Submissions by blackrose_00
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write based on genuine emotion and state of mind at the moment. I have recurring themes of death, suicide, and love
The Day You Got Dirt On My New Pants
I want to scrub my skin red and raw so I forget how it looked with the bruises you left on it.
I thought your eyes were lit with passion for me,
but it was only lit with lust for my body.
And hair...
When I said "No",
You heard "Yes"
You covered my mouth to mask my fears
and whispered "You want it" in my ear.
Three years later,
I walked around at night alone,
crossing city streets without looking for cars.
I ate less and smoked more,
Hoping someday the cigarettes would kill me.
Because I was already dead...
I thought your eyes were lit with passion for me,
but it was only lit with lust for my body.
And hair...
When I said "No",
You heard "Yes"
You covered my mouth to mask my fears
and whispered "You want it" in my ear.
Three years later,
I walked around at night alone,
crossing city streets without looking for cars.
I ate less and smoked more,
Hoping someday the cigarettes would kill me.
Because I was already dead...
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Let Yourself Fall
six moons
and I do not miss you any less
The wind rattles my bones
in rhythm of my quivering
chin
I know you aren't staying long
but there is something I want
you to know
That when we were
standing together on that rock
600 feet above
that stream
i take a glance at you
And saw fear creep
into you those mahogany eyes,;
you were scared of the fall
And I told you
"its not that scary"
you looked at me
as if i'm crazy.
I said to you
"just close your eyes until...
and I do not miss you any less
The wind rattles my bones
in rhythm of my quivering
chin
I know you aren't staying long
but there is something I want
you to know
That when we were
standing together on that rock
600 feet above
that stream
i take a glance at you
And saw fear creep
into you those mahogany eyes,;
you were scared of the fall
And I told you
"its not that scary"
you looked at me
as if i'm crazy.
I said to you
"just close your eyes until...
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MY NAME IS JANEY
My name is Janey and I am four
I like coloring books and playing hopscotch
and today i learned a word called "war"
Mommy says that's where you're going
"He's a super hero, Janey
he'll come back stronger than before"
and she hugged me a little too tight
I laugh "Let go of me!" She laughs.
But she's looking at the floor.
My name is Janey and I am six
I like dancing and drawing pictures
Mommy misses you a whole lot, I see it
Every morning when she wakes up sad,
until she brews her dark brown drink
and...
I like coloring books and playing hopscotch
and today i learned a word called "war"
Mommy says that's where you're going
"He's a super hero, Janey
he'll come back stronger than before"
and she hugged me a little too tight
I laugh "Let go of me!" She laughs.
But she's looking at the floor.
My name is Janey and I am six
I like dancing and drawing pictures
Mommy misses you a whole lot, I see it
Every morning when she wakes up sad,
until she brews her dark brown drink
and...
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Pseudo Kind Of Love
Standing before
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks
He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
A hand can be a vicious prayer for love
"Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly...
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks
He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
A hand can be a vicious prayer for love
"Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly...
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NOTHING LEFT
I swim in verdancy on my back; let the greyness wash my face
Atop the top of the toppest valley
Only half of me is here; I am only half here
Inhale, Exhale
I Take in the masterpiece above me; branches intertwining
People could learn from the trees
On my left I have Nothing; Nothing sticks around
Until he grew restless and took the path on my right
As my lids fall in tire; the Earth embraces me in sweet arms
Lying in my bed of worries
The wind so tender, so dear, kneels down to meet my cheek
And the leaves mutter in joy
...
Atop the top of the toppest valley
Only half of me is here; I am only half here
Inhale, Exhale
I Take in the masterpiece above me; branches intertwining
People could learn from the trees
On my left I have Nothing; Nothing sticks around
Until he grew restless and took the path on my right
As my lids fall in tire; the Earth embraces me in sweet arms
Lying in my bed of worries
The wind so tender, so dear, kneels down to meet my cheek
And the leaves mutter in joy
...
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BURN / HAUNTED / INNOCENCE
Nothing they say is true;
My body is but a graveyard
where you bore
ten feet down and burried
my trust in men
My body is a graveyard and I am haunted
harboring all these dead secrets
everyone seems they have forgotten
inside me they are rotting
The girl in the mirror,
did she just escape a fire?
Haunted by the burn of liquor
Haunted by your searing fingers
(twenty of them)
Push me down harder
Pry me open quicker
I love the way it hurts
My body is but a graveyard
where you bore
ten feet down and burried
my trust in men
My body is a graveyard and I am haunted
harboring all these dead secrets
everyone seems they have forgotten
inside me they are rotting
The girl in the mirror,
did she just escape a fire?
Haunted by the burn of liquor
Haunted by your searing fingers
(twenty of them)
Push me down harder
Pry me open quicker
I love the way it hurts
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I Watched You Die
Each day I start with a book
A yawn, a stretch, and I thump thump thump down the steps
Eager as each day before
A navy armchair and fluorescent desk lamp
are the only friends of mine.
Each day I start with a book
Switch on my lamp, find my page, and I'm lost in thickening daze
Just as each day before
I'm grateful for my friends
The chair rests my limbs
as the lamp illuminates forgotten words
Each day I start with a book
But a week or so ago,
something was not quite right
perched on my chair, I switched on my...
A yawn, a stretch, and I thump thump thump down the steps
Eager as each day before
A navy armchair and fluorescent desk lamp
are the only friends of mine.
Each day I start with a book
Switch on my lamp, find my page, and I'm lost in thickening daze
Just as each day before
I'm grateful for my friends
The chair rests my limbs
as the lamp illuminates forgotten words
Each day I start with a book
But a week or so ago,
something was not quite right
perched on my chair, I switched on my...
678 reads
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Going
He cups her face in
his hands
but silently she melts
away
oozing through absence
in puddles at
his feet
A knowing glance
Down
A blank stare
Ahead
Storing your clocks in the freezer can only do so much
Time
Melted away just as she
his hands
but silently she melts
away
oozing through absence
in puddles at
his feet
A knowing glance
Down
A blank stare
Ahead
Storing your clocks in the freezer can only do so much
Time
Melted away just as she
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LOVE ME LIKE A ROSE
Five months ago
I gave you a rose
pale in pink, rich in pretty
you touched my face, thanked me kindly
stood the Rose proud beside your bed
to watch the dreams pour from your head
But pretty does fade...
color does drain...
and five months later
the Rose stands the same place
You loved it fully while
it was alive
You loved it like you did not know
it was soon to die
And when it did-- you did not
bat an eye
only loved what was left like it had
never died.
I gave you a rose
pale in pink, rich in pretty
you touched my face, thanked me kindly
stood the Rose proud beside your bed
to watch the dreams pour from your head
But pretty does fade...
color does drain...
and five months later
the Rose stands the same place
You loved it fully while
it was alive
You loved it like you did not know
it was soon to die
And when it did-- you did not
bat an eye
only loved what was left like it had
never died.
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Manic
Sky is grey
I need you here
smoke smoke
grey smoke fog
smoke in my
ear--No..
smoke in my
lungs, I
need you here
I need you here
smoke smoke
grey smoke fog
smoke in my
ear--No..
smoke in my
lungs, I
need you here
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Colliding
Standing before
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks
He scorches
in blinding zeal to vent jealous wrath
Destruction is his only goal
with orange flicks of flailing arms
his chosen human victims he consoles
flaunting his...
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks
He scorches
in blinding zeal to vent jealous wrath
Destruction is his only goal
with orange flicks of flailing arms
his chosen human victims he consoles
flaunting his...
792 reads
7 Comments
House or Host
Sometimes I think my house is rejecting me
Like i'm a transplant gone away
the walls grumble in protest and
the floors tremble beneath me,
even as i sleep, even as i dream
On some nights, the fire rages
it licks at the wood and reaches with a hand
it beckons for me to submerse myself in it
but I remember the strength of your arms around me in bed
I remember telling you how safe i felt there
and then you left
now the voices scream at me though the walls
no matter how many times I try to rip the paper
now the chairs...
Like i'm a transplant gone away
the walls grumble in protest and
the floors tremble beneath me,
even as i sleep, even as i dream
On some nights, the fire rages
it licks at the wood and reaches with a hand
it beckons for me to submerse myself in it
but I remember the strength of your arms around me in bed
I remember telling you how safe i felt there
and then you left
now the voices scream at me though the walls
no matter how many times I try to rip the paper
now the chairs...
892 reads
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