Submissions by anna_grin (ANNAN)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 3:33pm
7th Mar 2016 3:33pm
parasite
the worm worms into the deadly apple
eve-eaten, poison-bred
through so many generations yes
you are father, mother,
fathoms under your bilge rat feet sailing
to homeland
secure ground brainstem lock in your clawed
feet to the place there that
welcomes you
as a friend
and slowly slowly you begin to seed
pin here needle there spreading
your colony through lumpish grey matter
virus
whore
fucking with everything up in there
your babies squirm over
each other seething carnivorous
black dot eyes in see through...
eve-eaten, poison-bred
through so many generations yes
you are father, mother,
fathoms under your bilge rat feet sailing
to homeland
secure ground brainstem lock in your clawed
feet to the place there that
welcomes you
as a friend
and slowly slowly you begin to seed
pin here needle there spreading
your colony through lumpish grey matter
virus
whore
fucking with everything up in there
your babies squirm over
each other seething carnivorous
black dot eyes in see through...
942 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 3:13pm
6th Mar 2016 3:13pm
what the f**k is this
i come back and am instantly lost
i scrape through the dirt
to unbury me
all i get
is dirty fingernails and skull fragments
that don't all fit together
i sealed my soul in a default typeface
sent it unrequited
to publishing companies
laid it in sedimentary prose
somewhere in unreality
where is my glut of words
who has eaten my honey
who has drunk my blood
who has given me this
abscess of absence
of me
i scrape through the dirt
to unbury me
all i get
is dirty fingernails and skull fragments
that don't all fit together
i sealed my soul in a default typeface
sent it unrequited
to publishing companies
laid it in sedimentary prose
somewhere in unreality
where is my glut of words
who has eaten my honey
who has drunk my blood
who has given me this
abscess of absence
of me
817 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 2:17pm
2nd Mar 2016 2:17pm
its ok
and this is the best my mind can create, this is the dream.
to not tip the scale too far
this is the ideal
to be tortured but not to die
to have my bathing suit area mutilated and still find joy
for progressively longer periods of time
until i decide to not go out
until
i am unhappy by my own choosing
i am deluded into my day clothes
i am lying here unaware of how lucky i am.
i am no artist. i am no poet. i am no girl, no woman, no soul, no speck of life.
i am supplementing my circulation with smoke
and keeping my blood...
to not tip the scale too far
this is the ideal
to be tortured but not to die
to have my bathing suit area mutilated and still find joy
for progressively longer periods of time
until i decide to not go out
until
i am unhappy by my own choosing
i am deluded into my day clothes
i am lying here unaware of how lucky i am.
i am no artist. i am no poet. i am no girl, no woman, no soul, no speck of life.
i am supplementing my circulation with smoke
and keeping my blood...
921 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 2:52pm
29th Feb 2016 2:52pm
pinky
do you remember me from the hospital,
she says,
Highbury? Queens?
i do remember.
eyes wide green grapes challenging me to be kind and be one of us her them.
her voice loud on the bus.
a blonde cunt
a body too tall for public transport, grown big on red meat, good parents and bullying smaller children
blonde bitch
scurries to another seat with an avoidant glance
and a little holding of her breath
as though our sickness is caught like a cold.
popping grapes
little mouth wet like a pug
lank pink hair
she talks
in...
she says,
Highbury? Queens?
i do remember.
eyes wide green grapes challenging me to be kind and be one of us her them.
her voice loud on the bus.
a blonde cunt
a body too tall for public transport, grown big on red meat, good parents and bullying smaller children
blonde bitch
scurries to another seat with an avoidant glance
and a little holding of her breath
as though our sickness is caught like a cold.
popping grapes
little mouth wet like a pug
lank pink hair
she talks
in...
1052 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2016 9:17pm
6th Jan 2016 9:17pm
james
you let me in
it's warm and you are there
for me
in some uncanny valley where you treasure me
so who's really in control
when i start to run away again
you question nothing when
you follow me
this is a
magical mystery
assassination
i hope you know what crying on the bloody carpet is
what fire burns out your skull
what part of you that speaks in absolutes and takes no prisoners
not ever,
no never
i know what you think
i love you
it's warm and you are there
for me
in some uncanny valley where you treasure me
so who's really in control
when i start to run away again
you question nothing when
you follow me
this is a
magical mystery
assassination
i hope you know what crying on the bloody carpet is
what fire burns out your skull
what part of you that speaks in absolutes and takes no prisoners
not ever,
no never
i know what you think
i love you
847 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 9:50pm
30th Dec 2015 9:50pm
ugh
are these parts of me i hid under alcoholism and blank absences are these parts of me that gain strength the less i socalise? i am pained by the inability to reciprocate and i hurt all over anyway the real loss is not my life but my living i am paranoid but i still think i'm right about it i will now make plans to kill myself excuse me a minute stop laughing please, i'm not part of your web of shimmering consciousness i am still alone in my head how dare you try to talk i can see the falsity of everything and all that's unintended your unconscious lie to me it breaks my heart again the...
878 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 9:32pm
22nd Dec 2015 9:32pm
cleaning services
found a pair of socks that are not mine
and a smidge of amphetamine in a dusty corner.
£12.45 in careless loose change
and proof he's a dirty liar in his work disciplinary records.
i found 1 square foot of floor under the bed
somewhere to hide the shoplifted Christmas presents.
i'm a good woman to be sure
he's lucky to have me so
i will escape from this trap i made of deceiving my fear
i will again live on edges of maps
and i will improve my credit score
but first i clean
and a smidge of amphetamine in a dusty corner.
£12.45 in careless loose change
and proof he's a dirty liar in his work disciplinary records.
i found 1 square foot of floor under the bed
somewhere to hide the shoplifted Christmas presents.
i'm a good woman to be sure
he's lucky to have me so
i will escape from this trap i made of deceiving my fear
i will again live on edges of maps
and i will improve my credit score
but first i clean
913 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 3:14pm
29th Nov 2015 3:14pm
indigo woman
with lips sewn up
she still contrives
to show you her teeth
taken up taken in
with your quirky ideas
she's the one
you turn to
needing comfort
finding grief
if you must
kill her slowly
it's better
to watch her toss and turn
blinking her eyes in confusion
when you've pinned her
up on your wall
the force of her hand is a joy
the spit on your cheek
is a blessing
when a kiss is a bore
she talked you into
string on your fingers
she's a child
she...
she still contrives
to show you her teeth
taken up taken in
with your quirky ideas
she's the one
you turn to
needing comfort
finding grief
if you must
kill her slowly
it's better
to watch her toss and turn
blinking her eyes in confusion
when you've pinned her
up on your wall
the force of her hand is a joy
the spit on your cheek
is a blessing
when a kiss is a bore
she talked you into
string on your fingers
she's a child
she...
942 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2015 1:34pm
6th Nov 2015 1:34pm
home alone
Dyspraxic lashings of a forked tongue
Under a microscope my nipple hardens
should be doing things for you
I go from the shower to the grave again
ah my excuse is i am sad today
sad today,
i have no idea if that's true
slippery wet thrusts in my moaning cunt
touch me there and I'll scream
the mechanical crunch of orgasm
twitching smoothness
yes
yes
Under a microscope my nipple hardens
should be doing things for you
I go from the shower to the grave again
ah my excuse is i am sad today
sad today,
i have no idea if that's true
slippery wet thrusts in my moaning cunt
touch me there and I'll scream
the mechanical crunch of orgasm
twitching smoothness
yes
yes
854 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 6:23pm
15th Oct 2015 6:23pm
yesterday
i saw you in every grey face
where the skin was drained
and the shoulder was small
i saw you
in every tremble
of my own hands
as i smoked at the bus stop
i saw you floating under the wet pavement
the drops of rain
bloating your stinking corpse
i saw you in the letter you sent
via the early intervention team
i saw you fallen in a gutter
and your ribs had been pulled apart
and a bus had drawn a line over you
today i did not go out
where the skin was drained
and the shoulder was small
i saw you
in every tremble
of my own hands
as i smoked at the bus stop
i saw you floating under the wet pavement
the drops of rain
bloating your stinking corpse
i saw you in the letter you sent
via the early intervention team
i saw you fallen in a gutter
and your ribs had been pulled apart
and a bus had drawn a line over you
today i did not go out
935 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 6:20pm
15th Oct 2015 6:20pm
looking
you differentiate her intent
suicide from murder
by a microexpression
she has had her legs
tied at the knee
so she walks a bit funny
like you
suicide from murder
by a microexpression
she has had her legs
tied at the knee
so she walks a bit funny
like you
854 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2015 4:14pm
14th Jun 2015 4:14pm
patient compliance
moonlit shadows,
bones and bones naked bones on a dead body,
eyes blinking in the security lights
watching the shadows creep
creep on by
hour
on hour
on
daylight shadows,
knife and knife and stabbing all over
dead pain for a dead body,
eyes blinking at the aluminium
a silent love bite from a belt to swallow
and brush my teeth well
bones and bones naked bones on a dead body,
eyes blinking in the security lights
watching the shadows creep
creep on by
hour
on hour
on
daylight shadows,
knife and knife and stabbing all over
dead pain for a dead body,
eyes blinking at the aluminium
a silent love bite from a belt to swallow
and brush my teeth well
1298 reads
8 Comments
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