Submissions by beautiful_accident
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I play in the macabre, the erotic, the taboo.. but it's just play for the most part. I don't beat or kill people or puppies in my spare time.
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 4:54am
3rd Jun 2012 4:54am
over.
acrid bitter smoke burns my eyes my nose
blends into the crisp cold of November Central Park
the fireworks are over and it is time to go home
the silence is deafening it chokes me like loneliness
squeezing my throat until my eyes pop in tears
I say goodbye to you, to this future
to these plans and dreams and this better life
I leave you to walk alone
as I will walk alone and we are done
my road is quiet I am submerged in silence and darkness
and if you are anywhere near me you know
there isn't an easy way out.
blends into the crisp cold of November Central Park
the fireworks are over and it is time to go home
the silence is deafening it chokes me like loneliness
squeezing my throat until my eyes pop in tears
I say goodbye to you, to this future
to these plans and dreams and this better life
I leave you to walk alone
as I will walk alone and we are done
my road is quiet I am submerged in silence and darkness
and if you are anywhere near me you know
there isn't an easy way out.
1023 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 4:46am
13th Apr 2012 4:46am
what she needs
There is nothing beautiful
in that mess you left.
The woman in the bathroom
scrubs her face with toilet paper
trying to remove her mascara.
She can't admit she still loves you
more than she loves herself.
She turns her ringer off
trying to convince herself she doesn't care
then makes excuses to turn it back on.
She wants to be there when you "come to your senses."
I know she's just hoping you care that she's still alive.
I also know you don't.
The broken mess you left
sits on the windowsill
feet dangling...
in that mess you left.
The woman in the bathroom
scrubs her face with toilet paper
trying to remove her mascara.
She can't admit she still loves you
more than she loves herself.
She turns her ringer off
trying to convince herself she doesn't care
then makes excuses to turn it back on.
She wants to be there when you "come to your senses."
I know she's just hoping you care that she's still alive.
I also know you don't.
The broken mess you left
sits on the windowsill
feet dangling...
1069 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 5:47am
10th Apr 2012 5:47am
Dear.
One moment
seconds dripping with need
Fingers hungry for flesh, reaching
breath held in hunger, want
I'll show you what she can't do
As I taste blood through my lip
My heartbeat pulsates through my body
Can you hear it?
Can you just taste it?
I'll wrap you in my body, in my words
in all the shameless acts I perform on you
all the fantasies you have of me
I want to tease you with my lips
Torture you with my fingers
Delight you in my soul
Confine you completely in the idea of me
Take you so far inside me you get lost there...
seconds dripping with need
Fingers hungry for flesh, reaching
breath held in hunger, want
I'll show you what she can't do
As I taste blood through my lip
My heartbeat pulsates through my body
Can you hear it?
Can you just taste it?
I'll wrap you in my body, in my words
in all the shameless acts I perform on you
all the fantasies you have of me
I want to tease you with my lips
Torture you with my fingers
Delight you in my soul
Confine you completely in the idea of me
Take you so far inside me you get lost there...
879 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 4:33am
10th Apr 2012 4:33am
my delicate condition
My gynecologist called;
I tested positive
Surgery is scheduled for 3:00 tomorrow
emergency hysterectomy
the condition may just be fatal:
I have a republican in my uterus.
It all started with a drink
doesn't it always?
tainted koolaid tastes so good
made family values go right down
usually I choke on their propaganda
he didn't use a condom--
trying to outlaw birth control, you know
said I shouldn't have spread my legs to start
I confuse the issue saying he forced himself in
but what does my pretty female mind know
at...
I tested positive
Surgery is scheduled for 3:00 tomorrow
emergency hysterectomy
the condition may just be fatal:
I have a republican in my uterus.
It all started with a drink
doesn't it always?
tainted koolaid tastes so good
made family values go right down
usually I choke on their propaganda
he didn't use a condom--
trying to outlaw birth control, you know
said I shouldn't have spread my legs to start
I confuse the issue saying he forced himself in
but what does my pretty female mind know
at...
1007 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 00:27am
17th Jan 2012 00:27am
being my father's son
My father didn't have sons
He had daughters stuffed into the role
A size 8 foot in a size 5 shoe
And he was a "man's man"
Spent the winter holding a shotgun
Summer carrying a fishing pole
So it's no wonder that one day
I'd be carrying my own 12 gauge
Down the river in zero degree weather
Freezing my honorary balls off.
I was hunched
under this
thin piece of camo nylon
called a "duck blind"
blowing on my fingers
not giving a thought to what would happen
if a duck actually came into sight
and I had to...
He had daughters stuffed into the role
A size 8 foot in a size 5 shoe
And he was a "man's man"
Spent the winter holding a shotgun
Summer carrying a fishing pole
So it's no wonder that one day
I'd be carrying my own 12 gauge
Down the river in zero degree weather
Freezing my honorary balls off.
I was hunched
under this
thin piece of camo nylon
called a "duck blind"
blowing on my fingers
not giving a thought to what would happen
if a duck actually came into sight
and I had to...
930 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 00:08am
17th Jan 2012 00:08am
Hell for Sarah Smith
No one read the obituaries today
If they had, they'd see
Sarah Smith, mother of none
Not one accomplishment
lived, but did nothing else.
No generic words spill over her corpse
nothing touches her soul
no one talks about how she smiled
walked with such grace
how she helped feed those who hungered
gave to those who needed
no one talked
becase no one was there.
Her parents were long dead
no brothers, no sisters,
just the Donna Karan suit that fit so well
Tiffany earrings glittering wildly
...
If they had, they'd see
Sarah Smith, mother of none
Not one accomplishment
lived, but did nothing else.
No generic words spill over her corpse
nothing touches her soul
no one talks about how she smiled
walked with such grace
how she helped feed those who hungered
gave to those who needed
no one talked
becase no one was there.
Her parents were long dead
no brothers, no sisters,
just the Donna Karan suit that fit so well
Tiffany earrings glittering wildly
...
1117 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 4:20am
6th Jan 2012 4:20am
it comes with age
I don't know her.
This is the thought I have when I see my wrinkled eyes,
When I see the lines around my mouth,
When I see the graying around my temples.
I don't know her.
I am not that old.
My skin is changing.
I pinch my cheeks and they don't bounce back.
The bartender never asks me for my identification.
She puts a shot in front of me,
Shakes her head at how easily it goes down
The empty glass is replaced with a full one.
To her, I am an old drunk.
She shakes her head again,
I see what she is thinking
"it is a shame...
This is the thought I have when I see my wrinkled eyes,
When I see the lines around my mouth,
When I see the graying around my temples.
I don't know her.
I am not that old.
My skin is changing.
I pinch my cheeks and they don't bounce back.
The bartender never asks me for my identification.
She puts a shot in front of me,
Shakes her head at how easily it goes down
The empty glass is replaced with a full one.
To her, I am an old drunk.
She shakes her head again,
I see what she is thinking
"it is a shame...
935 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 2:28am
31st Dec 2011 2:28am
don't f**king care
There is nothing
I know it when the glass clicks my teeth
When it clanks hard on the bar, empty
When the salt spills on the rim
Leaving sick little spores in tequilla
Until it mixes with spit
Drooling down the side.
There is nothing inside
You've left and I never grieved
never shed a tear
and I don't know
which should bother me more.
You are dead to me,
but I am dead to me.
There is no pain, no laughter
I don't remember a good memory
Just your mail in the mailbox
return to sender
it may find you
before I do....
I know it when the glass clicks my teeth
When it clanks hard on the bar, empty
When the salt spills on the rim
Leaving sick little spores in tequilla
Until it mixes with spit
Drooling down the side.
There is nothing inside
You've left and I never grieved
never shed a tear
and I don't know
which should bother me more.
You are dead to me,
but I am dead to me.
There is no pain, no laughter
I don't remember a good memory
Just your mail in the mailbox
return to sender
it may find you
before I do....
1326 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2011 5:38pm
25th Dec 2011 5:38pm
forsaken
The words don't come out right
Dead petals falling from moving lips
words so fragile yet unafraid
you'd think they had a right to be there
in a place where words aren't welcome
where tears and brokenness live
in tangled backalley ravines
where our hearts used to play
before the bulldozer came.
The thought is never enough
Love made our hearts beat wild
But your heart is still, cold ice
But you aren't more dead than the rest of me
I am frozen with you and numb
Hundreds of petals sting my face
Careless words thrown to high winds...
Dead petals falling from moving lips
words so fragile yet unafraid
you'd think they had a right to be there
in a place where words aren't welcome
where tears and brokenness live
in tangled backalley ravines
where our hearts used to play
before the bulldozer came.
The thought is never enough
Love made our hearts beat wild
But your heart is still, cold ice
But you aren't more dead than the rest of me
I am frozen with you and numb
Hundreds of petals sting my face
Careless words thrown to high winds...
865 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 2:38am
22nd Dec 2011 2:38am
uninvited
The pain was too great..
You left your world
Crawling half-assed,
broken-kneed
Whining into mine.
Two time loser
you shouldn't have jumped
you won't find attention
here.
I lifted your lifeless corpse
bones protruding from skin
crunched spine, collapsed skull
saw the stain you left
23 years and you are just
a spot on the sidewalk
side story on the news
your funeral is over
coffin closed without a sound
so many dry eyes
I am the only one who cried
Teary as I brought you over
Saddened at your arrival...
You left your world
Crawling half-assed,
broken-kneed
Whining into mine.
Two time loser
you shouldn't have jumped
you won't find attention
here.
I lifted your lifeless corpse
bones protruding from skin
crunched spine, collapsed skull
saw the stain you left
23 years and you are just
a spot on the sidewalk
side story on the news
your funeral is over
coffin closed without a sound
so many dry eyes
I am the only one who cried
Teary as I brought you over
Saddened at your arrival...
896 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2011 3:42am
21st Dec 2011 3:42am
the problem
Last night you said I have a problem
but I am no longer your problem.
You washed your hands of me
but the nail holes must bleed anyway.
You were so good at crucifying yourself.
Old habits die hard.
I saw you with my replacement;
she doesn't have my problem.
She drinks diet coke; I know the glass.
She doesn't avoid bridges
because a voice always says
it's time to jump.
Her wrists don't have scars.
Your arms circle her waist.
Lips graze her ear,
moving in whispers.
I see steam-
warm breath in December,
I...
but I am no longer your problem.
You washed your hands of me
but the nail holes must bleed anyway.
You were so good at crucifying yourself.
Old habits die hard.
I saw you with my replacement;
she doesn't have my problem.
She drinks diet coke; I know the glass.
She doesn't avoid bridges
because a voice always says
it's time to jump.
Her wrists don't have scars.
Your arms circle her waist.
Lips graze her ear,
moving in whispers.
I see steam-
warm breath in December,
I...
1203 reads
9 Comments
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