Submissions by The_Crone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is Release, Relief, Reflection.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 4:53am
4th Nov 2016 4:53am
Savior
I'm all trussed up
To be the damsel in distress
Covered in glitter and blood
Lookin' a hot mess
I'm being tortured by beasties
Seeking to tear me apart
Vaguely resembling dark psychedelics
Of my tattered heart
They're armed with blades and brands
I'm going to get marred
I suppose it's not enough
To walk away scarred
I get to be the prize
In this twisted little game
I probably won't survive
Ain't it a damn shame
But don't you fret deary
Don't worry your pretty head
Its no concern of yours
If the fates cut my thread...
To be the damsel in distress
Covered in glitter and blood
Lookin' a hot mess
I'm being tortured by beasties
Seeking to tear me apart
Vaguely resembling dark psychedelics
Of my tattered heart
They're armed with blades and brands
I'm going to get marred
I suppose it's not enough
To walk away scarred
I get to be the prize
In this twisted little game
I probably won't survive
Ain't it a damn shame
But don't you fret deary
Don't worry your pretty head
Its no concern of yours
If the fates cut my thread...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 00:24am
11th Nov 2015 00:24am
In Denial
"Look Ma, no brain!"
Just poor excuses to avoid emotional pain
To dance around the inevitability that we're going insane
Trying to avoid looking each other in the eyes
Because Heaven forbid someone sees through the lies
you placate yourself with daily
So you don't have to admit that you're failing
In life, in love, your mind and your soul
Falling in the hourglass are the grains of your crystallized self-control
That you incessantly abuse
Or simply dont use
Will it take much more time for you to decide
The cheapness of the thrill isn't...
Just poor excuses to avoid emotional pain
To dance around the inevitability that we're going insane
Trying to avoid looking each other in the eyes
Because Heaven forbid someone sees through the lies
you placate yourself with daily
So you don't have to admit that you're failing
In life, in love, your mind and your soul
Falling in the hourglass are the grains of your crystallized self-control
That you incessantly abuse
Or simply dont use
Will it take much more time for you to decide
The cheapness of the thrill isn't...
#PopCulture
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jul 2015 6:16am
8th Jul 2015 6:16am
Sobriety Has Never Been Good To Me
Where is the damn off button? I swear if i have to vividly visualize one more fucking awful, tragic, horrifying, or just plain freaky scenario I am going to do brain surgery on myself with a size B crochet hook and a dirty purple plastic spoon.
Of course then I would have to be very considerate of my fragile mental state not only the physical sense but in the non-corporeal as well. This would probably lead to tragedy, misinterpretation of intent, and all other fuckery that human beings are capable of and exercise every single day. There's a novel here somewhere. One that if ever written...
Of course then I would have to be very considerate of my fragile mental state not only the physical sense but in the non-corporeal as well. This would probably lead to tragedy, misinterpretation of intent, and all other fuckery that human beings are capable of and exercise every single day. There's a novel here somewhere. One that if ever written...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 6:28am
2nd Jul 2015 6:28am
Not Choosing is a Choice
Uncertainty is certainly
My most despicable trait
Its my actions not my identity
I can't quite keep straight
Which direction or inflection
Is the one I need to take
There will be a consequence
For where Ive stepped and what Ive spake
Undecided and divided
Unsure of where to stand
Knowing not which force
To let sway or stay my hand
My most despicable trait
Its my actions not my identity
I can't quite keep straight
Which direction or inflection
Is the one I need to take
There will be a consequence
For where Ive stepped and what Ive spake
Undecided and divided
Unsure of where to stand
Knowing not which force
To let sway or stay my hand
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 7:46am
21st Jun 2015 7:46am
Ruthless
And I shall weep.
I shall rage.
I shall curse with such strength and vehemence
the sky itself will thunder out it's displeasure at the disturbance.
When I am finished and my throat is raw from singing those coarse and guttural notes
I will wage war.
War on depression, apathy, discontentment, and restlessness.....
I Will Hold No Quarter.
I shall rage.
I shall curse with such strength and vehemence
the sky itself will thunder out it's displeasure at the disturbance.
When I am finished and my throat is raw from singing those coarse and guttural notes
I will wage war.
War on depression, apathy, discontentment, and restlessness.....
I Will Hold No Quarter.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2015 4:51am
20th May 2015 4:51am
Waste
Nightmares in the landscape
Subtle but just enough to make one weary of apprehension's grip
Vicelike in the moons absence
Invisible stumbling blocks
It's a most unbecoming prospect
Invoked by the disturbing caterwaul
Of primal urges
A labrynth of proposals untouched for so long
They've started to mildew
And theres not enough ammonia in the world
To cut through the stench
A stench thats been left to foul beyond the peak of its own must.
Fires rage
Untouchable and untamed
Consuming whatever they please
No matter how...
Subtle but just enough to make one weary of apprehension's grip
Vicelike in the moons absence
Invisible stumbling blocks
It's a most unbecoming prospect
Invoked by the disturbing caterwaul
Of primal urges
A labrynth of proposals untouched for so long
They've started to mildew
And theres not enough ammonia in the world
To cut through the stench
A stench thats been left to foul beyond the peak of its own must.
Fires rage
Untouchable and untamed
Consuming whatever they please
No matter how...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2015 6:52am
19th Apr 2015 6:52am
This Night Will Be Long
Trying to float on light breezes and puffy clouds
to a land of sugary sweet smiles
in a clear blue contented sky
but a tendril of lime green toxicness
grabs a hold of my hair and gives a sharp yank
down I fall screaming until I am breathless
and my chest collapses in on itself
Shattered ribs and mind shards of reflecting panic
Clamped down in a putrid grip
there will be no escape
too weak to struggle effectively
Try to find air but fill my lungs with pus
unable to escape I choke on filth and die in agony
My world ends on a note of...
to a land of sugary sweet smiles
in a clear blue contented sky
but a tendril of lime green toxicness
grabs a hold of my hair and gives a sharp yank
down I fall screaming until I am breathless
and my chest collapses in on itself
Shattered ribs and mind shards of reflecting panic
Clamped down in a putrid grip
there will be no escape
too weak to struggle effectively
Try to find air but fill my lungs with pus
unable to escape I choke on filth and die in agony
My world ends on a note of...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Mar 2015 5:00am
20th Mar 2015 5:00am
Bastards
Dear whoever keeps supplying the gummi-bears with flamethrowers,
I hope that electric weasels break into your home and crawl down your throat while you sleep.
Sincerely,
The Head of the Resistance Against Malicious
Artificially Colored Sweets
P.S. A pox on you.
I hope that electric weasels break into your home and crawl down your throat while you sleep.
Sincerely,
The Head of the Resistance Against Malicious
Artificially Colored Sweets
P.S. A pox on you.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 4:58am
21st Feb 2015 4:58am
The Willing Know To Tempt
Your beast craves freedom
Behind it's well-dressed bars
And i make pretty bait
Awash in waves of pain
Behind the distant drumming of my heart
Give me your all
Lay the brunt of your anger
Upon my tender skin
Let me feel the sting of it
Steel and stone and strength
Dipped in scarlet blood
Our relief will be entwined
Imagine the weight you bear
Lain upon my bare flesh
The marks it will make
When was the last time
You were shown a new pleasure
One that whispers of forbbiden things
I know what...
Behind it's well-dressed bars
And i make pretty bait
Awash in waves of pain
Behind the distant drumming of my heart
Give me your all
Lay the brunt of your anger
Upon my tender skin
Let me feel the sting of it
Steel and stone and strength
Dipped in scarlet blood
Our relief will be entwined
Imagine the weight you bear
Lain upon my bare flesh
The marks it will make
When was the last time
You were shown a new pleasure
One that whispers of forbbiden things
I know what...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 5:51am
13th Feb 2015 5:51am
Old Mother
This world is not for you old mother
The young have made themselves the vogue
New is what is in
Your experience makes you a rogue
No matter your wisdom
No matter your earned and practiced grace
This shallow world will judge you
By the lines the years have marked upon your face
They count not the joys you beheld
Or the tears of sorrow you have shed
It matters naught to them
The vast knowledge inside your wizened head.
I am sorry you've been forsaken old mother
By the the children to whom you gave birth
In their quest for omnipotence...
The young have made themselves the vogue
New is what is in
Your experience makes you a rogue
No matter your wisdom
No matter your earned and practiced grace
This shallow world will judge you
By the lines the years have marked upon your face
They count not the joys you beheld
Or the tears of sorrow you have shed
It matters naught to them
The vast knowledge inside your wizened head.
I am sorry you've been forsaken old mother
By the the children to whom you gave birth
In their quest for omnipotence...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 6:28am
10th Feb 2015 6:28am
A Memo Of My Faults
Penny for your thoughts on an apple a day
Will it really keep the doctor away?
For nary a needle nor spool of thread
To sew certain thoughts inside your head
A tisket, a tasket they think you're a basketcase
Probably a reject from outerspace.
There's no way in hell to blow your own horn
Too full of spite and spittle and scorn
Always looking in the mouth of a gift horse
No wonder your disappointment is such a great force
What you get for counting your chickens before they hatch
Is a final tally that doesn't match
Will it really keep the doctor away?
For nary a needle nor spool of thread
To sew certain thoughts inside your head
A tisket, a tasket they think you're a basketcase
Probably a reject from outerspace.
There's no way in hell to blow your own horn
Too full of spite and spittle and scorn
Always looking in the mouth of a gift horse
No wonder your disappointment is such a great force
What you get for counting your chickens before they hatch
Is a final tally that doesn't match
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 8:55pm
9th Feb 2015 8:55pm
My Feet Are Dirty
The baby is sick.
My boyfriend is a dick.
And my feet are dirty.
Im having another attack.
Shaking like i smoked too much crack.
And my feet are dirty.
The house is a mess.
I still haven't gotten dressed.
And my feet are dirty.
Maybe i need new meds.
Feels i have two heads.
And my feet are dirty.
Life has fallen to apart.
I think i rebroke my own heart.
And my feet are dirty.
I don't know whats going on.
Or how to fix whats wrong.
Because my feet are too damn dirty.
My boyfriend is a dick.
And my feet are dirty.
Im having another attack.
Shaking like i smoked too much crack.
And my feet are dirty.
The house is a mess.
I still haven't gotten dressed.
And my feet are dirty.
Maybe i need new meds.
Feels i have two heads.
And my feet are dirty.
Life has fallen to apart.
I think i rebroke my own heart.
And my feet are dirty.
I don't know whats going on.
Or how to fix whats wrong.
Because my feet are too damn dirty.
#PopCulture
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