Submissions by anna_grin (ANNAN)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2016 8:24pm
18th Jul 2016 8:24pm
tired
he's going out again
without me
with his friends
and whoever it is he is cheating on me with
he is a beaming smile in the sunshine
he has taken off his weights
now he doesn't have
to love me
it is all on me
at the door
he gives me a sweet kiss
like a child to a mother
before he runs to play.
and i am so tired
without me
with his friends
and whoever it is he is cheating on me with
he is a beaming smile in the sunshine
he has taken off his weights
now he doesn't have
to love me
it is all on me
at the door
he gives me a sweet kiss
like a child to a mother
before he runs to play.
and i am so tired
797 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 4:28pm
17th Jul 2016 4:28pm
plug you motherplugger
leave your soul in the lobby,
little fish in a shark tank
(lone wolf on the overpass)
leave your coat on the floor
walk with me kid
walk away now
come back
stand there
and listen
i have a forty million dollar watch
i'm moving to america
i make £800 a week
and you can have it all too
(break even)
did you know you can buy an island on ebay?
do you know what a fantastic opportunity you have
right here in your hands
(not today thanks)
pokemon go fuck yourself
have a great day sir
and don't...
little fish in a shark tank
(lone wolf on the overpass)
leave your coat on the floor
walk with me kid
walk away now
come back
stand there
and listen
i have a forty million dollar watch
i'm moving to america
i make £800 a week
and you can have it all too
(break even)
did you know you can buy an island on ebay?
do you know what a fantastic opportunity you have
right here in your hands
(not today thanks)
pokemon go fuck yourself
have a great day sir
and don't...
746 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jul 2016 10:12am
8th Jul 2016 10:12am
but what exactly have you been doing all day
i lie on my back hoping the rot that consumes these floorboards creeps over me too, i wonder what my life would have been if i had been more secure, braver or just more defiant, if i had known i could not fuck up and act on that premise but its not the case- i fuck up - in small constant ways in minute lags of silence in misplaced laughter and held-in anger and every time i take my coat off in summer i kick myself further away from the herd, i listen to the strimmers in the gardens, i listen to the hoarse yells of the workmen, i listen to the students screaming and drinking upstairs, i piss...
831 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 9:35am
8th Jul 2016 9:35am
day by day
i would start
every morning
with some sort of steel javelin
shot through my chest
pinning me to the mattress.
i would be so sure
the coldness
spreading around my shoulders
was blood
the numbness
in my fingers and toes
rigor mortis
when i opened my eyes
the pressure change in disappointment
crushed my lungs.
after a while
i pulled my body off the crime scene
there was no javelin
there was no pain
and yet there was.
fickle sunlight
pretending to...
every morning
with some sort of steel javelin
shot through my chest
pinning me to the mattress.
i would be so sure
the coldness
spreading around my shoulders
was blood
the numbness
in my fingers and toes
rigor mortis
when i opened my eyes
the pressure change in disappointment
crushed my lungs.
after a while
i pulled my body off the crime scene
there was no javelin
there was no pain
and yet there was.
fickle sunlight
pretending to...
887 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 9:22am
7th Jul 2016 9:22am
the talk
my cigarette combusts
slowly displacing the oxygen
easing the pain
you talk in chilled jellied eels
about my icy anger
my burnt toast cruelty
i'd promise you oceans
if you would say
i'm still what you want
but you will not say i'm not
slowly displacing the oxygen
easing the pain
you talk in chilled jellied eels
about my icy anger
my burnt toast cruelty
i'd promise you oceans
if you would say
i'm still what you want
but you will not say i'm not
663 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2016 10:41am
6th Jul 2016 10:41am
shh
go back to sleep. close your eyes and drown peacefully the way you do after a sickness.
you are a sludge-and-butter creation rancid in the mould of the cellar.
you have a little something on your face- some misery- in the corner of your mouth.
no, it's still there.
what, did you think you were a goddess? did you think you were a queen?
were you so sure that the world revolved around your little tornado insides?
leave everything,
go back to sleep
you are a sludge-and-butter creation rancid in the mould of the cellar.
you have a little something on your face- some misery- in the corner of your mouth.
no, it's still there.
what, did you think you were a goddess? did you think you were a queen?
were you so sure that the world revolved around your little tornado insides?
leave everything,
go back to sleep
725 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 11:24am
30th Jun 2016 11:24am
for tom wakefield
a letter came a few months ago
for tom wakefield:
nick and charlotte say thank you
for the beautiful champagne flutes
and for all your help on the day.
much love.
good job tom.
i feel a strange turn of guilt
for ever opening it,
but you see,
it looked like a birthday card
and if it was
i would have kept the tenner
but
i'm sorry you can't see the photo
of the happy couple.
charlotte
wears a duchess-of-cambridge style dress
it doesn't suit her
she is plump
without being fat...
for tom wakefield:
nick and charlotte say thank you
for the beautiful champagne flutes
and for all your help on the day.
much love.
good job tom.
i feel a strange turn of guilt
for ever opening it,
but you see,
it looked like a birthday card
and if it was
i would have kept the tenner
but
i'm sorry you can't see the photo
of the happy couple.
charlotte
wears a duchess-of-cambridge style dress
it doesn't suit her
she is plump
without being fat...
835 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2016 3:18pm
22nd Jun 2016 3:18pm
a death wish is different from a suicide
i will not hold the handle of the knife
that finally gores me
spilling the mundane secrets of my anatomy
on a poor somebody's floor
the muscle that breaks
the pulsing barrier
between the worlds
it is not mine,
not mine
that finally gores me
spilling the mundane secrets of my anatomy
on a poor somebody's floor
the muscle that breaks
the pulsing barrier
between the worlds
it is not mine,
not mine
875 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2016 3:10pm
22nd Jun 2016 3:10pm
bad man sad man gone
i saw our future.
i died to give you torture
but it was not to be
you were real and i was not
i didn't live there.
you would have learned to hate me
you would have fed the fire in my head
until i burned you sleeping.
you would have taught me to sharpen
to be the cold edge, and not the soft skin
it pressed against in vile weakness.
i ended up a murderer by proxy
and i will never speak to you again
the fire is out.
so why do i feel like i am not living here
why do i sometimes sense the wild...
i died to give you torture
but it was not to be
you were real and i was not
i didn't live there.
you would have learned to hate me
you would have fed the fire in my head
until i burned you sleeping.
you would have taught me to sharpen
to be the cold edge, and not the soft skin
it pressed against in vile weakness.
i ended up a murderer by proxy
and i will never speak to you again
the fire is out.
so why do i feel like i am not living here
why do i sometimes sense the wild...
905 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 5:00pm
20th Jun 2016 5:00pm
call you and cross you
a baby cries in the night,
here is what you should do:
split its belly open and fill with lavender and tobacco. sew shut
bind the wound with lost hair
plug the eyes with string
stick him nails in his leg and his arm
brush with charcoal
and seal in a jam jar
i am the ocean your anchor is caught in
i am the battle field your flag has claimed.
though you are chained to i
i turn without you
tides and days
continue
you turn away and sulk
i cannot change;
...
here is what you should do:
split its belly open and fill with lavender and tobacco. sew shut
bind the wound with lost hair
plug the eyes with string
stick him nails in his leg and his arm
brush with charcoal
and seal in a jam jar
i am the ocean your anchor is caught in
i am the battle field your flag has claimed.
though you are chained to i
i turn without you
tides and days
continue
you turn away and sulk
i cannot change;
...
887 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 3:46pm
20th Jun 2016 3:46pm
in the dark
you turn your face towards me in the dark
it is encased in metal.
your snores whistle and rattle through that terminator mask
rattle and wheeze and grunt
and your breath breaks up the moonlight like a prism.
your furniture asks me bad questions
but my mind doesn't mind
the red eye of your alarm clock on your monster drawers
the red i told you was a devil and you said oh? ok
and grunted again when i asked apprehensively about the moving boil on your ceiling
how long has that boil been on your ceiling?
how long?
you'd been taken...
it is encased in metal.
your snores whistle and rattle through that terminator mask
rattle and wheeze and grunt
and your breath breaks up the moonlight like a prism.
your furniture asks me bad questions
but my mind doesn't mind
the red eye of your alarm clock on your monster drawers
the red i told you was a devil and you said oh? ok
and grunted again when i asked apprehensively about the moving boil on your ceiling
how long has that boil been on your ceiling?
how long?
you'd been taken...
940 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2016 8:25pm
18th May 2016 8:25pm
im not hot and im not funny so i guess i could be intelligent
ah when will this life end? help me
i'm trapped in reality
and i can't get out
i have a heart condition where little pixies chew on it to feed their demon auras
i have some memory issues and i wish i had more
you must be so bored but let me keep you one sec
i just had to remind you my soul is the size of a walnut
and its somehow stuck in my fucking oesophagus
haha
if you think you could fuck my oesophagus
you must really fear nothing
all i'm saying is i have one wonky tooth and if i bite something u KNOW it's me right
what...
i'm trapped in reality
and i can't get out
i have a heart condition where little pixies chew on it to feed their demon auras
i have some memory issues and i wish i had more
you must be so bored but let me keep you one sec
i just had to remind you my soul is the size of a walnut
and its somehow stuck in my fucking oesophagus
haha
if you think you could fuck my oesophagus
you must really fear nothing
all i'm saying is i have one wonky tooth and if i bite something u KNOW it's me right
what...
1201 reads
7 Comments
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