Submissions by forever-for_real (Tess Stoops)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write. Always.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2010 10:13pm
27th Jul 2010 10:13pm
I Forgive You, But Not You, You Lying Little Prick
I'll say it
I forgive you.
Because you care so much.
(insert sarcasm here)
But genuinely I'm so happy.
Happier than I ever would have been if he was here.
Well,
if he was with me,
because he's not with you right now either is he?
Guess what.
I'm not lying alone right now.
There's someone next to me.
Not five states away.
And he's better.
So much better, it's actually me who is sorry.
I have something you will never know.
And it's ok because I know you like what you have.
But honestly,
it was never enough,
never would...
I forgive you.
Because you care so much.
(insert sarcasm here)
But genuinely I'm so happy.
Happier than I ever would have been if he was here.
Well,
if he was with me,
because he's not with you right now either is he?
Guess what.
I'm not lying alone right now.
There's someone next to me.
Not five states away.
And he's better.
So much better, it's actually me who is sorry.
I have something you will never know.
And it's ok because I know you like what you have.
But honestly,
it was never enough,
never would...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2010 3:53am
22nd Jul 2010 3:53am
Walking
In front of me is a road
and behind me is a wood
that I know I cannot enter
because I just came from there and it holds no value or meaning to me.
So I walk.
It's a familiar road.
I've walked it before, many times, it's bursting with memories.
So many times my loves, my friends, have trodden this path with me.
And yet I usually journey alone.
They leave me at their stops because mine is always the farthest, the last on the road.
I see the ghosts of my memories dancing in their place.
I always walk alone.
It is dark, I am alone, yet I am not...
and behind me is a wood
that I know I cannot enter
because I just came from there and it holds no value or meaning to me.
So I walk.
It's a familiar road.
I've walked it before, many times, it's bursting with memories.
So many times my loves, my friends, have trodden this path with me.
And yet I usually journey alone.
They leave me at their stops because mine is always the farthest, the last on the road.
I see the ghosts of my memories dancing in their place.
I always walk alone.
It is dark, I am alone, yet I am not...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jul 2010 6:14am
21st Jul 2010 6:14am
I love to say f**k
oh won't the dark just swallow me up now, i've been sitting in it so long i'm rooted in its apathy.
fuck when did i get like this,
or have i always been like this?
i wouldn't know would i?
i've always resided alone so no long-time friends can tell me if there was a time when i was happy.
maybe there never was.
fuck, what are those things called...in harry potter those gray things that suck the life out of you?
dementions? dementors! yeah those bastards would starve seeping life from me.
my ears ache from the ringing.
bells always accompany my mania....
fuck when did i get like this,
or have i always been like this?
i wouldn't know would i?
i've always resided alone so no long-time friends can tell me if there was a time when i was happy.
maybe there never was.
fuck, what are those things called...in harry potter those gray things that suck the life out of you?
dementions? dementors! yeah those bastards would starve seeping life from me.
my ears ache from the ringing.
bells always accompany my mania....
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2010 5:15am
18th Jul 2010 5:15am
If there was a category for painful feelings...
I will go back to school.
Sit through my classes
and you will watch me
drift away
Vicky,
I will never be a great basketball player
because
I will never play with all my heart
again.
Erika,
I will never blame you for the pain I felt
because
pain is better than nothing.
Kirsten,
I will never write
because
I will never be real again.
And when I'm eighteen
and I dropout
I will take my car and run
You and me will have one last drink
a toast to my soul.
We will cry all the tears that need to be shed, for our...
Sit through my classes
and you will watch me
drift away
Vicky,
I will never be a great basketball player
because
I will never play with all my heart
again.
Erika,
I will never blame you for the pain I felt
because
pain is better than nothing.
Kirsten,
I will never write
because
I will never be real again.
And when I'm eighteen
and I dropout
I will take my car and run
You and me will have one last drink
a toast to my soul.
We will cry all the tears that need to be shed, for our...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2010 4:52am
18th Jul 2010 4:52am
Shadow
I am your shadow
I creep in darkness until you
illuminate
my hiding places
my secret
corners
ripping away my cover
tearing off my disguise
and
exposing
my darkest weaknesses
my inner callings
my angels and
demons
You hold my being
in your grip
you vow to
give me
up, like I'm your latest
addiction, your heroine
in this story
your chance to get
away....
I creep in darkness until you
illuminate
my hiding places
my secret
corners
ripping away my cover
tearing off my disguise
and
exposing
my darkest weaknesses
my inner callings
my angels and
demons
You hold my being
in your grip
you vow to
give me
up, like I'm your latest
addiction, your heroine
in this story
your chance to get
away....
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2010 7:06pm
20th Jun 2010 7:06pm
I'm The One
I'm the one who sang in the streets as people walked by with sympathetic smiles.
I'm the one who yelled "shit!" in front of the officials, didn't care, and wasn't punished.
I'm the one who says "I can do anything I set my mind to."
I'm the one who stands in front of the mirror saying "do these colors clash enough?"
I'm THAT girl who has THAT reputation for doing THOSE things.
I'm the girl that got dissed for caring too much.
I'm the one who ain't scured of you, your friends, or your friends friends parents.
I'm the one who scured of...
I'm the one who yelled "shit!" in front of the officials, didn't care, and wasn't punished.
I'm the one who says "I can do anything I set my mind to."
I'm the one who stands in front of the mirror saying "do these colors clash enough?"
I'm THAT girl who has THAT reputation for doing THOSE things.
I'm the girl that got dissed for caring too much.
I'm the one who ain't scured of you, your friends, or your friends friends parents.
I'm the one who scured of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2010 6:42am
19th Jun 2010 6:42am
The Angel You Refuse To See
I listen to the rain
it calls to me
the rebel angel born
from tears of the sky
she never asked why.
The gods forsake her
and people shun
the rebel angel born
from the tears of the sky
she never asked why.
She rests alone
in the forest
she calls home
the rebel angel born
from the tears of the sky
she never asked why.
And in the darkness she lay
alone, condemmed
a world that didn't understand
a world that had rejected her
a place she would never walk
as one of another
a place unbeloved
the rebel angel...
it calls to me
the rebel angel born
from tears of the sky
she never asked why.
The gods forsake her
and people shun
the rebel angel born
from the tears of the sky
she never asked why.
She rests alone
in the forest
she calls home
the rebel angel born
from the tears of the sky
she never asked why.
And in the darkness she lay
alone, condemmed
a world that didn't understand
a world that had rejected her
a place she would never walk
as one of another
a place unbeloved
the rebel angel...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2010 00:11am
10th Jun 2010 00:11am
Precious Things Are Lost And Gained
I've lost what many hold dear
I gave it away really
Auctioned off a part of me
to the highest bidder
just to erase his memory
just to make me think
of someone else.
And I do think of someone new now.
I think of the life resting in me.
The precious mistake
I can't fix.
I refuse to fix.
My mistake which shouldn't have happened
is now an incompletible task
The life that he put in me
grows each day
It's not just about me now.
I promised to change
to make a different life, but
I can't bear this child.
It will drown...
I gave it away really
Auctioned off a part of me
to the highest bidder
just to erase his memory
just to make me think
of someone else.
And I do think of someone new now.
I think of the life resting in me.
The precious mistake
I can't fix.
I refuse to fix.
My mistake which shouldn't have happened
is now an incompletible task
The life that he put in me
grows each day
It's not just about me now.
I promised to change
to make a different life, but
I can't bear this child.
It will drown...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2010 5:26am
6th Jun 2010 5:26am
Better Than The Walk Of Shame
The nights lustful sweat
absorbed by the bedsheets reeks on your skin.
The alarm clock screeches
ten minutes too late.
No shower no chance
of clean clothes, no possibility
of slipping back home to grab any...
grab whatever you can find off the floor.
"Baby," he groans "stay with me"
"I can't...what if..."
Then you realize
no ones coming to look for you.
"You look so good in my shirt.."
It doesn't take much
to get you back to where you want to be...
It never does.
absorbed by the bedsheets reeks on your skin.
The alarm clock screeches
ten minutes too late.
No shower no chance
of clean clothes, no possibility
of slipping back home to grab any...
grab whatever you can find off the floor.
"Baby," he groans "stay with me"
"I can't...what if..."
Then you realize
no ones coming to look for you.
"You look so good in my shirt.."
It doesn't take much
to get you back to where you want to be...
It never does.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2010 5:19pm
27th May 2010 5:19pm
I Fail!!!!
I'm a devoted failure
I don't even do it correctly.
Take that.
Somehow
I manage to fail
without losing.
Impossible? Na.
I'm so bad I'm good
and I don't even care.
I don't even do it correctly.
Take that.
Somehow
I manage to fail
without losing.
Impossible? Na.
I'm so bad I'm good
and I don't even care.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2010 5:28pm
26th May 2010 5:28pm
that's all
"Tess is just Tess"
and that's all you can say
because you don't know me.
You never did.
Think of an adjective quick!
"Tess is....really tall"
Wow.
Epic save man,
epic stab in the heart.
and that's all you can say
because you don't know me.
You never did.
Think of an adjective quick!
"Tess is....really tall"
Wow.
Epic save man,
epic stab in the heart.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2010 5:12pm
26th May 2010 5:12pm
The Guy With All The Facial Piercings
Walking home from school
my friends
laughing around me.
We see him
as he walks toward us.
Pants sag low
wife-beater
mohawk and of course
two little barbs pricking the corners of his lips.
"hey tess" they say "that's your type of guy right there"
" i know right? i love the bad ones"
And I realize how sadly true this is.
Later, when I walk alone
piercing guy whips by on his bike
stops. turns around and comes back to me
"hey.....you got a number?"
I of course tell him I do......mentioning the...
my friends
laughing around me.
We see him
as he walks toward us.
Pants sag low
wife-beater
mohawk and of course
two little barbs pricking the corners of his lips.
"hey tess" they say "that's your type of guy right there"
" i know right? i love the bad ones"
And I realize how sadly true this is.
Later, when I walk alone
piercing guy whips by on his bike
stops. turns around and comes back to me
"hey.....you got a number?"
I of course tell him I do......mentioning the...
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