Submissions by Whispered_Words (DRooney)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 4:22am
2nd Mar 2012 4:22am
"Mommy, Mother"
She asks, bewildered, if everything's okay.
Smiling, repeating, "It's not about me."
--Thinks it's dark, scary, threatening.
Shake my head,
talk to a friend,
reconsider my work.
Mommy, Mother riddle me this,
Why does a poem always have to be about
the poet?
When Shakespeare wrote such sonnets,
or plays--do you think he was really a lovestruck Juliet?
Or a green eyed monster?
Sure the concept, maybe.
Everyone has love and lost,
been jealous, out right.
She questions my style, my words in descriptions,...
Smiling, repeating, "It's not about me."
--Thinks it's dark, scary, threatening.
Shake my head,
talk to a friend,
reconsider my work.
Mommy, Mother riddle me this,
Why does a poem always have to be about
the poet?
When Shakespeare wrote such sonnets,
or plays--do you think he was really a lovestruck Juliet?
Or a green eyed monster?
Sure the concept, maybe.
Everyone has love and lost,
been jealous, out right.
She questions my style, my words in descriptions,...
#love
#mother
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 2:02am
2nd Mar 2012 2:02am
"Rapere, Mirthless, Rotten and Diminished"
Drifting.
Heartbreaking tears.
The raven claws at the worm's thin skin until blood bubbles out all along the rough edges of his talons.
Her palms are covered in sweat,
A daydream she won't ever forget,
Let her be born ontop of this stone,
Stabbing into her black heart.
One step closer to that shining edge,
The lie,
Sorrow that comes with it all in her head.
Sitting with her bloody hands in her lap,
wondering why she ever agreed to this deal at all,
A storm raging out at sea in her distance.
Everyone's telling her to...
Heartbreaking tears.
The raven claws at the worm's thin skin until blood bubbles out all along the rough edges of his talons.
Her palms are covered in sweat,
A daydream she won't ever forget,
Let her be born ontop of this stone,
Stabbing into her black heart.
One step closer to that shining edge,
The lie,
Sorrow that comes with it all in her head.
Sitting with her bloody hands in her lap,
wondering why she ever agreed to this deal at all,
A storm raging out at sea in her distance.
Everyone's telling her to...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 11:05pm
29th Feb 2012 11:05pm
"Love And Other Drugs That Hurt"
Tonight,
Alive and electric.
Pills,
Splitting and crushing.
Caps,
Littering and popping.
Lips,
Pressed and together.
Burning,
Heart and head.
Tonight,
Giggle and prosper.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Tomorrow night,
I will black out a bit,
You tangle up around me,
Like a spider in it's web,
Wrapped around the dead food.
Tomorrow night,
I eat something like sour grape,
You laugh when I make that face,
Like the buzzing in the room,
Warping down to our...
Alive and electric.
Pills,
Splitting and crushing.
Caps,
Littering and popping.
Lips,
Pressed and together.
Burning,
Heart and head.
Tonight,
Giggle and prosper.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Tomorrow night,
I will black out a bit,
You tangle up around me,
Like a spider in it's web,
Wrapped around the dead food.
Tomorrow night,
I eat something like sour grape,
You laugh when I make that face,
Like the buzzing in the room,
Warping down to our...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 3:56am
28th Feb 2012 3:56am
"T__ O__ T___ G__ A___ (In The Mind Of A Manic Lover)"
Stinging salt in the tear ducts of time,
The one thing that would never be said--not allowed.
Box of chocolate treats their creamy in texture,
But so sour and sharp your teeth fall right out.
A darkened hall that races with splats of red,
The bloody rivers flowing through each dismembered arm.
That girl.
She cries.
Not like most darkness.
Valuable sweet friend,
take my advice,
never see me again.
A sky shooting from white to hues of fire and grey,
Promising to always hold each other near--a dirt broke blade....
The one thing that would never be said--not allowed.
Box of chocolate treats their creamy in texture,
But so sour and sharp your teeth fall right out.
A darkened hall that races with splats of red,
The bloody rivers flowing through each dismembered arm.
That girl.
She cries.
Not like most darkness.
Valuable sweet friend,
take my advice,
never see me again.
A sky shooting from white to hues of fire and grey,
Promising to always hold each other near--a dirt broke blade....
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 1:36am
27th Feb 2012 1:36am
"Sound And Silent"
A painting.
Bells.
Giggles.
Lighting.
Yearning closely,
Standing glass,
Filming art,
Above cielings,
Flittering hands,
Reaching out,
Pull back.
Whispering loudly inside my head,
Ashes falling like rain along your skin,
Bending,
Silence,
Immensely shaking.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Crying out.
But.
Don't tell.
Bells.
Giggles.
Lighting.
Yearning closely,
Standing glass,
Filming art,
Above cielings,
Flittering hands,
Reaching out,
Pull back.
Whispering loudly inside my head,
Ashes falling like rain along your skin,
Bending,
Silence,
Immensely shaking.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Crying out.
But.
Don't tell.
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 1:29am
27th Feb 2012 1:29am
"Skinny Little Bitch"
Entertained for such a time,
waiting for something to reply,
a grin appearing before the next line.
Heart
dropping
stomach
aching
Anger filling up like cream in a pastry,
baking at 550 degrees and charring badly on the
edges of red blood to be spilled like wine
a subtle victory against a stupid woman
because it's my fault
not like that even fucking surprises me
she needs a big work on her heart
if it were there anymore
eyes
watering
childish
ashamed
no I'm not crying because I can't talk to her
crying because her...
waiting for something to reply,
a grin appearing before the next line.
Heart
dropping
stomach
aching
Anger filling up like cream in a pastry,
baking at 550 degrees and charring badly on the
edges of red blood to be spilled like wine
a subtle victory against a stupid woman
because it's my fault
not like that even fucking surprises me
she needs a big work on her heart
if it were there anymore
eyes
watering
childish
ashamed
no I'm not crying because I can't talk to her
crying because her...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 3:07am
24th Feb 2012 3:07am
"Smile And Blush. (Nice To See You Again)"
Hands groping further
tongue exploiting skin
panties soaking and dripping
knees buckling together;
the only sad thing is that
I won't remember you
when you leave.
tongue exploiting skin
panties soaking and dripping
knees buckling together;
the only sad thing is that
I won't remember you
when you leave.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 2:15am
23rd Feb 2012 2:15am
"Unidentified Caller"
You have ten new messages, recieved at 8:12 PM]
She blinked at the little red 10 that glowed yearningly through the plastic machine, then she pressed play and listened.
[. . . I was waiting for you to get home, are you home yet? You're home aren't you? Listening to this, wearing your little fucking shorts and that stupid tight little shirt. But, I ain't mad at you, just. . . You know, pick up your phone. Now.] BEEP
Her breath caught in her chest at the anger and rage that laced the voice, the light in her baby colored eyes dimmed with fear. Feeling like something...
She blinked at the little red 10 that glowed yearningly through the plastic machine, then she pressed play and listened.
[. . . I was waiting for you to get home, are you home yet? You're home aren't you? Listening to this, wearing your little fucking shorts and that stupid tight little shirt. But, I ain't mad at you, just. . . You know, pick up your phone. Now.] BEEP
Her breath caught in her chest at the anger and rage that laced the voice, the light in her baby colored eyes dimmed with fear. Feeling like something...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 7:55pm
22nd Feb 2012 7:55pm
"Red/Yellow"
Red
Hungry like a high teen,
craving and clawing at any type of it,
I can get it, oh so easily, like a good fuck (in the back of a truck).
It's red as it burns open my stomach, in my fucking head,
I've never known any other type of hunger before.
An ache in my fingers when I try to grasp it,
steaming up like gas from my mouth when I inhale,
a huff and a puff some kind of beautiful high.
My bloated head leans on the cold of a strangers car window,
the hum of a drum connecting to the rap on the radio,
the street lights blurry as they drove....
Hungry like a high teen,
craving and clawing at any type of it,
I can get it, oh so easily, like a good fuck (in the back of a truck).
It's red as it burns open my stomach, in my fucking head,
I've never known any other type of hunger before.
An ache in my fingers when I try to grasp it,
steaming up like gas from my mouth when I inhale,
a huff and a puff some kind of beautiful high.
My bloated head leans on the cold of a strangers car window,
the hum of a drum connecting to the rap on the radio,
the street lights blurry as they drove....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Feb 2012 3:14pm
10th Feb 2012 3:14pm
"Admission Tickets"
When the officer told me he could put me away, that he was honestly thinking about calling the hospital because what I was saying was making his hands shake uneasily, that the words I was saying were making him nervous--I wanted to cry. Not that I was happy but because I was scared, scared that my parents would hate me. Ninety percent of the time I am the murderer in every relationship, the ones that aren't so bad too. While sitting in the chair in front of my therapist and this police officer I thought about why I was stupid. At that time there were only maybe six days to live, six days...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 7:51pm
5th Feb 2012 7:51pm
"Tick, Tock (Three Days Left)"
Hands twisted like bark around the base of the clock, grinning wildly down a us as we wait for time to run out. In addition to the blue flesh that's falling off each limb there's a ticking in the thick of the membrane that is unbearable when sleeping. A cloak of masks built up to fool such police and doctors away from the red of our precious countdown. Indigo purple fades to the mush of brain we have left, the little amount keeps rotting.
Dry feathers clump in our chalky mouth so even though we need to we can't cry out for help before the last marks are made, it'll be too late and that...
Dry feathers clump in our chalky mouth so even though we need to we can't cry out for help before the last marks are made, it'll be too late and that...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 3:06pm
3rd Feb 2012 3:06pm
"Madness (Six Days Left)"
The cold ties of betrayel wrap themselves around in spaces my organs push out of, paralyzing exposure in unsympathizing walls that crack--blame and crubmle. Backtracking to days filled to the brim it seems to be all too easy to look away, ink blocks the ways my blood flows over through my hands and thinly lit wrists.
Warfare blogs about the bullets and all these hidden mines under thick flaps of skin that's milky in texture; though a type of ashen black in color, rotting flesh. None of these warnings in the papers could keep the little creatures at bay from romping around in the bone...
Warfare blogs about the bullets and all these hidden mines under thick flaps of skin that's milky in texture; though a type of ashen black in color, rotting flesh. None of these warnings in the papers could keep the little creatures at bay from romping around in the bone...
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