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
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2014 10:08pm
26th Jan 2014 10:08pm
Fatherless and Faithless
who is the He? to whom do i point?
for this weathered shell eroding
by existing hate and war
wades through Untruths so lovingly force-fed
though pretty little deceits they were
wrapped in promise and tied with a bow
they bound together these hands with false hope but
God forbid i should divorce
Don't you dare let go.
Who is at fault? To whom do i point?
these clasps spit their fiery accuse
peel apart like the moonlit legs of a virgin
Ugly Man so full of fancy and perfectly perched
above heads wonder-filled and wide-eyed gazes of...
for this weathered shell eroding
by existing hate and war
wades through Untruths so lovingly force-fed
though pretty little deceits they were
wrapped in promise and tied with a bow
they bound together these hands with false hope but
God forbid i should divorce
Don't you dare let go.
Who is at fault? To whom do i point?
these clasps spit their fiery accuse
peel apart like the moonlit legs of a virgin
Ugly Man so full of fancy and perfectly perched
above heads wonder-filled and wide-eyed gazes of...
668 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 1:13pm
13th Jan 2014 1:13pm
Submarine
drag me down
pull me under
I'll come up for air
eventually
(i might not
want to)
heavy eyelids
heavier thoughts
when
blue rivers run red
(I'll remember you
even in oblivion)
filled to brim
with vanilla bean bubbles
and potent self loathe
( i hope youre not mad
about the water bill)
pull me under
I'll come up for air
eventually
(i might not
want to)
heavy eyelids
heavier thoughts
when
blue rivers run red
(I'll remember you
even in oblivion)
filled to brim
with vanilla bean bubbles
and potent self loathe
( i hope youre not mad
about the water bill)
672 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 4:05pm
10th Jan 2014 4:05pm
Also Known As
There's fresh blood on my tires.
Every deer along the road
turns suicidal when the sun goes down.
That, or they are just a little scared.
There's fresh blood on my tires.
but whatever it was,
it was already dead.
I think of people as animals
walking across a street.
it is five in the morning
and you are strolling along the edge
of a long country road.
I am only half paying attention
to what’s in front of me.
You’ve thought a lot about
kissing the front of a car.
I think you saw me
before I was coming;
before...
Every deer along the road
turns suicidal when the sun goes down.
That, or they are just a little scared.
There's fresh blood on my tires.
but whatever it was,
it was already dead.
I think of people as animals
walking across a street.
it is five in the morning
and you are strolling along the edge
of a long country road.
I am only half paying attention
to what’s in front of me.
You’ve thought a lot about
kissing the front of a car.
I think you saw me
before I was coming;
before...
811 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 3:24pm
10th Jan 2014 3:24pm
Velvet Lion
A burning Desire roars deep
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my...
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my...
#dark
#lion
790 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 4:08pm
9th Jan 2014 4:08pm
PRETTY GIRL, PRETTY GIRL
Pretty girl hanging from the ceiling, tell me your story.
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?
Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you believe you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about that fake smile you painted on that greeted each days’ dawn
Tell me about the one boy who perfectly ruined you, the one whose beautiful baby blues hid all the secrets in...
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?
Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you believe you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about that fake smile you painted on that greeted each days’ dawn
Tell me about the one boy who perfectly ruined you, the one whose beautiful baby blues hid all the secrets in...
950 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 1:11pm
8th Jan 2014 1:11pm
YOU'RE ASLEEP
You're asleep and I'm sad
i wanted to stay up all night
and talk with you about
your day and why the sky is blue
everything is so easy with us,
our words flow back and forth steadily,
like the gliding of a ship
atop a calm sea
when i feel broken
you mend me with your words
when i have nothing to say,
you effortlessly occupy the silence
you fill this gap inside me
in a way that makes me forget
i was ever incomplete
i'd tell you all of this,
but you're asleep.
i wanted to stay up all night
and talk with you about
your day and why the sky is blue
everything is so easy with us,
our words flow back and forth steadily,
like the gliding of a ship
atop a calm sea
when i feel broken
you mend me with your words
when i have nothing to say,
you effortlessly occupy the silence
you fill this gap inside me
in a way that makes me forget
i was ever incomplete
i'd tell you all of this,
but you're asleep.
872 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 3:37pm
6th Jan 2014 3:37pm
FLEETING
On Monday I didn't go to school
because you wanted to take me out instead
We walked around the park downtown all afternoon
We perched ourselves in the gazebo
immersing ourselves in each other's thoughts
and wading in traded words.
And my attention was shattered when a
lady bug landed on my knee. I was baffled-
I exclaimed that it's orange. You laughed and I
coaxed it onto my finger. And you told me
"Some of them are green you know"
I didn't know. I said "maybe those ones just aren't ripe yet"
I played with the bug for a few more...
because you wanted to take me out instead
We walked around the park downtown all afternoon
We perched ourselves in the gazebo
immersing ourselves in each other's thoughts
and wading in traded words.
And my attention was shattered when a
lady bug landed on my knee. I was baffled-
I exclaimed that it's orange. You laughed and I
coaxed it onto my finger. And you told me
"Some of them are green you know"
I didn't know. I said "maybe those ones just aren't ripe yet"
I played with the bug for a few more...
1075 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 11:10pm
30th Dec 2013 11:10pm
You'll Never See Yourself with That Mirror In The Way
Today is a Wednesday. On Saturday, I went
out to lunch with my father. I was in the restroom.
I was staring in the mirror for
about five minutes. This outfit looked horrible,
and so did my hair. My pants didn't fit right.
An older woman finally made her way to the sink next to me.
I hadn't even noticed her walk in.
She said hi.
I responded with a distracted hello
She chuckled to herself, making
her way to the door. Just as she was leaving,
she said one last thing
"Darling you'll never see youself
with that mirror in the way"...
out to lunch with my father. I was in the restroom.
I was staring in the mirror for
about five minutes. This outfit looked horrible,
and so did my hair. My pants didn't fit right.
An older woman finally made her way to the sink next to me.
I hadn't even noticed her walk in.
She said hi.
I responded with a distracted hello
She chuckled to herself, making
her way to the door. Just as she was leaving,
she said one last thing
"Darling you'll never see youself
with that mirror in the way"...
1348 reads
25 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 10:57pm
30th Dec 2013 10:57pm
Stayed anyway
I thought you were the most
beautiful creature,
the way you smelled like
you knew all my terrible secrets
and the way you touched
my hand anyway, like
it was perfectly okay
not to be perfect
and then you got even more
beautiful when you laid down
on my bed for the first time
with your hipbones pointing toward
the ceiling that i had stared at
so many nights when i couldnt sleep,
and the curve of your back tickling
the bed sheets i had lain in
night after night
fearing they would never be...
beautiful creature,
the way you smelled like
you knew all my terrible secrets
and the way you touched
my hand anyway, like
it was perfectly okay
not to be perfect
and then you got even more
beautiful when you laid down
on my bed for the first time
with your hipbones pointing toward
the ceiling that i had stared at
so many nights when i couldnt sleep,
and the curve of your back tickling
the bed sheets i had lain in
night after night
fearing they would never be...
949 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 6:09am
23rd Dec 2013 6:09am
A Girl Named Ana
I met a girl last summer
Delicacy of a china doll
Just as perfect too
An anomaly to me
I loved her the first day
Can i be perfect like you?
But her sweetness turned sould quick
her demands became heavy
You're still perfect to me
stuck by her through the days
But her hot words burned deep, you know;
Im speaking of a girl with no empathy
Am I perfect yet, Ana, look at me ?
Delicacy of a china doll
Just as perfect too
An anomaly to me
I loved her the first day
Can i be perfect like you?
But her sweetness turned sould quick
her demands became heavy
You're still perfect to me
stuck by her through the days
But her hot words burned deep, you know;
Im speaking of a girl with no empathy
Am I perfect yet, Ana, look at me ?
801 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 4:07pm
20th Dec 2013 4:07pm
Venom/Cure
I wish I wish I wish
you could see
what these words do to me
because on the floor I lay
a white flag raised
as your power complex clenches and
cripples me.
Venom seeps; whispers
Nothing Will Come of You Little Girl Give Up
hush hush hush
rivers of blue my blood runs corrupt, and
now we
are one
You Ice Queen you
skin seared by your venom spewed as lazy
snowflakes take a suicidal spillage
from frosted lashes colliding
with words white-hot
Contradiction Incarnated is you,...
you could see
what these words do to me
because on the floor I lay
a white flag raised
as your power complex clenches and
cripples me.
Venom seeps; whispers
Nothing Will Come of You Little Girl Give Up
hush hush hush
rivers of blue my blood runs corrupt, and
now we
are one
You Ice Queen you
skin seared by your venom spewed as lazy
snowflakes take a suicidal spillage
from frosted lashes colliding
with words white-hot
Contradiction Incarnated is you,...
766 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 4:03pm
19th Dec 2013 4:03pm
Fratricide
FRATRICIDE
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Slick-thick metal I hold steady, thick and rimy in contrast to
the space behind my eyes at anything but a stalemate.
And hollow is the organ in my breast, but honest and full
is the barrel. Taintless walls stand elegant and eager, but
waiting in white patience. Walls pure and patient wait patiently, in patience
and eagerness to be painted.
A shell crumbles
beneath my foot. I glance to look at...
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Slick-thick metal I hold steady, thick and rimy in contrast to
the space behind my eyes at anything but a stalemate.
And hollow is the organ in my breast, but honest and full
is the barrel. Taintless walls stand elegant and eager, but
waiting in white patience. Walls pure and patient wait patiently, in patience
and eagerness to be painted.
A shell crumbles
beneath my foot. I glance to look at...
698 reads
7 Comments
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