Submissions by chlo_E
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I find the pretty side of dark things
Desire to deny
I've finally realised what my problem is.
I don't want anybody.
But I want to be wanted,
By everybody,
Wholly and solely.
Am I selfish?
Or am I the product of other peoples selfishness?
I desire attention,
but,
I deny affection.
Will I ever find true love?
I don't want anybody.
But I want to be wanted,
By everybody,
Wholly and solely.
Am I selfish?
Or am I the product of other peoples selfishness?
I desire attention,
but,
I deny affection.
Will I ever find true love?
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the little you
Hi
Remember the little you?
That one who used to play with barbies and love Whinnie The Pooh?
Your days would consist of playing in the muck and then having your hands washed by your mother
Past the hills in the distance, an unknown world like no other.
Never did you think you'd be who you are today,
Never did you think you'd look back and say
"Did I really believe that I should follow those who I idolised out of innocence?"
And "first thoughts are not my individual essence"
Never did you...
Remember the little you?
That one who used to play with barbies and love Whinnie The Pooh?
Your days would consist of playing in the muck and then having your hands washed by your mother
Past the hills in the distance, an unknown world like no other.
Never did you think you'd be who you are today,
Never did you think you'd look back and say
"Did I really believe that I should follow those who I idolised out of innocence?"
And "first thoughts are not my individual essence"
Never did you...
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f**king cheat
You all recall that feeling, when you heard something you didn't want to hear.
Stories that slid knives into your back, by the faults of her who you thought loved you dear..
Well honey you were born with arms long enough to reach behind you,
To take out the knives and throw them at that bitch who wasn't true!
Did she ever care? What had you done wrong? Doesn't she love you anymore?
You know what? Kill that stupid bitch. Forget the dirty whore!
Your head's gone, your heart is in her hand, but you hold the knife,
Thrust out your...
Stories that slid knives into your back, by the faults of her who you thought loved you dear..
Well honey you were born with arms long enough to reach behind you,
To take out the knives and throw them at that bitch who wasn't true!
Did she ever care? What had you done wrong? Doesn't she love you anymore?
You know what? Kill that stupid bitch. Forget the dirty whore!
Your head's gone, your heart is in her hand, but you hold the knife,
Thrust out your...
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When my pupils dilate, my eyes truly open
I think there is something beautiful in the act of losing my mind.
Firstly, for example, when I take drugs my mind alters. I want to dance, I want to get up, I want to talk, I want to shout, I want to feel things, I want to look at lights, I want to walk. Reality is invisible and my mind alters. My problems aren't there, my worries, my future, my memory ,my past aren't there. My life isn't there. I only comprehend the present. Its like I can actually take the time to appreciate the colours of life, the actual art of conversation&communicating, the actual feelings without the thought,...
Firstly, for example, when I take drugs my mind alters. I want to dance, I want to get up, I want to talk, I want to shout, I want to feel things, I want to look at lights, I want to walk. Reality is invisible and my mind alters. My problems aren't there, my worries, my future, my memory ,my past aren't there. My life isn't there. I only comprehend the present. Its like I can actually take the time to appreciate the colours of life, the actual art of conversation&communicating, the actual feelings without the thought,...
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