Submissions by Yable
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I Write when I feel the need, I use poetry as an escape from my emotions, poetry helps keep my overwhelming emotions from controlling me, I am what I write.
Broken Lovers
Their dark auras wrapped
in the lovers embrace,
swirling among Nights' darkest shadows.
Vibrating emotions Ricocheting inside of thick craniums
micro fractures hidden behind
wet pained eyes,
the look of shock on their faces
Waiting for the next unfair personal jab.
they are broken lovers.
with hidden emotions
both unwilling to listen.
afraid that the other may discover a secret never told,
feeling lost, guessing what the other thinks,
how many times do they play this game?
As many as it takes.
in the lovers embrace,
swirling among Nights' darkest shadows.
Vibrating emotions Ricocheting inside of thick craniums
micro fractures hidden behind
wet pained eyes,
the look of shock on their faces
Waiting for the next unfair personal jab.
they are broken lovers.
with hidden emotions
both unwilling to listen.
afraid that the other may discover a secret never told,
feeling lost, guessing what the other thinks,
how many times do they play this game?
As many as it takes.
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My Sorrow
my madness rises from the gloom
seeking the imperfections in my marrow.
shadows from yester nights, gone long ago,
dances around my miseries dressed in indigo.
among these shadows, I've seen a man,
seeming old and gray at first glance.
with wonder I gazed in his cobalt eyes,
a flight of familiar scene I realized.
there was others with familiar grins,
all from way back then.
they all greeted me without a word.
misery loosening its grasping hold.
darkness disperses with the mornings cold.
now I ponder all these things,
I...
seeking the imperfections in my marrow.
shadows from yester nights, gone long ago,
dances around my miseries dressed in indigo.
among these shadows, I've seen a man,
seeming old and gray at first glance.
with wonder I gazed in his cobalt eyes,
a flight of familiar scene I realized.
there was others with familiar grins,
all from way back then.
they all greeted me without a word.
misery loosening its grasping hold.
darkness disperses with the mornings cold.
now I ponder all these things,
I...
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Why must i be hurt?
We have done this dance before, you the feline me the mouse. I keep hoping that we can be together. You keep telling me that we can, but when I get close I feel threatened. My mind is on verge of falling of that great gap which leads to insanity. My body yearns to be close to yours. But my heart is riddled with the scars of your striking lies. You bate me with your cheeses and even mend the wounds of you past attacks. I know we could make it work, if only you could see that what I am offering is more then a feast. I am but a mouse that trusted, why must I be hurt?
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