Submissions by forever-for_real (Tess Stoops)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write. Always.
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 5:43pm
26th Jan 2011 5:43pm
Razor Kandi
Reality sets in.
All knowing.
Zelous hunger.
Open wounds.
Reality bleeds out.
All knowing.
Zelous hunger.
Open wounds.
Reality bleeds out.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2011 3:57am
14th Jan 2011 3:57am
The Loss
I want to punch walls
and break mirrors.
Shatter the lies that surround me.
I'm as empty as my stomach.
By choice.
Nobody can save me now.
shredded paper skin
rocks in my gut.
I'm starving for love.
Stop shoving this garbage
down my throat.
I'll puke hate
all over
your attempts.
He said he'd never leave.
and break mirrors.
Shatter the lies that surround me.
I'm as empty as my stomach.
By choice.
Nobody can save me now.
shredded paper skin
rocks in my gut.
I'm starving for love.
Stop shoving this garbage
down my throat.
I'll puke hate
all over
your attempts.
He said he'd never leave.
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2011 3:47am
14th Jan 2011 3:47am
Trusting the Liars: Jerry's Poem
True, I deserve this
ruined palace I call home
useless words
stupid promises, broken
the walls that smother.
Loose tongues and spite
I weave in my web
empty windows reflecting
shadows in my eyes
True, I lie
rusted truth destroyed
unused
silent
the one you refuse
My impudence furies you,
Empty your soul.
Look me in the eye
I hate your essence.
all that you are
ruthless enemy, unworthy of opponent.
ruined palace I call home
useless words
stupid promises, broken
the walls that smother.
Loose tongues and spite
I weave in my web
empty windows reflecting
shadows in my eyes
True, I lie
rusted truth destroyed
unused
silent
the one you refuse
My impudence furies you,
Empty your soul.
Look me in the eye
I hate your essence.
all that you are
ruthless enemy, unworthy of opponent.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2011 8:51pm
6th Jan 2011 8:51pm
I'll Miss You, My Bluest Rose
Hidden in corners, and books with cutout pages,
I hide her shattered remains,
In packs of Marlboros,
Reds, her favorites,
and pill bottles emptied
in the cool summer nights.
In betwen the pages of the books she read,
more in the ones she wrote,
her voice still echoes
and yet still, a sliver under the mattress,
and a splash in the dragon-clad flask,
scream in eternal denial,
that I have taken over.
Droplets of her blood stain
her old sheets,
my bed amongst the carnage,
my bones against her cold, lingering presence.
When I...
I hide her shattered remains,
In packs of Marlboros,
Reds, her favorites,
and pill bottles emptied
in the cool summer nights.
In betwen the pages of the books she read,
more in the ones she wrote,
her voice still echoes
and yet still, a sliver under the mattress,
and a splash in the dragon-clad flask,
scream in eternal denial,
that I have taken over.
Droplets of her blood stain
her old sheets,
my bed amongst the carnage,
my bones against her cold, lingering presence.
When I...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Jan 2011 1:46am
5th Jan 2011 1:46am
Letter Left In A Desk Drawer
Dear Friend,
I have so many things I would love to tell you. I would love to tell you I'm healing and doing great. I could write you a book for all the things you've done for me. Maybe on day, I will. Until then while I'm trapped in this downward spiral, I'll give you a look form my end, a walk in my shoes.
Every morning, when I wake up to my mom pounding on the wall, I wish I hadn't. When I pull on my clothes they feel like iced barbed-wire on my skin. I gather my things and trudge down the stairs, dizzy, wobbling, ready to fall. I can't even say I'm semi-conscious.
Either it's...
I have so many things I would love to tell you. I would love to tell you I'm healing and doing great. I could write you a book for all the things you've done for me. Maybe on day, I will. Until then while I'm trapped in this downward spiral, I'll give you a look form my end, a walk in my shoes.
Every morning, when I wake up to my mom pounding on the wall, I wish I hadn't. When I pull on my clothes they feel like iced barbed-wire on my skin. I gather my things and trudge down the stairs, dizzy, wobbling, ready to fall. I can't even say I'm semi-conscious.
Either it's...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 11:36pm
31st Dec 2010 11:36pm
Perfection
Ah...
The sound of digesting flesh is beauitful, is it not?
Purity of bones and skin
(I"ll never feel pain again)
Empty, hollow, all alone,
I know what it's like to die
(Nobody ever wondered why)
With silent plates
empty forks descend
(I wanted it to end)
I never took a moment to think about you,
drowning in the sea of my ignorance
(These aren't your steps to dance)
I'll let my own ignorance
eat me away
(It's not my place to stay)
Hate consumes me
tainting my tongue, my eyes
(all they ever saw were lies)
You...
The sound of digesting flesh is beauitful, is it not?
Purity of bones and skin
(I"ll never feel pain again)
Empty, hollow, all alone,
I know what it's like to die
(Nobody ever wondered why)
With silent plates
empty forks descend
(I wanted it to end)
I never took a moment to think about you,
drowning in the sea of my ignorance
(These aren't your steps to dance)
I'll let my own ignorance
eat me away
(It's not my place to stay)
Hate consumes me
tainting my tongue, my eyes
(all they ever saw were lies)
You...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 6:09am
31st Dec 2010 6:09am
Jim Beam and I Are No Longer On Speaking Terms
It's the smell of danger and fun that entices me,
the promise getting drunk gives.
Somethings going to happen.
I drink until the bottles drained.
"you got a curfew don't you?"
that's right, I'm too young for you.
"that skirt says otherwise"
White lightning sizzle on my tongue,
what is this?
Bitter powder pasted on the bottom of my glass.
Well, fuck.
Swirls of life pass around me,
the great and terrible thing,
whooshing in my ears.
Warmth floods my hands,
uncontrollable desire meets incapable flesh.
Amongst...
the promise getting drunk gives.
Somethings going to happen.
I drink until the bottles drained.
"you got a curfew don't you?"
that's right, I'm too young for you.
"that skirt says otherwise"
White lightning sizzle on my tongue,
what is this?
Bitter powder pasted on the bottom of my glass.
Well, fuck.
Swirls of life pass around me,
the great and terrible thing,
whooshing in my ears.
Warmth floods my hands,
uncontrollable desire meets incapable flesh.
Amongst...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 5:32am
31st Dec 2010 5:32am
The Handcuffs
These metal bonds
have seen my wrists
entangled in their vice-like grip.
Never yours though,
too busy making me submissive.
Your game, your rules, your win.
Pulling my hair,
striking my skin.
They've seen others regardless.
When I can take no more of your perverted torture
and long for a softer touch,
a chance to hold my own ground,
They've seen others.
When my heros come to call
with gentle strokes
and soft whispers,
silent pleas,
then it's my turn.
And with their hands bound,
and skin crawling with want,
and...
have seen my wrists
entangled in their vice-like grip.
Never yours though,
too busy making me submissive.
Your game, your rules, your win.
Pulling my hair,
striking my skin.
They've seen others regardless.
When I can take no more of your perverted torture
and long for a softer touch,
a chance to hold my own ground,
They've seen others.
When my heros come to call
with gentle strokes
and soft whispers,
silent pleas,
then it's my turn.
And with their hands bound,
and skin crawling with want,
and...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2010 8:37am
26th Dec 2010 8:37am
Hint Two: I Lied
Yes love,
I lied.
You must look past that.
You have to see the truth.
Don't leave me here, in shambles,
you, my friend,
are my last resort.
I sound taunting
and I am.
Because
she loves me
as much as you.
Can't you see that?
I promised you
so much.
But I can't.
Unless
you
look.
Look at me, this is my only hope,
because nothing else,
nothing
will.
I reluctantly
want
to be saved.
I
am afraid to die,
more afraid to live,
most afraid
to be alone,
unheard.
I'll piece...
I lied.
You must look past that.
You have to see the truth.
Don't leave me here, in shambles,
you, my friend,
are my last resort.
I sound taunting
and I am.
Because
she loves me
as much as you.
Can't you see that?
I promised you
so much.
But I can't.
Unless
you
look.
Look at me, this is my only hope,
because nothing else,
nothing
will.
I reluctantly
want
to be saved.
I
am afraid to die,
more afraid to live,
most afraid
to be alone,
unheard.
I'll piece...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Dec 2010 5:38pm
25th Dec 2010 5:38pm
This Girl, This Demon
You sleep beside me at night.
Sighing softly,
shivering.
Your bones pressed against me,
hollow, like a bird
(light as a feather)
like an angel.
I listen closely,
because at any moment,
your stuttering, abused heart
might
just
stop.
I think back to a time
when you whispered your wishes to me,
" a castle, a prince, to be famous, to be..."
(thin as a rail)
"beautiful."
I didn't understand. I still don't.
How could you want this?
I watched but didn't see,
under your gray sweater,
your...
Sighing softly,
shivering.
Your bones pressed against me,
hollow, like a bird
(light as a feather)
like an angel.
I listen closely,
because at any moment,
your stuttering, abused heart
might
just
stop.
I think back to a time
when you whispered your wishes to me,
" a castle, a prince, to be famous, to be..."
(thin as a rail)
"beautiful."
I didn't understand. I still don't.
How could you want this?
I watched but didn't see,
under your gray sweater,
your...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2010 7:27pm
3rd Dec 2010 7:27pm
Games Laced With Disorders, Hiding the Truth
Streetlights
give me a glowing pallor,
illuminating my eyes
as I look
for you.
Skin flashing in the dim,
singsong voice,
"don't run from me Jack,
you know I'll find you"
Hushed chuckles
prick my lust,
god I love your voice.
"come get me Brina,
or I'll get you"
I press my back against
brick.
Tip-toe to the alley.
Stillettoes on asphalt,
click, click, click.
Silence.
I scan for your strong arms when
"gotcha!"
hands wrap around my throat,
pinning me to the cold walls.
A...
give me a glowing pallor,
illuminating my eyes
as I look
for you.
Skin flashing in the dim,
singsong voice,
"don't run from me Jack,
you know I'll find you"
Hushed chuckles
prick my lust,
god I love your voice.
"come get me Brina,
or I'll get you"
I press my back against
brick.
Tip-toe to the alley.
Stillettoes on asphalt,
click, click, click.
Silence.
I scan for your strong arms when
"gotcha!"
hands wrap around my throat,
pinning me to the cold walls.
A...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2010 6:22pm
3rd Dec 2010 6:22pm
Steel Ribbed Corset
I step into the snow
I feel cold,
but it's not cold,
not really.
Just me,
and my breath of frost.
I feel my guts grinding
against my cool steel ribs.
Jailed.
They want to be released.
I should let them,
but I'm selfish.
I like the rumbling voice of hunger,
and the burn of bile
they provide,
I can almost forget
I'm starving.
My guts
churn.
Remind me I'm alive.
It's so cold, sometimes I forget.
Forget...
forget......
forget to eat.
I feel cold,
but it's not cold,
not really.
Just me,
and my breath of frost.
I feel my guts grinding
against my cool steel ribs.
Jailed.
They want to be released.
I should let them,
but I'm selfish.
I like the rumbling voice of hunger,
and the burn of bile
they provide,
I can almost forget
I'm starving.
My guts
churn.
Remind me I'm alive.
It's so cold, sometimes I forget.
Forget...
forget......
forget to eat.
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