Submissions by UnleashedHeathen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You wanna fly? You've gotta give up the shit that weighs you down.
Freedom Flame
A fire burns
that I lit
and stepped in.
I smell the fumes
that scream
with honesty
and hurt,
desire,
and longing.
Hurt me now!
Burn my sorrow.
Melt my skin
and bury
this shame.
that I lit
and stepped in.
I smell the fumes
that scream
with honesty
and hurt,
desire,
and longing.
Hurt me now!
Burn my sorrow.
Melt my skin
and bury
this shame.
#shame
#hurt
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Mirror
I looked in the mirror
tossing and turning in the night .
You talked back to me
with cracked glass
and nightmares that I’ll remember
when I wake up.
I close my eyes.
Imperfection, I see.
Who else can spot
the skeletons in my closet
and dirty smudges on my glass
but you?
I look to you, through you
and stare at the lies we tell.
But hope that one day
I’ll see what I am
instead of who I hope to be.
tossing and turning in the night .
You talked back to me
with cracked glass
and nightmares that I’ll remember
when I wake up.
I close my eyes.
Imperfection, I see.
Who else can spot
the skeletons in my closet
and dirty smudges on my glass
but you?
I look to you, through you
and stare at the lies we tell.
But hope that one day
I’ll see what I am
instead of who I hope to be.
#mirror
523 reads
1 Comment
Depraved
Sweet little flower
Please, don’t feel shame.
when you notice me notice you
and don’t call your name
The affection is mine
no matter what you do.
I have love to give
but not to you.
Feel my heat
when you misbehave.
and still no warmth
while cold and depraved.
Please, don’t feel shame.
when you notice me notice you
and don’t call your name
The affection is mine
no matter what you do.
I have love to give
but not to you.
Feel my heat
when you misbehave.
and still no warmth
while cold and depraved.
#abuse
537 reads
1 Comment
Bathroom Break
#sex
584 reads
2 Comments
Released
I am just like him
with eyes that shine
as rays of sun through the window
And a smile that’s just as bright
on a Sunday morning.
But I am alive
with freedom and wisdom and pain
while he only feels the hurting
and burning of his actions.
with eyes that shine
as rays of sun through the window
And a smile that’s just as bright
on a Sunday morning.
But I am alive
with freedom and wisdom and pain
while he only feels the hurting
and burning of his actions.
#abuse
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Violence
The door is open.
I know I can escape.
I am free to go,
but I never leave.
I know I can escape.
I am free to go,
but I never leave.
#abuse
#loneliness
#hurt
725 reads
9 Comments
Ain’t A Poem
Stop sayin she ain’t a poem
one that doesn’t want to be read
she doesn’t understand her beauty
the words are mingled in her head
She is more than her pain
stronger than the sacrifices she’s made
the hurt doesn’t need to be rushed
like a skimmed over page
Don’t tell me she ain’t a poem
it doesn’t need to be said
her power deserves recognition
and every word she says.
one that doesn’t want to be read
she doesn’t understand her beauty
the words are mingled in her head
She is more than her pain
stronger than the sacrifices she’s made
the hurt doesn’t need to be rushed
like a skimmed over page
Don’t tell me she ain’t a poem
it doesn’t need to be said
her power deserves recognition
and every word she says.
#strength
#hope
#courage #LifeStruggles
#courage #LifeStruggles
643 reads
3 Comments
Ignored
The scoff was covered
with eye rolls
followed by a looking away;
dismissing the thought
as the bell tolls.
with eye rolls
followed by a looking away;
dismissing the thought
as the bell tolls.
#loneliness
566 reads
2 Comments
Fire Breath
It’s a heated conversation between
fire breathing dragons.
She talks of tail flips
and drains the heat of my frustration
with those scaled lips
She’s washing her hands of this
but it doesn’t clear the stench.
Like when she cut throats
with the ashes of burnt lies
and takes a drag to clear the smoke
from behind her eyes.
fire breathing dragons.
She talks of tail flips
and drains the heat of my frustration
with those scaled lips
She’s washing her hands of this
but it doesn’t clear the stench.
Like when she cut throats
with the ashes of burnt lies
and takes a drag to clear the smoke
from behind her eyes.
#dark
549 reads
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My Own Prison
I apologize for making you angry
even though you weren’t roused
before you thought of me.
You might as well cause an uproar;
start a fight with yourself
and yell at me instead.
even though you weren’t roused
before you thought of me.
You might as well cause an uproar;
start a fight with yourself
and yell at me instead.
#LifeAsAWriter
602 reads
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Fire And Desire
I’ve been burning for you alone in my sheets
and I want you as nobody else gets.
You tear me up,
hold me down,
give me night sweats.
Pull my hair as you drive me into the next week.
Spread my legs in your thought process
I’ll explode against the will of your imagination
and swim in the circulation of you bloodstream.
I fight against anxiety as if you deny me
and need the violence of being left in a hot mess.
and I want you as nobody else gets.
You tear me up,
hold me down,
give me night sweats.
Pull my hair as you drive me into the next week.
Spread my legs in your thought process
I’ll explode against the will of your imagination
and swim in the circulation of you bloodstream.
I fight against anxiety as if you deny me
and need the violence of being left in a hot mess.
#lover
938 reads
6 Comments
Where The Sun Don't Shine
770 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by UnleashedHeathen