Submissions by clio13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing poetry. whether dark, about time, philosophical, respect, justice.....though I still desire for honest critique to be an excellent writer.
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 5:23pm
4th Sep 2012 5:23pm
Epilogue of a Dead Artist
Is it my will that i should Lie?
A form as stained as grey
or a passion as pained as me?
For those who dont know,
spoken from the Wilde poetic fellow,
Life imitates Art
Is it my destiny to Love?
The bottom gives thy goosebumps of my flesh,
the mirror of mines
seeks justice
For what she sees is Empty
and what is Empty sees and knows all
Is it my kingdom to forge Life's signature?
My right?
For thy will never fathom
the marking of the Spotted Vulture
that Tears.
That bleeds blue....
A form as stained as grey
or a passion as pained as me?
For those who dont know,
spoken from the Wilde poetic fellow,
Life imitates Art
Is it my destiny to Love?
The bottom gives thy goosebumps of my flesh,
the mirror of mines
seeks justice
For what she sees is Empty
and what is Empty sees and knows all
Is it my kingdom to forge Life's signature?
My right?
For thy will never fathom
the marking of the Spotted Vulture
that Tears.
That bleeds blue....
845 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 5:15pm
4th Sep 2012 5:15pm
Gimmick Gremlins
There's a comedy in each breath,
defy the laughing gimmick gremlins at your
bed.
defy the laughing gimmick gremlins at your
bed.
629 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 7:11pm
3rd Sep 2012 7:11pm
Titleless
Art that means more than it rhymes
and means more than the artist' mind
threads flesh of its own is immortal wine.
and means more than the artist' mind
threads flesh of its own is immortal wine.
656 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 5:07am
3rd Sep 2012 5:07am
Do You Think Im a Whore? Part 2
Life itself is unreasonable.
it was Life that killed me and Death that kept me driving down whatever He has me going
because fighting is all I ever had.
Why are the beautiful monsters so inconsiderate ? Never mind
my self-imploding. The poet in me loves the passion,
the other pieces of me lie in
that box, longing to be
touched, though intangible.
They must think I'm innocent.
My will wounded
on my scarred brown skin by the pearl, the plastic seam leaving it's white scar...
Time traveling will only slow...
it was Life that killed me and Death that kept me driving down whatever He has me going
because fighting is all I ever had.
Why are the beautiful monsters so inconsiderate ? Never mind
my self-imploding. The poet in me loves the passion,
the other pieces of me lie in
that box, longing to be
touched, though intangible.
They must think I'm innocent.
My will wounded
on my scarred brown skin by the pearl, the plastic seam leaving it's white scar...
Time traveling will only slow...
775 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2012 4:38am
2nd Sep 2012 4:38am
Do You Think Im a Whore? Part 1
The rose cried
under my breath as I swallowed her whole
Her stem lays on the table
a reminder for the lost petals of my wickes days
I slowly succumb into sleep, but she is nothing
more than relentless,
granting me unwlecome visits
as I loathe the little girl in me
the living dead whore is who I saw,
I hammered her to pieces long ago
as I did my heart, for no one merits it,
but self -omission has its own way of healing
unlike that pearl
...
under my breath as I swallowed her whole
Her stem lays on the table
a reminder for the lost petals of my wickes days
I slowly succumb into sleep, but she is nothing
more than relentless,
granting me unwlecome visits
as I loathe the little girl in me
the living dead whore is who I saw,
I hammered her to pieces long ago
as I did my heart, for no one merits it,
but self -omission has its own way of healing
unlike that pearl
...
862 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 10:00pm
31st Aug 2012 10:00pm
A Dryad's Last Stand
Dirty girl
Thorn bush
pricks her thighs- willow up ahead
Caution, for she eats roses
NO lie,
she doesn't care
Carelessness I so despise
society of turmoil-
system of decline
Patterns of smirch the
only beauty
on this atlas- corrupts my lids
I scream for her to get
out of the tree
Vultures soaring for the
living dead
Her feet hits the ground
bark scratches on her breasts and knees,
but her head was never found.
Thorn bush
pricks her thighs- willow up ahead
Caution, for she eats roses
NO lie,
she doesn't care
Carelessness I so despise
society of turmoil-
system of decline
Patterns of smirch the
only beauty
on this atlas- corrupts my lids
I scream for her to get
out of the tree
Vultures soaring for the
living dead
Her feet hits the ground
bark scratches on her breasts and knees,
but her head was never found.
782 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 9:53pm
31st Aug 2012 9:53pm
Paught
Pass me a bowl full of sun, his
ashes creep under the dew of my skirts
undo the grapevines of uncertainty, for i never had a
god to show me the way,but
hell so far has made me look above to see it, and it
taught me to strengthen my bridges, the love of a
man is too tragic to depend on
Pass me a bowl full of darkness, the
atrocity of sunsets gifts the increase of my suffering
undress the woman i am inside, for i never had a
goddess
Helium can only fill me so much, 'til i burst and unite with Wind
teach me to ignore the woman's...
ashes creep under the dew of my skirts
undo the grapevines of uncertainty, for i never had a
god to show me the way,but
hell so far has made me look above to see it, and it
taught me to strengthen my bridges, the love of a
man is too tragic to depend on
Pass me a bowl full of darkness, the
atrocity of sunsets gifts the increase of my suffering
undress the woman i am inside, for i never had a
goddess
Helium can only fill me so much, 'til i burst and unite with Wind
teach me to ignore the woman's...
888 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 10:47pm
30th Aug 2012 10:47pm
A Girl Said to the Universe
A girl said to the universe:
" i dont know my purpose in such a man's world ,sir!"
" Astronomy will get the best of you, " replied the Universe.
The girl looks unto the sky. "What?"
The Universe says: " There's a star in your womb"
" i dont know my purpose in such a man's world ,sir!"
" Astronomy will get the best of you, " replied the Universe.
The girl looks unto the sky. "What?"
The Universe says: " There's a star in your womb"
1143 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 10:28pm
30th Aug 2012 10:28pm
Living With Dead People
Living with Dead People
I'm living with dead people
They roam, skitter, stomp, and run in the hallways
they cook tasteless food. feeding me with the seasoning of relentless anger
They disturb my most irreplacable thoughts
They command at me. Nost of all, i can hear them. So loud.
Right now they're screaming at me.
Yelling. Banging at my bedroom door.
Looking at me. Shoving their black and brown eyes at me
They're so dead. Faithless. hopeless. And even worse.
Still . Screaming.
I tune them out as much as i could.
Feel my...
I'm living with dead people
They roam, skitter, stomp, and run in the hallways
they cook tasteless food. feeding me with the seasoning of relentless anger
They disturb my most irreplacable thoughts
They command at me. Nost of all, i can hear them. So loud.
Right now they're screaming at me.
Yelling. Banging at my bedroom door.
Looking at me. Shoving their black and brown eyes at me
They're so dead. Faithless. hopeless. And even worse.
Still . Screaming.
I tune them out as much as i could.
Feel my...
812 reads
4 Comments
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