Submissions by flightlessangel97 (Autumn Day)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been a dark poet since I was a sperm, and I've been writing since I was an egg. Not really but you get the point.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 3:23pm
1st Mar 2012 3:23pm
Ashes in a Jar
Moving out of a trailer park includes
Deshingling your trailer.
Deshingling involves wasps,
Wasps induce Axe/Lighter blowtorches.
One sleek, blue can plus
One green cigarette lighter equals
A fiery death for the flying abomonations.
That lighter was borrowed from big-brother Chris—
Rest in peace, big brother.
“Spray the Axe, light the lighter,
Spray the Axe, light the lighter,”
He told me time and time again.
But of course I didn’t listen
To a word he said.
I lit the...
Deshingling your trailer.
Deshingling involves wasps,
Wasps induce Axe/Lighter blowtorches.
One sleek, blue can plus
One green cigarette lighter equals
A fiery death for the flying abomonations.
That lighter was borrowed from big-brother Chris—
Rest in peace, big brother.
“Spray the Axe, light the lighter,
Spray the Axe, light the lighter,”
He told me time and time again.
But of course I didn’t listen
To a word he said.
I lit the...
641 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 8:36pm
29th Feb 2012 8:36pm
Facade
I may smile, I may laugh, I may go through the motions.
But I am using a facade to hide my real emotions.
I use the facade to fool those that I can't confide to.
I may stand up high and look proud.
But the truth is that I am knee deep in the waters of despair behind my shroud.
I am a fooler.
A liar.
An actress.
A deceiver.
A hider.
Behind this facade is me.
The me that you may never see.
In this world of my facade,
I swim in these deep waters,
these dark waters.
...
But I am using a facade to hide my real emotions.
I use the facade to fool those that I can't confide to.
I may stand up high and look proud.
But the truth is that I am knee deep in the waters of despair behind my shroud.
I am a fooler.
A liar.
An actress.
A deceiver.
A hider.
Behind this facade is me.
The me that you may never see.
In this world of my facade,
I swim in these deep waters,
these dark waters.
...
906 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 8:31pm
29th Feb 2012 8:31pm
The Hands That Snatch
So I sit
In my room
With sounds
Everywhere
Banging from the walls
Footsteps on the ceiling
Scratches on the floor
And growling in the air
Then I see it
From the ceiling
A hand
Coming from above
A black hand
With bruises
Reaching towards me
Reaching for me
Then I see
Two more
From below
Clawing at the bed
Ripping my sheets
Shredding my covers
They reach for me
Grabbing...
In my room
With sounds
Everywhere
Banging from the walls
Footsteps on the ceiling
Scratches on the floor
And growling in the air
Then I see it
From the ceiling
A hand
Coming from above
A black hand
With bruises
Reaching towards me
Reaching for me
Then I see
Two more
From below
Clawing at the bed
Ripping my sheets
Shredding my covers
They reach for me
Grabbing...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 8:33pm
22nd Feb 2012 8:33pm
Heat of My Desire
In the still of the evening
Without sunlight to intrude,
I see the twilight in your eyes,
As the moon sets up the mood.
Playing music soft and low
While romance fills the air,
I can’t help but feel aroused,
The very moment you come near.
You submit to my embrace,
While candles flick their flame
And the smell of sweet perfume
Seems to drive my lust insane.
As I look into your eyes
And run my fingers through your hair,
I taste the...
Without sunlight to intrude,
I see the twilight in your eyes,
As the moon sets up the mood.
Playing music soft and low
While romance fills the air,
I can’t help but feel aroused,
The very moment you come near.
You submit to my embrace,
While candles flick their flame
And the smell of sweet perfume
Seems to drive my lust insane.
As I look into your eyes
And run my fingers through your hair,
I taste the...
1430 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 8:31pm
22nd Feb 2012 8:31pm
Further and Further
Further and further I seem
To drift away from life, and inside
I feel myself grow cold, bare
and exposed, standing
like the deciduous tree,
dark and plain against cold white snow.
I cannot pretend
that I never
struggled to hold onto that which
once burned within me, blazing
like firelight.
It wasn't stripped away.
Rather, I let it go,
little by little, just as the autumn tree
slowly sheds its vibrant leaves.
So...
To drift away from life, and inside
I feel myself grow cold, bare
and exposed, standing
like the deciduous tree,
dark and plain against cold white snow.
I cannot pretend
that I never
struggled to hold onto that which
once burned within me, blazing
like firelight.
It wasn't stripped away.
Rather, I let it go,
little by little, just as the autumn tree
slowly sheds its vibrant leaves.
So...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 3:32pm
16th Feb 2012 3:32pm
Proper Daughter's Role?
This is an abuse poem*
Dad staggered in, his eyes eerily lit,
The corners of his mouth foaming spit.
His demons planned an overnight stay.
I retreated to take the kids away,
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
I closed the door and they covered their heads,
As if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows,
Or they could silence my screams beneath their pillows.
Afterwards I hugged the little ones close to my chest,
'Till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest.
Only then did I let myself cry,
Only then did I let myself wonder...
Dad staggered in, his eyes eerily lit,
The corners of his mouth foaming spit.
His demons planned an overnight stay.
I retreated to take the kids away,
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
I closed the door and they covered their heads,
As if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows,
Or they could silence my screams beneath their pillows.
Afterwards I hugged the little ones close to my chest,
'Till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest.
Only then did I let myself cry,
Only then did I let myself wonder...
704 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 3:31pm
16th Feb 2012 3:31pm
Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to...
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to...
602 reads
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