Submissions by WikipediaJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I am just carbon, and bad timing."
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 2:40am
7th Jun 2014 2:40am
Amphetamine Psychosis
Sleep deprivation
Watching the hair on my arm as it
Transforms, dancing down to my hand.
I think I’m losing it, these shadows
Don’t feel like my friends
They seem more like demons
Sent to torture what’s been damned,
To devour what’s already dead
To claim the souls of those who've
Given up just as they did.
Help me.
My eyes are heavy, tired and red—
The voices are calling me again,
Please tell me it’s all in my head.
Listening for shoes on the hardwood floor
Hearing footsteps, please tell me
I’m having another bad...
Watching the hair on my arm as it
Transforms, dancing down to my hand.
I think I’m losing it, these shadows
Don’t feel like my friends
They seem more like demons
Sent to torture what’s been damned,
To devour what’s already dead
To claim the souls of those who've
Given up just as they did.
Help me.
My eyes are heavy, tired and red—
The voices are calling me again,
Please tell me it’s all in my head.
Listening for shoes on the hardwood floor
Hearing footsteps, please tell me
I’m having another bad...
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 6:33pm
6th Jun 2014 6:33pm
Antique Scotch Tape
Ending with bits of drywall in the carpeting
And new holes for my bedroom wall to display
Divulging where my self-control was lacking
Showcased deliberately, revealing my insecurities
But I don’t remember that frame shattering
And I can’t recall what photo had been hanging.
Now my anger’s so heavy, it’s a struggle to breathe
But when distracted by causing destruction,
My lungs are able to get some relief until
I’m once again jaded and bitter, I’m choleric;
The hottest of tempers but the fever is not
The reason I’m heated this...
And new holes for my bedroom wall to display
Divulging where my self-control was lacking
Showcased deliberately, revealing my insecurities
But I don’t remember that frame shattering
And I can’t recall what photo had been hanging.
Now my anger’s so heavy, it’s a struggle to breathe
But when distracted by causing destruction,
My lungs are able to get some relief until
I’m once again jaded and bitter, I’m choleric;
The hottest of tempers but the fever is not
The reason I’m heated this...
789 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 8:51am
4th Jun 2014 8:51am
[ Message Erased ]
January 5th:
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I checked your Facebook a million times but you haven’t posted anything in nearly a week. I wonder if that’s because you’re busy falling in love with someone new, the thought makes me nauseous. I think I need to block you. [Message Erased]
January 6th:
I met someone today, she’s pretty incredible. She makes me laugh like you used to but when she kissed me, it made me sad. She didn't feel the same on my lips, I couldn't stop wishing it were you I’d kissed. I’m starting to worry I won’t ever be happy again....
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I checked your Facebook a million times but you haven’t posted anything in nearly a week. I wonder if that’s because you’re busy falling in love with someone new, the thought makes me nauseous. I think I need to block you. [Message Erased]
January 6th:
I met someone today, she’s pretty incredible. She makes me laugh like you used to but when she kissed me, it made me sad. She didn't feel the same on my lips, I couldn't stop wishing it were you I’d kissed. I’m starting to worry I won’t ever be happy again....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 11:50pm
3rd May 2014 11:50pm
A Deadly Daydream
Maybe overdosing wouldn't be so bad?
What if death wasn't the worst thing
That could happen to one of us?
What if there are demons under my bed
That scare me more than an
Absolute end, and hey—
What if it wasn’t the end?
What if death was simply the beginning
The start of something, better?
A chance to end one failure and
Wake up as someone else,
Someone able to stay sober,
The kind of person they’d be
Proud of.
Maybe instead of an end to forever
Death is an opportunity or an open door
And all I have to do is walk...
What if death wasn't the worst thing
That could happen to one of us?
What if there are demons under my bed
That scare me more than an
Absolute end, and hey—
What if it wasn’t the end?
What if death was simply the beginning
The start of something, better?
A chance to end one failure and
Wake up as someone else,
Someone able to stay sober,
The kind of person they’d be
Proud of.
Maybe instead of an end to forever
Death is an opportunity or an open door
And all I have to do is walk...
962 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2014 1:05pm
1st May 2014 1:05pm
Candy Flowers
I like the way her body feels when she’s dreaming next to me, the way her hair falls in her face as she slides a bit closer and grabs my hand in her sleep. She just feels, right. She feels as your favorite sweater would, she fits into me in the best way possible. I can’t explain the perfect way our bodies intertwine, it’s just as if we’re puzzle pieces that finally found their missing side. I know there’s something here between us, it’s not just the contour of her perfect body and the way it melts into me, I know because it’s the middle of the night and she’s got me staying up late, writing...
816 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 11:11am
21st Apr 2014 11:11am
Sleeping Beauty
It’s in these moments that my heart
Swells with an un-measurable amount of love
For you, undying and infinitely long lasting.
While you’re lying here in my arms
Half asleep and half dreaming,
I kiss your soft skin and I’m overwhelmed by how
Completely in love with you I am.
It’s unreal.
You’re perfect and every morning
I can’t help but notice.
You’re so unbelievably beautiful,
Especially when you’re sound asleep and
Curled up right next to me, I wonder what
Your peaceful dreams consist of?
Who do you dream about and why?
Do your...
Swells with an un-measurable amount of love
For you, undying and infinitely long lasting.
While you’re lying here in my arms
Half asleep and half dreaming,
I kiss your soft skin and I’m overwhelmed by how
Completely in love with you I am.
It’s unreal.
You’re perfect and every morning
I can’t help but notice.
You’re so unbelievably beautiful,
Especially when you’re sound asleep and
Curled up right next to me, I wonder what
Your peaceful dreams consist of?
Who do you dream about and why?
Do your...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:41pm
6th Feb 2014 9:41pm
Succubus
When you say you love me, I can hear you
Hissing between your clenched teeth
How do people like you always find
People like, me?
The broken just want to be loved and
The predators feel only hungry
Your sustenance comes from listening as
Once again, I cry myself to sleep —
My pain satisfies your hunger and quiets
The sound of your stomach’s growling
Now your kisses all taste just like fallacies,
Your lips barely touch, just close enough
To secure my heart strings,
You tug so hard so often, I’m surprised
They’re...
Hissing between your clenched teeth
How do people like you always find
People like, me?
The broken just want to be loved and
The predators feel only hungry
Your sustenance comes from listening as
Once again, I cry myself to sleep —
My pain satisfies your hunger and quiets
The sound of your stomach’s growling
Now your kisses all taste just like fallacies,
Your lips barely touch, just close enough
To secure my heart strings,
You tug so hard so often, I’m surprised
They’re...
840 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2014 5:08pm
30th Jan 2014 5:08pm
The Bird's Nest
After reading the words you wrote in the middle of the night when sleep clearly wasn't possible, when your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of us and the fireworks we feel each time our hands touch.. I can tell from your carefully worded sentences, that you know me. You know me better than I ever gave you credit for and my heart is still smiling. You've now said it twice, “Brittanie, I’m falling in love with you.”
I hang on every single word you say, I’m stuck existing in the pauses you take between thoughts, I hold my breath each time you pause to catch yours. I’m good with my...
I hang on every single word you say, I’m stuck existing in the pauses you take between thoughts, I hold my breath each time you pause to catch yours. I’m good with my...
875 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 3:53am
20th Dec 2013 3:53am
Curiosity Killed The --
Fuck cats, fuck drugs, fuck not having enough drugs, fuck spending money on drugs, fuck being a drug addict, fuck loving drugs and them not loving you back. Fuck girls, fuck girls who fuck over girls who fuck girls, did that make sense? Fuck making sense. Fuck you, fuck this and fuck everything we thought we had. I think we really are running out of blood, fuck Atlantis and all your pathetic hotel prayers.
Fuck old friends, the ones you should’ve never let back in because they only let you down again. Fuck more failed moving plans. Fuck everything, especially boxes with tiny little...
Fuck old friends, the ones you should’ve never let back in because they only let you down again. Fuck more failed moving plans. Fuck everything, especially boxes with tiny little...
895 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 3:45am
20th Dec 2013 3:45am
Is This Forever?
Is this really going to be my life, forever? I don’t think I can handle much more, I’m not sure how much longer I can pick the syringe caps up off of the floor. It’s nerve wracking to have your entire life be kept a secret and I’m terrible at remembering all the stories I tell to keep it buried, slipping up constantly with frequent inconsistencies. It’s no wonder none of my friends can ever believe a word that I say, they already know that I’m lying and who wants to be friends with someone who’s untrustworthy?
Am I always going to cry over link in the carpet, bursting into tears...
Am I always going to cry over link in the carpet, bursting into tears...
1126 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 5:33am
16th Dec 2013 5:33am
Calendars
I think it’s time to buy a new calendar
One that doesn’t forget what day of
The week it is,
One with pages that turn a little slower
A calendar to pull me back, to
Keep my life on track
Being sure I don’t forget my birthday
Or when to buy Christmas presents.
I want a calendar that won’t cross off
All my days quite so fast,
Who knows how many I’ve got left.
Don’t want to spend them tripping
Over forgotten Saturdays or trapped
In an everlasting Monday morning.
Just give me some warning —
Tell me when Spring is coming,...
One that doesn’t forget what day of
The week it is,
One with pages that turn a little slower
A calendar to pull me back, to
Keep my life on track
Being sure I don’t forget my birthday
Or when to buy Christmas presents.
I want a calendar that won’t cross off
All my days quite so fast,
Who knows how many I’ve got left.
Don’t want to spend them tripping
Over forgotten Saturdays or trapped
In an everlasting Monday morning.
Just give me some warning —
Tell me when Spring is coming,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2013 1:14pm
15th Dec 2013 1:14pm
Loud Speaker Story Telling
It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, I feel like it’s always either 6:00 am or 6:00 pm and I haven’t slept or I’m just waking up. I spent the last 5 1/2 days sober and hiding from the entire world, only to emerge and remember that I hate everyone. Seriously. I especially hate social networking, I hate drug blogs and blogging, I hate the meth tag on tumblr and I’m so tired of seeing pictures of bruised fucking arms in my dashboard. Hey kids, those aren’t track marks— those are bruises and don’t worry, they’ll be gone soon enough. Bruises are temporary reminders of a brief lapse in judgment, a...
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