Submissions by _saa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2015 8:52pm
2nd Apr 2015 8:52pm
Day 2
to the man who cat called me on the way to my car
as you yelled out “damn girl, how you doing” the hair on the back of my neck stood up and my skin crawled. wondering why I had to be the subject of your demeaning objectifications
no sir I am more than that
I am more than a whistle
More than a damn girl
I am woman with fire in my soul and I demand the respect I deserve
as you yelled out “damn girl, how you doing” the hair on the back of my neck stood up and my skin crawled. wondering why I had to be the subject of your demeaning objectifications
no sir I am more than that
I am more than a whistle
More than a damn girl
I am woman with fire in my soul and I demand the respect I deserve
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2015 8:51pm
2nd Apr 2015 8:51pm
Day 1
Constancy
With venom in my wrists
A constant burning of my broken past
My skin doesn't feel like my own and though I itch to cut it, I refrain
I become content with the sizzling pain
Understanding that finding comfort in the discomfort allows me to grow
Slowly I am healing
Slowly I am finding myself
Slowly
And that is okay
With venom in my wrists
A constant burning of my broken past
My skin doesn't feel like my own and though I itch to cut it, I refrain
I become content with the sizzling pain
Understanding that finding comfort in the discomfort allows me to grow
Slowly I am healing
Slowly I am finding myself
Slowly
And that is okay
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2015 11:59pm
16th Feb 2015 11:59pm
abyss
as I fell into your arms, I gripped your back and my legs clenched around your waist
I felt you slowly sink into me, your weight pressed on my body, our breath labored, I moaned out in pure ecstasy
as we laid next to each other, drops of regret falling from our bodies, I found myself--there
so desperate to feel anything other than my lingering numbness, more than my personal detachment from anything that could hurt me, so tired of feeling nothing I shared with you something I normally wouldn't
allowed you to see a side of me that most don't, wanted to feeling something,...
I felt you slowly sink into me, your weight pressed on my body, our breath labored, I moaned out in pure ecstasy
as we laid next to each other, drops of regret falling from our bodies, I found myself--there
so desperate to feel anything other than my lingering numbness, more than my personal detachment from anything that could hurt me, so tired of feeling nothing I shared with you something I normally wouldn't
allowed you to see a side of me that most don't, wanted to feeling something,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2015 7:24am
10th Jan 2015 7:24am
six in the morning
We always write about 3 or 4 AM because it's so damn "poetic"
But I'd rather write about 6 AM
the truth sounds a lot more appealing
When the sun is peeking through the blinds of my room
The room just a little too small for all of my thoughts
And worries
And fears
My silhouette, stark--the sun kisses my skin
Gently reminding me that I have been given another day
A second chance
The heartbreak from last night doesn't sting so bad
And my loneliness is expelled as the room is filled with the echo of the birds chirping outside
See at 6 AM ...
But I'd rather write about 6 AM
the truth sounds a lot more appealing
When the sun is peeking through the blinds of my room
The room just a little too small for all of my thoughts
And worries
And fears
My silhouette, stark--the sun kisses my skin
Gently reminding me that I have been given another day
A second chance
The heartbreak from last night doesn't sting so bad
And my loneliness is expelled as the room is filled with the echo of the birds chirping outside
See at 6 AM ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 6:49am
30th Nov 2014 6:49am
nine mistakes I made in 3 weeks.
1. I let you back in.
2. I leaned on you when you were in need
Lemme repeat that
I leaned on you.
When you.
Were the one in need.
3. I became weak to your cravings, your want for something different
3. I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me
3. I allowed myself to be the object of your affection
3. I allowed myself to become everything I vowed to myself I would never be
3. I allowed myself to be needed only when you needed me
3. I became your sometimes, your kind of, I was your maybe
3. I became your late night phone...
2. I leaned on you when you were in need
Lemme repeat that
I leaned on you.
When you.
Were the one in need.
3. I became weak to your cravings, your want for something different
3. I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me
3. I allowed myself to be the object of your affection
3. I allowed myself to become everything I vowed to myself I would never be
3. I allowed myself to be needed only when you needed me
3. I became your sometimes, your kind of, I was your maybe
3. I became your late night phone...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 7:28am
14th Oct 2014 7:28am
I Am My Parents
I have my mothers ears and her trust issues and
I have my dads nose and his lack of consistency
So I apologize that my thoughts are scrambled and my feelings are mixed
& I apologize that I let those skeletons in my closet collaborate with those of my parents and allowed the cold rattling of their bones to be a sign
& most importantly I'm sorry that I'm confused and that I can never say that I want you with the certainty you desire
I have my dads nose and his lack of consistency
So I apologize that my thoughts are scrambled and my feelings are mixed
& I apologize that I let those skeletons in my closet collaborate with those of my parents and allowed the cold rattling of their bones to be a sign
& most importantly I'm sorry that I'm confused and that I can never say that I want you with the certainty you desire
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 6:32am
7th Oct 2014 6:32am
I'm sorry that I'm sorry
I was eight when my dad walked out
and my mom fell to the floor in tears.
I laid next to her and muttered a simple word.
She lifted her head, her eyes brightened
and a smile overcame her face
and though she reassured me that it wasn't my fault
I was sure it was since my words brought her comfort.
Ever since then I have been
repeating that word like a
broken record that was just never replaced
and though I understand I'm wearing out my "I'm sorry's"
like my dignity is on sale and my pride is on clearance,
I just hope you know...
and my mom fell to the floor in tears.
I laid next to her and muttered a simple word.
She lifted her head, her eyes brightened
and a smile overcame her face
and though she reassured me that it wasn't my fault
I was sure it was since my words brought her comfort.
Ever since then I have been
repeating that word like a
broken record that was just never replaced
and though I understand I'm wearing out my "I'm sorry's"
like my dignity is on sale and my pride is on clearance,
I just hope you know...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2014 00:55am
29th Sep 2014 00:55am
fade to black
I dont think I was ever supposed to feel this alone
Trapped inside my mind with these evil thoughts
I try break free but instead they just break me
Constantly trying to save myself from these murky waters
but I continue to swim futher
So exhausted from saving everyone else, I can't save myself...
Trapped inside my mind with these evil thoughts
I try break free but instead they just break me
Constantly trying to save myself from these murky waters
but I continue to swim futher
So exhausted from saving everyone else, I can't save myself...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Sep 2014 00:56am
20th Sep 2014 00:56am
Paradox
I love being alone
but
I also can't wait to wake up every morning with
one more thing to look
forward to
And
though I like my
peace
I wouldn't mind being
disturbed in my sleep by
soft kisses on my
shoulder
While I want to be my
own person
I cant wait to come
home and embrace
someone like they've just
returned from war
to taste the wait on their lips
feel the need in their words
I know that being...
but
I also can't wait to wake up every morning with
one more thing to look
forward to
And
though I like my
peace
I wouldn't mind being
disturbed in my sleep by
soft kisses on my
shoulder
While I want to be my
own person
I cant wait to come
home and embrace
someone like they've just
returned from war
to taste the wait on their lips
feel the need in their words
I know that being...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2014 00:37am
28th Jun 2014 00:37am
you left my bed at 5 AM and never returned...
Cold
you, always bearing the same indifferent attitude, I inquire your true emotions, you play this cool and calm role but deep down your feelings are more intense than a forest fire in mid-July.
Coward
you, always hiding from the first hint of real emotion, scared to show your true feelings, guarding your heart behind a 10 foot stone wall of all the lies you've ever been told because of what?
Fear
you, always fearing the possibility of hurt, never allow yourself to feel anything that could possibly be real, you go from girl to girl, bed to bed, you avoid catching...
you, always bearing the same indifferent attitude, I inquire your true emotions, you play this cool and calm role but deep down your feelings are more intense than a forest fire in mid-July.
Coward
you, always hiding from the first hint of real emotion, scared to show your true feelings, guarding your heart behind a 10 foot stone wall of all the lies you've ever been told because of what?
Fear
you, always fearing the possibility of hurt, never allow yourself to feel anything that could possibly be real, you go from girl to girl, bed to bed, you avoid catching...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 00:32am
12th Jun 2014 00:32am
Lustful
the taste of the words of your poetry on my tongue--dissolve into my bloodstream
course through my veins-
and flow into my heart
fill me with pleasure-an ecstasy like no other-satisfy my cravings...
give me what my soul yearns for
touch me with your words
and let us sin through written exchanges of fiery desire.
course through my veins-
and flow into my heart
fill me with pleasure-an ecstasy like no other-satisfy my cravings...
give me what my soul yearns for
touch me with your words
and let us sin through written exchanges of fiery desire.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 2:37am
11th Jun 2014 2:37am
can you?
can you blame me for wishing
that i am your thought on nights when you cant sleep
that when your mind wanders to those dark places
that i am the light amidst the darkness--your moon--your star
and can you blame me for hoping that when your eyes get heavy
and you feel yourself giving into the calm of sleep
that i am the image behind your eyelids...the last thing you see
and can you blame me for wanting to be included in your prayers before you finally drift off
for that is the sign of true affection...when you love someone so much that you tell God about them....
that i am your thought on nights when you cant sleep
that when your mind wanders to those dark places
that i am the light amidst the darkness--your moon--your star
and can you blame me for hoping that when your eyes get heavy
and you feel yourself giving into the calm of sleep
that i am the image behind your eyelids...the last thing you see
and can you blame me for wanting to be included in your prayers before you finally drift off
for that is the sign of true affection...when you love someone so much that you tell God about them....
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