Submissions by Whispered_Words (DRooney)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 4:40am
18th Jan 2012 4:40am
"Keep Breathing"
Maybe that tree will always be a sapling at it's best and an oak at it's worst,
What's it to you when that tree shakes away all those leaves leaving it vulnerable under the satellite sun?
The bird that falls will learn to fly better than all the others because it knows how hard the ground is,
Who you were doesn't make up who you are so stop getting trapped in that closed door.
Like the rat asleep in a big city that never sleeps or the cat that starves at a buffet,
The convict that prays with a swastika painted on his palms finds the god he's never seen.
Fireflies...
What's it to you when that tree shakes away all those leaves leaving it vulnerable under the satellite sun?
The bird that falls will learn to fly better than all the others because it knows how hard the ground is,
Who you were doesn't make up who you are so stop getting trapped in that closed door.
Like the rat asleep in a big city that never sleeps or the cat that starves at a buffet,
The convict that prays with a swastika painted on his palms finds the god he's never seen.
Fireflies...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 00:48am
14th Jan 2012 00:48am
"Grey Overdose"
Sparkles maybe sprites of some kind dance along a pale frame that echoes with each step and fizz. Plates made of steel and glass fall too slowly to the ground as a wave of hair pushes away from the face it hides, water spiraling off the edges of the jaw and thick of the lips. Lines caress under both eyes like imprints and indents made by fingers running down loose cheeks, black drools off long bottom lashes painting the worn skin grey and black. Smoking bits of ash still rest in the hair while tremoring hands fondle cold handles of the faucet, lips opening just a bit to release gaps of stale...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 11:32pm
13th Jan 2012 11:32pm
"Pardon Me, I'm Just Picking Up Pieces"
Following behind like rat in the sewers,
looking for scraps and bits of things that were me,
the remnants,
burnt papers I left behind as a trail so I can go back,
I'm not fighting the words you scrawl or the thoughts you think,
almost emotionless as I read each syllable down to the curve,
cursing my mother for taking extreme measures,
dragging thin blades down my skin because no one will stop me,
not that I want them to.
Feet trail along side a group of friends,
look in your direction and I am betrayed by my heart for stopping when I see you cry,...
looking for scraps and bits of things that were me,
the remnants,
burnt papers I left behind as a trail so I can go back,
I'm not fighting the words you scrawl or the thoughts you think,
almost emotionless as I read each syllable down to the curve,
cursing my mother for taking extreme measures,
dragging thin blades down my skin because no one will stop me,
not that I want them to.
Feet trail along side a group of friends,
look in your direction and I am betrayed by my heart for stopping when I see you cry,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 8:17pm
10th Jan 2012 8:17pm
"Burning Up"
Ripped apart papers lay across an oil stained floor,
I'm holding the match but hand shakes in nerves,
Can I really do this? I ask myself as I bite my lip.
Can I really burn her away? My mind travels back but I hold it to stay,
The lighter burns my thumb as another paper is ripped,
The cold of the pipe against my lips and floating mind.
Scraps are blown to bits as a few wounds are split across my body,
Why can't I be normal and move on like most people? My lips whisper to myself as liqour and booze dribble down my chin.
She tried stopping me from doing these...
I'm holding the match but hand shakes in nerves,
Can I really do this? I ask myself as I bite my lip.
Can I really burn her away? My mind travels back but I hold it to stay,
The lighter burns my thumb as another paper is ripped,
The cold of the pipe against my lips and floating mind.
Scraps are blown to bits as a few wounds are split across my body,
Why can't I be normal and move on like most people? My lips whisper to myself as liqour and booze dribble down my chin.
She tried stopping me from doing these...
845 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 9:59pm
9th Jan 2012 9:59pm
"Winter Spring"
White gloss, shards of glass as sparkling eyes watch snow that melts faster than her heart can break.
Breath catches like kites in the air around pale skin as trees swing to and fro in the distance.
Shades of fire blue hair float like strings around her face as she smiles and catches the flakes of snow on her tongue.
Birds push off of bare branches that cast black shadows across the grey sky that's light lessens her pupils.
White ice crunches under ivy boots, thin legs like bark of the black trees that sleep until the spring.
Water trickles down a pile of rocks off on the...
Breath catches like kites in the air around pale skin as trees swing to and fro in the distance.
Shades of fire blue hair float like strings around her face as she smiles and catches the flakes of snow on her tongue.
Birds push off of bare branches that cast black shadows across the grey sky that's light lessens her pupils.
White ice crunches under ivy boots, thin legs like bark of the black trees that sleep until the spring.
Water trickles down a pile of rocks off on the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 8:40pm
9th Jan 2012 8:40pm
"f**k You"
Hey you.
Yeah you.
That little girl
who pretends
to be a mature adult
with knowing eyes and safe fingers.
We all know what you really are,
a using,
drug abusing whore.
Stop looking at me with those dark eyes
that seem to glimmer
with devious intentions to hurt,
scalp,
rip.
Didn't you already know
that you're stupid
dumb
useless
worthless?
Stop pretending to
be something that you're fucking not.
All you ever do is hurt people,
hurt them bad.
You're best friends for christ sake.
People that...
Yeah you.
That little girl
who pretends
to be a mature adult
with knowing eyes and safe fingers.
We all know what you really are,
a using,
drug abusing whore.
Stop looking at me with those dark eyes
that seem to glimmer
with devious intentions to hurt,
scalp,
rip.
Didn't you already know
that you're stupid
dumb
useless
worthless?
Stop pretending to
be something that you're fucking not.
All you ever do is hurt people,
hurt them bad.
You're best friends for christ sake.
People that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 11:23pm
8th Jan 2012 11:23pm
"Summed Up"
I hate you. (I'm)
But. (So)
I hate me more. (Selfish)
But. (So)
I hate me more. (Selfish)
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 8:49pm
8th Jan 2012 8:49pm
"The Unloving Girl Is Ranting - Part Eight"
You never meant to hurt me, ever.
I loved you and I know you loved me.
You never gave up, of course.
I didn't know what love was, still don't.
The lunchbell rings and I tend to always look in that corner you sat, the fact I see you happy makes me content.
You made your bed now lay in it.
You see my face and you see a traitor, a heart breaker, a user and addictive girl who won't ever love because she doesn't know how to.
It's okay.
You are allowed to have an opinion.
You look at my trembling eyes and see glossy remnants of something that didn't...
I loved you and I know you loved me.
You never gave up, of course.
I didn't know what love was, still don't.
The lunchbell rings and I tend to always look in that corner you sat, the fact I see you happy makes me content.
You made your bed now lay in it.
You see my face and you see a traitor, a heart breaker, a user and addictive girl who won't ever love because she doesn't know how to.
It's okay.
You are allowed to have an opinion.
You look at my trembling eyes and see glossy remnants of something that didn't...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 1:50am
7th Jan 2012 1:50am
"Dirty Dishes"
It's like being stuck to a piece of stale paper,
a big surprise of flesh and meat dripping soggy in texture.
Hot hands of closed spaces around your bare waist and
it's like getting caught in the hot tub.
I want you red like copper and sweet like honey,
dripping in small amounts down my throat of raw intention.
You're lethal in large doses,
I've tasted it before.
A billion fires lit in my stomach that night,
ones that reached into the sadistic smile I so gripped.
Your ribs are showing above the skin like candy I can lick.
The way your hips grind...
a big surprise of flesh and meat dripping soggy in texture.
Hot hands of closed spaces around your bare waist and
it's like getting caught in the hot tub.
I want you red like copper and sweet like honey,
dripping in small amounts down my throat of raw intention.
You're lethal in large doses,
I've tasted it before.
A billion fires lit in my stomach that night,
ones that reached into the sadistic smile I so gripped.
Your ribs are showing above the skin like candy I can lick.
The way your hips grind...
866 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2012 5:41pm
1st Jan 2012 5:41pm
"Music Box"
Jerk to a halt,
the seatbelt choking the heart.
Morning beams in her hair,
the soft curls that they are.
Laughter bubbling and billowing out,
did I ever tell you how beautiful you were?
The curves and marks of your body,
more perfect than the lines I carve onto my own.
Red and blue lights catch up to us,
warning us not to go any further than this.
We have to stop at the red light,
we can't do this.
It's expected and that's why we mustn't.
Sitting up one night on a bed of steel,
scarlett plummeting down my leg from words...
the seatbelt choking the heart.
Morning beams in her hair,
the soft curls that they are.
Laughter bubbling and billowing out,
did I ever tell you how beautiful you were?
The curves and marks of your body,
more perfect than the lines I carve onto my own.
Red and blue lights catch up to us,
warning us not to go any further than this.
We have to stop at the red light,
we can't do this.
It's expected and that's why we mustn't.
Sitting up one night on a bed of steel,
scarlett plummeting down my leg from words...
665 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jan 2012 5:32pm
1st Jan 2012 5:32pm
"The Stumbling Girl Is Ranting - Part Seven"
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2011 11:01pm
28th Dec 2011 11:01pm
"Time Bomb"
Your face is a book.
My mind your binding.
Your mouth sours.
My heart your poison.
Your lungs break down.
My breath your ash.
It's like I don't exist.
In a wasteland like this.
Am I even a little missed?
The low hum of the radio burns.
Like a mass of something churned.
The night we didn't talk.
I debated on taking that walk.
Light headed.
Weak stomach.
Heavy eyes.
Strong fear.
You built me up too much.
Now I'm falling way too fast.
Dangerously self loathing, feeling sorry for myself.
You're a...
My mind your binding.
Your mouth sours.
My heart your poison.
Your lungs break down.
My breath your ash.
It's like I don't exist.
In a wasteland like this.
Am I even a little missed?
The low hum of the radio burns.
Like a mass of something churned.
The night we didn't talk.
I debated on taking that walk.
Light headed.
Weak stomach.
Heavy eyes.
Strong fear.
You built me up too much.
Now I'm falling way too fast.
Dangerously self loathing, feeling sorry for myself.
You're a...
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