Submissions by harliequin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love playing with words
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 10:06pm
29th Sep 2015 10:06pm
Xanax
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I was once prescribed
by doctors who told lies
whose eyes were blind
thanks to dollar signs
Xanax
And though it calmed my nerves
it also blurred
and obscured
the entire world
And sent me into black outs
I was found, lost in timelines
fast forwards sans rewind
a blank slate mind
with no account for time
Which made me feel even crazier
And though I couldn't panic
and was no longer erratic
not depressed or even manic
Just couldn't cope on Xanax
It just wasn't worth it...
I was once prescribed
by doctors who told lies
whose eyes were blind
thanks to dollar signs
Xanax
And though it calmed my nerves
it also blurred
and obscured
the entire world
And sent me into black outs
I was found, lost in timelines
fast forwards sans rewind
a blank slate mind
with no account for time
Which made me feel even crazier
And though I couldn't panic
and was no longer erratic
not depressed or even manic
Just couldn't cope on Xanax
It just wasn't worth it...
863 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Sep 2015 6:34pm
29th Sep 2015 6:34pm
Real Friends
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When I was sixteen, my boyfriend died the night I started dating him.
His name was Dylan Thomas Coyer, and some might argue that he wasn't my boyfriend. Some might say he had another girlfriend. I can't honestly tell you the truth in that. But I can tell you that we had spent about a week hanging out together, we had been cuddling and kissing that day, and I had hoped to spend more time with him than I was able to.
But he had a party to go to.
I'll admit, he wasn't really the best boyfriend material. He was...
When I was sixteen, my boyfriend died the night I started dating him.
His name was Dylan Thomas Coyer, and some might argue that he wasn't my boyfriend. Some might say he had another girlfriend. I can't honestly tell you the truth in that. But I can tell you that we had spent about a week hanging out together, we had been cuddling and kissing that day, and I had hoped to spend more time with him than I was able to.
But he had a party to go to.
I'll admit, he wasn't really the best boyfriend material. He was...
832 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Sep 2015 6:59am
29th Sep 2015 6:59am
Date Two Falls Through; Turns Impromptu
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Sunday was a bust.
I had spent the weekend with my family in Indiana, which I had planned on doing since before I met Him. Plans changed, ever so slightly, when He came along.
"When are you coming back?" he asked.
"Sunday"
"I'll see you Sunday, then..."
What should have been a day spent present with my family, was spent physically present and mentally on the future. I counted backwards on my fingers, accounting losing an hour when crossing the...
Sunday was a bust.
I had spent the weekend with my family in Indiana, which I had planned on doing since before I met Him. Plans changed, ever so slightly, when He came along.
"When are you coming back?" he asked.
"Sunday"
"I'll see you Sunday, then..."
What should have been a day spent present with my family, was spent physically present and mentally on the future. I counted backwards on my fingers, accounting losing an hour when crossing the...
823 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Sep 2015 10:50pm
24th Sep 2015 10:50pm
A Slip?
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Just between a week and two ago, I pulled my back out in the shower. Who knew it could lead me to an emotional conundrum of such mixed emotions as I've found myself in...
I've got a bad history of hurting myself. In many ways...but in this particular case, my back. Last winter, after shoveling three feet of snow from around my car, I slid in the compacted snow in the street, where the cars had carved their way through the treacherous powder. The winter before, I was lucky enough to hit the only 3 inches of ice...
Just between a week and two ago, I pulled my back out in the shower. Who knew it could lead me to an emotional conundrum of such mixed emotions as I've found myself in...
I've got a bad history of hurting myself. In many ways...but in this particular case, my back. Last winter, after shoveling three feet of snow from around my car, I slid in the compacted snow in the street, where the cars had carved their way through the treacherous powder. The winter before, I was lucky enough to hit the only 3 inches of ice...
999 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2015 12:10pm
24th Sep 2015 12:10pm
Must wait
Our hearts
beat hard
under stars
so bright
Ignite
Dreaming minds
Take flight
Lose sight
Of the lines
I've drawn
So long
Can't go on
Can't stop
Can't drop
What I've got
Rewind
Unwind
Give it time
I'm more
Than your
Chance to score
You'll find
I'm kind
And sublime
Just wait
You're great
But it's late
No kiss
Still bliss
Must resist
Our hearts
Beat hard
Under stars
beat hard
under stars
so bright
Ignite
Dreaming minds
Take flight
Lose sight
Of the lines
I've drawn
So long
Can't go on
Can't stop
Can't drop
What I've got
Rewind
Unwind
Give it time
I'm more
Than your
Chance to score
You'll find
I'm kind
And sublime
Just wait
You're great
But it's late
No kiss
Still bliss
Must resist
Our hearts
Beat hard
Under stars
630 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2015 4:36am
18th Sep 2015 4:36am
I've never been a gambling man (well woman) [or have I?]
Just a little taste
and I'm sinking low
ready to throw away
progress
for a little high
So long in sobriety;
to some it seems like
nothing
but a blip in time;
to me,
an eternity
And yet I'm willing
to put my
chips on the table
risk it all
gamble it away
when the house
always wins
Maybe I'll keep
[it]
my chips
in my pants
At least for tonight.
One day at a time.
and I'm sinking low
ready to throw away
progress
for a little high
So long in sobriety;
to some it seems like
nothing
but a blip in time;
to me,
an eternity
And yet I'm willing
to put my
chips on the table
risk it all
gamble it away
when the house
always wins
Maybe I'll keep
[it]
my chips
in my pants
At least for tonight.
One day at a time.
675 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 9:51pm
11th Sep 2015 9:51pm
[Chicago] A Night on the Town
high
alive and
driving
Lake Shore Drive
[LSD]
the night
in our veins
caught
like moths
drawn
to lights
to geysers
manic cackle
gleaming incisors
breathe
the mist
feel the
rush
Buckingham
GUSH
Michigan hushed
stoned
barefoot tiptoes
on flagstones
lights flash
puddles splash
wriggle through wire
heart afire
taboo
terrain
after the rain
eyes ablaze
starstruck
through the haze ...
alive and
driving
Lake Shore Drive
[LSD]
the night
in our veins
caught
like moths
drawn
to lights
to geysers
manic cackle
gleaming incisors
breathe
the mist
feel the
rush
Buckingham
GUSH
Michigan hushed
stoned
barefoot tiptoes
on flagstones
lights flash
puddles splash
wriggle through wire
heart afire
taboo
terrain
after the rain
eyes ablaze
starstruck
through the haze ...
663 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 1:02pm
9th Sep 2015 1:02pm
Altruism
Lord
help me
accept
giving a blessing
without
expecting
something in return
.
707 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 7:10am
9th Sep 2015 7:10am
Snippets
.
i.
All she wanted was
approval
acceptance
attention
affection
acknowledgement
to be
a part
instead
she's always
apart
ii.
schism
of emotional masochism
amidst the other prisms
of individualism
iii.
how erotic
it is
to pick
apart
the ticking
mechanism
of your mind
iv.
My heart
beaten
against a wall
poured out
and scrambled
at your feet
v.
i'm tired ...
611 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 4:58am
9th Sep 2015 4:58am
Expectations
Why do I always expect
more than people can give
Always-disappointed
is no way to live
more than people can give
Always-disappointed
is no way to live
760 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2015 1:19am
7th Sep 2015 1:19am
Wake Me Up
I lay leaden
body soaking into sheets
pooling beneath
open lids that
immediately retract back
lashes loving cheeks
Go back to sleep.
body soaking into sheets
pooling beneath
open lids that
immediately retract back
lashes loving cheeks
Go back to sleep.
711 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2015 9:49am
5th Sep 2015 9:49am
Six Degrees of Sex Addiction
submitted to calamatygin's "Six Degrees of Separation" competition...though I did not follow the rules
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Six degrees?
Who needs six, give me one...
I'll show you on my knees
on my back
no matter position
backtrack, sidetrack; wise crack
[smile]
so slanted
looking back on days past
always disenchanted
Name a place
anyplace and my mind
connects, somehow, a face
or a cock
measuring each season -
a hand-span on a clock
Life measured
on who, how and why, or
how often...
.
.
Six degrees?
Who needs six, give me one...
I'll show you on my knees
on my back
no matter position
backtrack, sidetrack; wise crack
[smile]
so slanted
looking back on days past
always disenchanted
Name a place
anyplace and my mind
connects, somehow, a face
or a cock
measuring each season -
a hand-span on a clock
Life measured
on who, how and why, or
how often...
637 reads
8 Comments
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