Submissions by Whispered_Words (DRooney)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 9:44pm
1st Feb 2012 9:44pm
"And Run (Eight Days Left)"
A calmness washes over the world we live in as a steady pace of waves slush into the snow making steam that becomes transparent against the white of the tub.
To everyone it seems red and open, festering and blistering over again until finally that same calmness drains the wound so much harder than it was to fill it up.
Though to those who are like us it is blue and closed, held in so thickly and fat, tar build up under a thin layer of skin most wouldn't dare notice but the calmness slices it apart so easily it's a sigh of relief.
As today leans forward our palms...
To everyone it seems red and open, festering and blistering over again until finally that same calmness drains the wound so much harder than it was to fill it up.
Though to those who are like us it is blue and closed, held in so thickly and fat, tar build up under a thin layer of skin most wouldn't dare notice but the calmness slices it apart so easily it's a sigh of relief.
As today leans forward our palms...
689 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 3:24am
30th Jan 2012 3:24am
"Breaking Down God"
The air is cliché under the light of a stunningly beautiful God who stands above me.
My knees shake at the sight of the waves of ember, gold twisted in the hands that hold my own.
Down at the bottom of my feet is some kind of clear water that’s warm to the touch on my fingers.
Suddenly some rain clouds faltered our air, my God, my love, he covers my eyes, I already saw them.
The dark and those voices that climb over my fences and rape my thoughts with God and hope.
Then.
It.
Began.
The shadows killed my God,
Took me by the limbs-- pinned me down, ...
My knees shake at the sight of the waves of ember, gold twisted in the hands that hold my own.
Down at the bottom of my feet is some kind of clear water that’s warm to the touch on my fingers.
Suddenly some rain clouds faltered our air, my God, my love, he covers my eyes, I already saw them.
The dark and those voices that climb over my fences and rape my thoughts with God and hope.
Then.
It.
Began.
The shadows killed my God,
Took me by the limbs-- pinned me down, ...
818 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2012 3:21am
30th Jan 2012 3:21am
"Gloriously Low"
Surrendering to a mistake or delusions,
of a past I hardly ever talk about now,
the fear of exploding within my bed,
the top scorer of many scores that's one too deep,
and I needed some one to pour to,
to tell what happened and why I was doing this,
my journal, my love, where there were no stones,
nothing could tell me not to say these things,
my pen was my sword against dark thoughts,
even if they were just a recording of them,
pushing them to get redder and blacker with marks,
a super explicit of pure white that had been stained, ...
of a past I hardly ever talk about now,
the fear of exploding within my bed,
the top scorer of many scores that's one too deep,
and I needed some one to pour to,
to tell what happened and why I was doing this,
my journal, my love, where there were no stones,
nothing could tell me not to say these things,
my pen was my sword against dark thoughts,
even if they were just a recording of them,
pushing them to get redder and blacker with marks,
a super explicit of pure white that had been stained, ...
565 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 3:56pm
29th Jan 2012 3:56pm
"If I Said I Missed You, It'd Be Bad For Your Health"
You are made of paper,
Swirling around under a fan.
Iron casting down gates in front,
A Skull made of glass shatters throughout.
Running down a never ending corridor with a door,
Isn't it a way out but everything's a paranoid trick.
It's so hard to breathe caught up in a fantasy like heroes,
Rushing down a path of red and purple back into the hospital.
Something screams inside as the men in white coats hold you down,
Needles piercing into the water balloon that you call a brain so far away.
Just a touch of the flame burning like white horns under a...
Swirling around under a fan.
Iron casting down gates in front,
A Skull made of glass shatters throughout.
Running down a never ending corridor with a door,
Isn't it a way out but everything's a paranoid trick.
It's so hard to breathe caught up in a fantasy like heroes,
Rushing down a path of red and purple back into the hospital.
Something screams inside as the men in white coats hold you down,
Needles piercing into the water balloon that you call a brain so far away.
Just a touch of the flame burning like white horns under a...
625 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 3:40pm
29th Jan 2012 3:40pm
"No Light, No Light (Dancing In The Dark)"
Looking at a safe enough distance, arms tightly loosening in the mindless speech around me, the way softly lit skin is revealed upon a thigh or waist in the crowd.
Vibrations of almost sweat trickling down the curve of her neck, bones spreading like wings beneath sun kissed skin, so-curly mop hopping around on top of her head.
Fevering cheeks collecting at the tips of my ears blushing them red, clear shades of darkness swoop as eagles across in the pale yellow light of the room, my heart--booms.
Her sickening green eyes notice me, she smiles with a perfect set of teeth, hands...
Vibrations of almost sweat trickling down the curve of her neck, bones spreading like wings beneath sun kissed skin, so-curly mop hopping around on top of her head.
Fevering cheeks collecting at the tips of my ears blushing them red, clear shades of darkness swoop as eagles across in the pale yellow light of the room, my heart--booms.
Her sickening green eyes notice me, she smiles with a perfect set of teeth, hands...
603 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 00:04am
29th Jan 2012 00:04am
"The Prophecy Of One D. Rooney"
The Legend - Part One
There's a thick salt in this air,
Tastes like sea and sand.
Wind gusts at the end where rocks meet blue,
Turned around and saw a few figures in the fog.
Handfuls of rocks were thrown mercilessly towards her body,
Though, like Grendel, they did not hurt her.
The stones bounced off and clattered to the ground,
Tell her when you want to say that face to face.
Branches quiver like abused children under a desk,
Leaves falling into fire and dusks with no ending.
There's some kind of dip in the land they ran...
There's a thick salt in this air,
Tastes like sea and sand.
Wind gusts at the end where rocks meet blue,
Turned around and saw a few figures in the fog.
Handfuls of rocks were thrown mercilessly towards her body,
Though, like Grendel, they did not hurt her.
The stones bounced off and clattered to the ground,
Tell her when you want to say that face to face.
Branches quiver like abused children under a desk,
Leaves falling into fire and dusks with no ending.
There's some kind of dip in the land they ran...
721 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 1:32am
27th Jan 2012 1:32am
"Revenge"
Back to back (peering over the shoulder),
eye to eye (glaring so hard you cry),
mouth to mouth (with that hand inbetween),
ear to ear (to hear the air),
her face I hardly see,
her voice I never miss,
makes me sick.
Walking proud through the halls,
stomping like an easy woman,
heels clacking behind miles of legs,
run a hand through blue hair,
smile (this time mean it).
Keep my mouth shut tight,
ice capes my shoulders like a cloak,
a breath of fresh air like lakes,
ocean salt coats my chapped lips,
ball room donging in...
eye to eye (glaring so hard you cry),
mouth to mouth (with that hand inbetween),
ear to ear (to hear the air),
her face I hardly see,
her voice I never miss,
makes me sick.
Walking proud through the halls,
stomping like an easy woman,
heels clacking behind miles of legs,
run a hand through blue hair,
smile (this time mean it).
Keep my mouth shut tight,
ice capes my shoulders like a cloak,
a breath of fresh air like lakes,
ocean salt coats my chapped lips,
ball room donging in...
643 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 00:43am
27th Jan 2012 00:43am
"The Drugged Girl Is Ranting - Part Ten"
Shock, horror, awe.
Sweetly tender heels that walk on the ground,
like she's walking in a pressure cooker.
Boiling under skin and bone peeling away from her legs,
almost as if strings of muscle are being tugged,
by little hands that trail behind her.
Brown sugar has a taste in
the back of her throat when
she swallows the little pills
that make everything b e t t e r.
Snap, hobble, asphalt.
Blood. Smiling. Laughing.
The expedition has begun my friend!
The journey continues to the dark world of--
D R U G S
Rolling...
Sweetly tender heels that walk on the ground,
like she's walking in a pressure cooker.
Boiling under skin and bone peeling away from her legs,
almost as if strings of muscle are being tugged,
by little hands that trail behind her.
Brown sugar has a taste in
the back of her throat when
she swallows the little pills
that make everything b e t t e r.
Snap, hobble, asphalt.
Blood. Smiling. Laughing.
The expedition has begun my friend!
The journey continues to the dark world of--
D R U G S
Rolling...
781 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 9:53pm
25th Jan 2012 9:53pm
"Testing 1, 2. Testing 1, 2."
You are that girl, not a woman.
One who I was fond of greatly, I'm not now.
The thought of you still makes my world shake,
but you no longer make my eyes advert from what I need,
what I've always needed to obtain before anything else.
I need to move on. From my past. From that old me. From you.
Yellow flowers plant in the shape of my palms,
he needs me to help him.
For once,
I think.
I'm going to
try. Try to be better.
Try to be happy.
...
One who I was fond of greatly, I'm not now.
The thought of you still makes my world shake,
but you no longer make my eyes advert from what I need,
what I've always needed to obtain before anything else.
I need to move on. From my past. From that old me. From you.
Yellow flowers plant in the shape of my palms,
he needs me to help him.
For once,
I think.
I'm going to
try. Try to be better.
Try to be happy.
...
596 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 9:36pm
25th Jan 2012 9:36pm
"S______"
A shock of hot around my form,
air pockets rising up around to the surface,
vibrating of music from the tv,
fingers floating--feeling the plastic of the tub.
Hands shaking touching the rim,
holding my body down from safety,
rivers following down red paths,
the salt of the sea down my ribs as I suck in.
Didn't even try keeping my sanity,
water dipping for a swim in my ending chest,
fear spreads on my face I can feel it,
keeping everything down for a little longer dear.
Listening to the step of the feet down the hall,
closer to...
air pockets rising up around to the surface,
vibrating of music from the tv,
fingers floating--feeling the plastic of the tub.
Hands shaking touching the rim,
holding my body down from safety,
rivers following down red paths,
the salt of the sea down my ribs as I suck in.
Didn't even try keeping my sanity,
water dipping for a swim in my ending chest,
fear spreads on my face I can feel it,
keeping everything down for a little longer dear.
Listening to the step of the feet down the hall,
closer to...
769 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Jan 2012 4:58am
22nd Jan 2012 4:58am
"The Blabbing Girl Is Ranting - Part Nine"
Turning, twisting, total control I say.
Picking, poking, potentential they yell.
Scabbing, stabbing, sedative she gave.
Like a bruise I ache on you.
Like a mark I scar in you.
Unlike a feather I always cut in.
Unlike you,
I surrender. To me. To this ___.
Deeper than the waterlines in my cheeks are words I won't say,
Even deeper is a cold I keep frozen,
Deeper than that is a thing that makes me think these thoughts.
Makes me. Hurt. You.
But I forgot what I was...
Picking, poking, potentential they yell.
Scabbing, stabbing, sedative she gave.
Like a bruise I ache on you.
Like a mark I scar in you.
Unlike a feather I always cut in.
Unlike you,
I surrender. To me. To this ___.
Deeper than the waterlines in my cheeks are words I won't say,
Even deeper is a cold I keep frozen,
Deeper than that is a thing that makes me think these thoughts.
Makes me. Hurt. You.
But I forgot what I was...
726 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2012 3:08pm
20th Jan 2012 3:08pm
"Ounces"
quivering like a leaf
in the snow
white cascading over the road
stomach churning
chest raining blood
eyes staring down
there's nothing in this snow
just flakes covering my shoes
soaking through
freezing my toes
blackening my soul
thoughts knowing
collection of nothing
filled with everything
dripping red
drops on the rubber white
numb pain from cold
breathing static and heavy
sun beaming through the clouds
hands warming up my cheeks
a smile
silent whispering in my ears
I nod
and...
in the snow
white cascading over the road
stomach churning
chest raining blood
eyes staring down
there's nothing in this snow
just flakes covering my shoes
soaking through
freezing my toes
blackening my soul
thoughts knowing
collection of nothing
filled with everything
dripping red
drops on the rubber white
numb pain from cold
breathing static and heavy
sun beaming through the clouds
hands warming up my cheeks
a smile
silent whispering in my ears
I nod
and...
617 reads
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