Submissions by Zarbznguni
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Jan 2016 1:47pm
1st Jan 2016 1:47pm
You are not forgotten
You are not forgotten.
Your name is woven into her subconscious
By the threads of the convoluted memories of
The first laugh you shared
The first kissed you shared
The first fight you started
The first time she cut
Your name is woven into her subconscious
By the threads of the convoluted memories of
The first laugh you shared
The first kissed you shared
The first fight you started
The first time she cut
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2015 5:36am
4th Nov 2015 5:36am
Lines, borders, boundaries, barriers, walls,
Lines, borders, boundaries, barriers, walls,
They kept him on the edge of her bed
They kept her from breathing too heavily
They kept him from touching her
They kept her from telling him she loves him
They kept them from living
Walls, barriers, boundaries, borders…and lines.
They kept him on the edge of her bed
They kept her from breathing too heavily
They kept him from touching her
They kept her from telling him she loves him
They kept them from living
Walls, barriers, boundaries, borders…and lines.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Oct 2015 8:54pm
3rd Oct 2015 8:54pm
Beautiful Storm
She sits rocking in a corner clasping her knees against her chest. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she keeps mumbling something under her breath.
“Just look at me!’’ he shouts above the storm that’s raging around them. “You need to look at me so this will stop!”
Still nothing. The wind is getting worse. Funny how this was the one thing that attracted him to her. The very tornado that was attempting to rip him limb from limb used to be like a warm summer’s breeze that sung a lullaby, rocking to sleep the restless corners of his heart.
“Don’t love me, I’m a storm. The very parts...
“Just look at me!’’ he shouts above the storm that’s raging around them. “You need to look at me so this will stop!”
Still nothing. The wind is getting worse. Funny how this was the one thing that attracted him to her. The very tornado that was attempting to rip him limb from limb used to be like a warm summer’s breeze that sung a lullaby, rocking to sleep the restless corners of his heart.
“Don’t love me, I’m a storm. The very parts...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Sep 2015 11:57pm
26th Sep 2015 11:57pm
When I danced with my Lover
He stands in the middle of the room and softly calls my name. I look up from my lap filled with pain, regret, and shame and stare at this kind face in blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt.
“May I have this dance?”
I’m not even dressed for the occasion.
“Neither am I.” he says answering my thought.
He stretches out his hand and patiently waits for me to place my hand in it. I hesitantly stand up and fiddle with my oversized sweater and my face in attempt to fix myself up a little. My face is wrinkled from all the nights I have spent worrying about my past, my present, and my...
“May I have this dance?”
I’m not even dressed for the occasion.
“Neither am I.” he says answering my thought.
He stretches out his hand and patiently waits for me to place my hand in it. I hesitantly stand up and fiddle with my oversized sweater and my face in attempt to fix myself up a little. My face is wrinkled from all the nights I have spent worrying about my past, my present, and my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 1:07pm
26th Sep 2015 1:07pm
Love Returned
He sits across me in a foetal position.
He doesn’t look up, no matter how many times I try and call out to him. My words seem to bounce off the cocoon he’s formed around himself.
I need to find another way of reaching out to him.
“God made you a beautiful garden”, my grandmother once said to me, “don’t ever be afraid to give a flower away once in a while”.
I’m down to my last one. It’s a beautiful yellow rose.I’ve always picked one in hope that one would grow in its place, but this hasn’t been the case. It’s my last one, but he needs it. I wince as I pick...
He doesn’t look up, no matter how many times I try and call out to him. My words seem to bounce off the cocoon he’s formed around himself.
I need to find another way of reaching out to him.
“God made you a beautiful garden”, my grandmother once said to me, “don’t ever be afraid to give a flower away once in a while”.
I’m down to my last one. It’s a beautiful yellow rose.I’ve always picked one in hope that one would grow in its place, but this hasn’t been the case. It’s my last one, but he needs it. I wince as I pick...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 12:27pm
26th Sep 2015 12:27pm
Soulties
I loved you.
With every moment and kiss shared the fibres of my being tangled with yours…forming a bond stronger than anything in the world.
Your kisses left me drunk; too drunk to make out the quicksand-lies that every thrust launched me deeper into.
I lived for the moments that you would look at me with eyes burning with lust that I had mistaken for love.
I had hoped that my nail marks and heated kisses were enough to brand you as mine but I guess I was wrong.
You were never mine to begin with...yet I was all yours.
When you left, you left behind your...
With every moment and kiss shared the fibres of my being tangled with yours…forming a bond stronger than anything in the world.
Your kisses left me drunk; too drunk to make out the quicksand-lies that every thrust launched me deeper into.
I lived for the moments that you would look at me with eyes burning with lust that I had mistaken for love.
I had hoped that my nail marks and heated kisses were enough to brand you as mine but I guess I was wrong.
You were never mine to begin with...yet I was all yours.
When you left, you left behind your...
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