Submissions by WordsUnspoken (lucifersteeth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of these poems were written in/post-high school, so naturally if I tried to edit them today, 90% would end up deleted. So I'm just going to leave them here. Also I still post sometimes, so hello. ♥️
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 7:21pm
26th Apr 2014 7:21pm
Needles & Your Hands Need to Stay in Their Pockets (No Means No)
I am screaming
on the inside
like your eyes were
needles where they
roamed across my body
and I cannot fucking
express how much
I want you to be
blind and how much
I need you to stop
stop
s-s-st-st-o-stop
making me
nauseous and
green
I am so green
I need you to
l e a v e m e a l o n e
because my stomach
is shrivelling and my
tongue is so dry and
I want to cut out your fucking eyes
I am begging
you to keep
your hands
to yourself.
on the inside
like your eyes were
needles where they
roamed across my body
and I cannot fucking
express how much
I want you to be
blind and how much
I need you to stop
stop
s-s-st-st-o-stop
making me
nauseous and
green
I am so green
I need you to
l e a v e m e a l o n e
because my stomach
is shrivelling and my
tongue is so dry and
I want to cut out your fucking eyes
I am begging
you to keep
your hands
to yourself.
565 reads
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 00:03am
26th Apr 2014 00:03am
Test Tost Er Groan.
I'm s o sorry to say
I feel ir rati o nal ly
u ns afe
ar ound y ou and I
lock my
be dr oo m door
at night.
I'm so sor ry to say
I sh-s h-sh-sha-sha-shake
w h en I feel your
ey es wh ere I
do n 't wa nt th em.
I feel ir rati o nal ly
u ns afe
ar ound y ou and I
lock my
be dr oo m door
at night.
I'm so sor ry to say
I sh-s h-sh-sha-sha-shake
w h en I feel your
ey es wh ere I
do n 't wa nt th em.
631 reads
DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 3:57am
21st Apr 2014 3:57am
Happy Easter - (Ishtar)
caricature religion
debase me like a dog
kneel to beg
forgiveness for
what I am.
debase me like a dog
kneel to beg
forgiveness for
what I am.
646 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 10:15pm
19th Apr 2014 10:15pm
The Light at the End of the Tunnel is a Train and You're Gonna Get Squished.
You
strung
along
words
like
your
tongue
understood
what
I wanted
to
hear.
strung
along
words
like
your
tongue
understood
what
I wanted
to
hear.
764 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 4:22am
19th Apr 2014 4:22am
O, Loathe
Pathetic
Empty
stomachs &
empty
veins
Drowning in
what isn't
there
Empty
stomachs &
empty
veins
Drowning in
what isn't
there
589 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2014 9:17pm
16th Apr 2014 9:17pm
Reincarnation Doesn't Need Punctuation, Thank You Very Much
the lives between
us resound like music
soft but angry
and invisible
and inevitable
we are a thousand years old
in a hundred different
bodies
incarnate stardust
brushed against the other
in a kaleidoscope
of the universe
we are the sun
and the symphonies
blistering beauty
shadows and the sigh of
bruises as we die
again and
again and
again
but we are our lives
between us
instantaneous
existence
like the planets
were marbles to chance
that roll aimlessly
and we are ...
us resound like music
soft but angry
and invisible
and inevitable
we are a thousand years old
in a hundred different
bodies
incarnate stardust
brushed against the other
in a kaleidoscope
of the universe
we are the sun
and the symphonies
blistering beauty
shadows and the sigh of
bruises as we die
again and
again and
again
but we are our lives
between us
instantaneous
existence
like the planets
were marbles to chance
that roll aimlessly
and we are ...
598 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 4:09am
3rd Mar 2014 4:09am
The Surrender
He said to me:
I light the filter end
of my cigarette
At least once a week,
I cry at movies
That don't warrant crying to,
I drop dishes.
I light the filter end
of my cigarette
At least once a week,
I cry at movies
That don't warrant crying to,
I drop dishes.
651 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 00:09am
2nd Mar 2014 00:09am
Preechit.
"Art is not supposed to be pretty.
It is supposed to provoke."
Sexualize the children
drop the bombs of
waist-line
sweeten our social satire
like we were beautiful
instead of pathetic
because
we are enmity and
we are the stale breath
of anorexia
and obesity.
Sometimes, it's not art.
It's just ugly.
It is supposed to provoke."
Sexualize the children
drop the bombs of
waist-line
sweeten our social satire
like we were beautiful
instead of pathetic
because
we are enmity and
we are the stale breath
of anorexia
and obesity.
Sometimes, it's not art.
It's just ugly.
778 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 2:27am
28th Feb 2014 2:27am
Hypo-pigmentation
My arms bare
an alien
language
entirely in
their angry
lines
that range in
bruises
and reds
and whites.
There are
transparents
that I wish I
was
ignorant
enough to
wish would
fade.
an alien
language
entirely in
their angry
lines
that range in
bruises
and reds
and whites.
There are
transparents
that I wish I
was
ignorant
enough to
wish would
fade.
648 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 12:15pm
26th Feb 2014 12:15pm
The Cold
I think we are the
snow;
a temporary beauty
that is too fragile
to be so
profound.
snow;
a temporary beauty
that is too fragile
to be so
profound.
585 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 6:12am
25th Feb 2014 6:12am
Twenty Questions and An Ode to Velvet
Empty hands tore me
slowly
I found my
ribs bend to hold
all the weight of you
All the lead that is
my soul
or
really
all the iron that is
us both
A melding mass that
concludes and
confines the spaces
between my gilded
cage
You enveloped me
Soffocating and slow
a prolonged conclusion that
easily summed means
that
your empty hands
and my collapsing
consciousness
equal
or
rather
do not equal
And we should not
be so
Empty
together
slowly
I found my
ribs bend to hold
all the weight of you
All the lead that is
my soul
or
really
all the iron that is
us both
A melding mass that
concludes and
confines the spaces
between my gilded
cage
You enveloped me
Soffocating and slow
a prolonged conclusion that
easily summed means
that
your empty hands
and my collapsing
consciousness
equal
or
rather
do not equal
And we should not
be so
Empty
together
617 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 11:20pm
24th Feb 2014 11:20pm
Like Trees
Oh, ancient eyes -
unsettle me,
still;
and give me my
centuries of height.
I want you
as
the dust amid my
brow;
I want you
as the dust of
my parting lip.
Oh, ancient ear -
hear my mourning
moan as you
unfold
our light;
hear the religious
sighs you
induce.
And -
oh.
I do see
your timeless hand;
awake across
the planes of my
skin, and
searching my
dishonest render.
Still -
your immortal
taste;
that mouth like
the Fountain:
Deliver me from
Time?...
unsettle me,
still;
and give me my
centuries of height.
I want you
as
the dust amid my
brow;
I want you
as the dust of
my parting lip.
Oh, ancient ear -
hear my mourning
moan as you
unfold
our light;
hear the religious
sighs you
induce.
And -
oh.
I do see
your timeless hand;
awake across
the planes of my
skin, and
searching my
dishonest render.
Still -
your immortal
taste;
that mouth like
the Fountain:
Deliver me from
Time?...
629 reads
4 Comments
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