautiful paintings
that portray your good but begin to drip horror stories
when your bad side is shown only to mess up...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2012 6:29pm
21st Dec 2012 6:29pm
cold warmth
Ever felt cold warmth?
Placed your head upon his chest and felt the heat from his body merge with yours,
feeling like your wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and pure bliss till you begin to search within yourself only to find a cold soul void of emotion only seeking to be surrounded by illusions of fulfilled lust and one day stands…
ever felt yourself crave a male touch, to place your hand on his chest and feel his heart beat, pretend for a single moment that it is beating for you.
To try and match your breathing pace to his so you inhale and exhale, breathing the same air,...
Placed your head upon his chest and felt the heat from his body merge with yours,
feeling like your wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and pure bliss till you begin to search within yourself only to find a cold soul void of emotion only seeking to be surrounded by illusions of fulfilled lust and one day stands…
ever felt yourself crave a male touch, to place your hand on his chest and feel his heart beat, pretend for a single moment that it is beating for you.
To try and match your breathing pace to his so you inhale and exhale, breathing the same air,...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Dec 2012 1:48pm
10th Dec 2012 1:48pm
conversations with my diary
Conversations with my diary
Conversations with my diary, a book of lined pages and leather cover and a belt to hold it ishut, the ink is a blade and the pages my skin, I find myself cutting each day. They get deeper as I flip pages, unfolding secrets that I tell myself in between heartbeats. That I whisper to parts of me when no one is listening,[ like my hands… dear hands, today you will write, tell him that I am still here. Hold that pen and etch my name into his soul.. a permanent tattoo. ]
I tell you what I can’t voice because no one ever seems to be listening. I tell...
Conversations with my diary, a book of lined pages and leather cover and a belt to hold it ishut, the ink is a blade and the pages my skin, I find myself cutting each day. They get deeper as I flip pages, unfolding secrets that I tell myself in between heartbeats. That I whisper to parts of me when no one is listening,[ like my hands… dear hands, today you will write, tell him that I am still here. Hold that pen and etch my name into his soul.. a permanent tattoo. ]
I tell you what I can’t voice because no one ever seems to be listening. I tell...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Dec 2012 11:12pm
4th Dec 2012 11:12pm
the box of tears 2
Dahista Moon blinked when he saw the silver table knife. He ignored it and proceeded to view the other contents. Envelopes with worn out edges from being re-opened several times. He removed the letters from the box and placed them on the couch. He continued to scan the box, there were pictures. Some of Scarlet, others of people he didn't know. There was an old t-shirt as well.. With stains that could have been red blood once upon a time now brown with age. There were rocks, cards, sea shells. Two small black diaries, A tiny teddy bear with razor blades in its back,a wooden spoon, or rather...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 7:38pm
4th Dec 2012 7:38pm
mother
Dear mother,
I’m running out of things to liken you to
But I’ve barely scratched the surface.
In every mother’s day card, every letter and inbox
Every poem I ever wrote to you
Recited in church with a beating heart
Hoping you have the envy of other mothers
Hoping my peers are jealous, because I have the best mum.
And you, sitting there with eyes looking like glass
And a heart swelling with pride.
This is for you
For the choices you had to make
Before my first breath
For providing my daily bread.
For being the dimple on my cheek...
I’m running out of things to liken you to
But I’ve barely scratched the surface.
In every mother’s day card, every letter and inbox
Every poem I ever wrote to you
Recited in church with a beating heart
Hoping you have the envy of other mothers
Hoping my peers are jealous, because I have the best mum.
And you, sitting there with eyes looking like glass
And a heart swelling with pride.
This is for you
For the choices you had to make
Before my first breath
For providing my daily bread.
For being the dimple on my cheek...
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