Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
Checkmate
Let’s just pack a thing or two
And get into the car
Drive away to an unknown town
Drive until we’re far…
Away from this terrible mess
The life that we created
Drive away to a strange old town
Where strangers are thoroughly hated
All the things we’re living now
All the needy people
Forever gone, a forgotten song
Are like the dead, just passively peaceful.
Our love has grown thorny
A petulant, cloudy sky
The rivers travel fast and dark
Every word from you a lie….
Every time I see you struggle
I see the darkness in...
And get into the car
Drive away to an unknown town
Drive until we’re far…
Away from this terrible mess
The life that we created
Drive away to a strange old town
Where strangers are thoroughly hated
All the things we’re living now
All the needy people
Forever gone, a forgotten song
Are like the dead, just passively peaceful.
Our love has grown thorny
A petulant, cloudy sky
The rivers travel fast and dark
Every word from you a lie….
Every time I see you struggle
I see the darkness in...
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The Beginning
You wake up
With heaviness
A twist in your brain
An uncomfortable quiver
Dull, bitter pangs
You can’t remember at first
Where this comes from
Thinking that maybe
He’s sleeping on his back,
Like he always does,
Beside you
Still dreaming
Still breathing
Sweating his musky scent
That you love so much
Permeating your skin
And hair,
Rich and warm.
He’s gone
The sheets are chilly,
And dry
Vulnerable to your tears
To the cold breezes
Sliding in from the cracked window
By your...
With heaviness
A twist in your brain
An uncomfortable quiver
Dull, bitter pangs
You can’t remember at first
Where this comes from
Thinking that maybe
He’s sleeping on his back,
Like he always does,
Beside you
Still dreaming
Still breathing
Sweating his musky scent
That you love so much
Permeating your skin
And hair,
Rich and warm.
He’s gone
The sheets are chilly,
And dry
Vulnerable to your tears
To the cold breezes
Sliding in from the cracked window
By your...
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Redemption
He calls
And it’s very difficult
Not to pick up the phone.
I can’t
Go back
I can’t
Lose track
I can’t
Rot anymore
In his squalid cage
Waiting for him
To make that change
And put me first
For better or worse
I remember when
I felt my worth…
However meager
However small
However hard
It was to crawl.
I fell.
And I’m ready now
To get back up.
And it’s very difficult
Not to pick up the phone.
I can’t
Go back
I can’t
Lose track
I can’t
Rot anymore
In his squalid cage
Waiting for him
To make that change
And put me first
For better or worse
I remember when
I felt my worth…
However meager
However small
However hard
It was to crawl.
I fell.
And I’m ready now
To get back up.
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Sun
Still dizzy
Soaking in adrenalin and
Shock…not shock.
We always know these things,
Don’t we? Inside the darker parts
We feel the urgent tugs
That something is amiss,
Something unsettles the soul.
When you were away
I could feel the awkward doubts
Spilling in like a riptide
Drowning, suffocating the good feelings
And the luminous pearls of hope
That were never quite strong enough
And then you would come around again...
Maybe, I was overthinking
Maybe I needed time
To gather my forces together
Virginia...
Soaking in adrenalin and
Shock…not shock.
We always know these things,
Don’t we? Inside the darker parts
We feel the urgent tugs
That something is amiss,
Something unsettles the soul.
When you were away
I could feel the awkward doubts
Spilling in like a riptide
Drowning, suffocating the good feelings
And the luminous pearls of hope
That were never quite strong enough
And then you would come around again...
Maybe, I was overthinking
Maybe I needed time
To gather my forces together
Virginia...
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Choke
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The Knife Under Your Bed
You say
You want to cut yourself
And beneath your bed
Hid a sly little blade,
Your metal Jesus, saving grace,
Waiting to slice through the vulnerable
Folds of your flesh
Because the aching pain inside
Is too much and
Whimpers for release.
You’ll probably end up back in your office
The very next day
Wearing long sleeves
Despite the scorching heat
So that your boss can’t see the
Two vertical lines carved
With ruthless precision up your arms
Lines tracing the pulsing blues
You’ll feel a tingle, warm rush...
You want to cut yourself
And beneath your bed
Hid a sly little blade,
Your metal Jesus, saving grace,
Waiting to slice through the vulnerable
Folds of your flesh
Because the aching pain inside
Is too much and
Whimpers for release.
You’ll probably end up back in your office
The very next day
Wearing long sleeves
Despite the scorching heat
So that your boss can’t see the
Two vertical lines carved
With ruthless precision up your arms
Lines tracing the pulsing blues
You’ll feel a tingle, warm rush...
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Requiem
There are moments of clarity
But they pass so quickly…
I am brittle bone and aching flesh
And I know too well
That your demons are stronger than me.
They
Make me run
For the darkest corner
I can find
And sometimes
There are no corners.
I dreamt you were dying.
I found you on your bed
Lying with your eyes wide open
Red rimmed fear
Terrorized blue
Peering into a gutted
Eternity.
I held you fierce
When you took your last breath
But you were already gone
Dissolved by fear and...
But they pass so quickly…
I am brittle bone and aching flesh
And I know too well
That your demons are stronger than me.
They
Make me run
For the darkest corner
I can find
And sometimes
There are no corners.
I dreamt you were dying.
I found you on your bed
Lying with your eyes wide open
Red rimmed fear
Terrorized blue
Peering into a gutted
Eternity.
I held you fierce
When you took your last breath
But you were already gone
Dissolved by fear and...
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Verbal Abuse
I find myself
Trying to cover up
The pieces of me
You said were ugly.
These sidewalks have become
A public display of shame
A place for others to leer
At my persistent imperfections
So I lower my eyes
and quicken my pace
Knowing that my insides
Are even uglier,
But not as ugly as yours.
I reason with myself,
Know that less than a week ago
I believed I was different than this
It's not possible
I became a living horror show
In a scant few days.
But rationality can't compete
With the potent poisons ...
Trying to cover up
The pieces of me
You said were ugly.
These sidewalks have become
A public display of shame
A place for others to leer
At my persistent imperfections
So I lower my eyes
and quicken my pace
Knowing that my insides
Are even uglier,
But not as ugly as yours.
I reason with myself,
Know that less than a week ago
I believed I was different than this
It's not possible
I became a living horror show
In a scant few days.
But rationality can't compete
With the potent poisons ...
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The things you don't say
Do you think he was afraid in those last few moments?” Her eyes were big and desperate, looking straight into mine.
“No. He was disorientated. He was foggy. There is no way he knew what was happening. I was there.” She seems satisfied with this. We sit back and watch everyone, like ants, walking in pairs, lines, some of them approaching the grave and others staying far back by the trees, talking to each other in groups of three or four. My mother sits alone under the canopy holding her face in her hands. Everyone has left her but they all watch her from the corners of their...
“No. He was disorientated. He was foggy. There is no way he knew what was happening. I was there.” She seems satisfied with this. We sit back and watch everyone, like ants, walking in pairs, lines, some of them approaching the grave and others staying far back by the trees, talking to each other in groups of three or four. My mother sits alone under the canopy holding her face in her hands. Everyone has left her but they all watch her from the corners of their...
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The Road You're On
You don’t have the money to feed your kids
And you worry all the time
About how you will afford the gas to get to work each day
The backyard needs mowing
And the carpets are spotted in filmy grays and browns
Legos beating up the bottom of your feet
And toys you didn’t realize were around anymore
Plodding in clustered corners
Like forgotten weeds
While you struggle vehemently
With your insides
Wondering if anyone can love you
Really love you
Because the apocalypse of age
Looms recklessly closer ...
And you worry all the time
About how you will afford the gas to get to work each day
The backyard needs mowing
And the carpets are spotted in filmy grays and browns
Legos beating up the bottom of your feet
And toys you didn’t realize were around anymore
Plodding in clustered corners
Like forgotten weeds
While you struggle vehemently
With your insides
Wondering if anyone can love you
Really love you
Because the apocalypse of age
Looms recklessly closer ...
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Scissors, please
I ache for freedom.
For that cold, metal key
Just the right combination,
Just the right fee…
I want my soul free
From your malevolent strings
I’ve been gripping for life on
You’re severed, stripped wings
Spiraling quickly
Into your chemical sea.
Who can love an empty vessel?
Who swims in venomous seas?
I labored in your death camp
Let you strip my dignity
Let you perch upon my shoulder
In stoic sovereignty.
For that cold, metal key
Just the right combination,
Just the right fee…
I want my soul free
From your malevolent strings
I’ve been gripping for life on
You’re severed, stripped wings
Spiraling quickly
Into your chemical sea.
Who can love an empty vessel?
Who swims in venomous seas?
I labored in your death camp
Let you strip my dignity
Let you perch upon my shoulder
In stoic sovereignty.
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The Family Meeting
Your eyes, pleasantly cloudy,
Idly indifferent
When the case worker
Brings the child into the room.
You pull out your phone
Browse through the latest
Slander on Facebook
While your child
Lays placidly
In a lively pink car seat,
Oblivious to your estrangement.
We all watch you from our seats
And with impeccable determination
Refuse to criticize
What we don’t understand.
Idly indifferent
When the case worker
Brings the child into the room.
You pull out your phone
Browse through the latest
Slander on Facebook
While your child
Lays placidly
In a lively pink car seat,
Oblivious to your estrangement.
We all watch you from our seats
And with impeccable determination
Refuse to criticize
What we don’t understand.
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