Submissions by hemalata (Solivagant)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is not a choice. It is where I run to when there seems to be nothing, where I find substance in what seems to be meaningless. Words are my oxygen.
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 10:47pm
19th Apr 2014 10:47pm
Expectations
You know what my problem is?
I don't have enough time to make everyone happy
Give me two more days a week
Maybe I can fit all these demands
liquidizing to pay expenses?
I don't even know what that means
But I promise you I am killing myself
trying to make it all O.K.
without knowing exactly how I do that
I got almost all the expenses taken away
Didn't I?
And I know I spend money on groceries
But I'll stop I swear
I'll eat nothing but carrots and air
Because this knot of stress in my stomach
fills me so much more than food can...
I don't have enough time to make everyone happy
Give me two more days a week
Maybe I can fit all these demands
liquidizing to pay expenses?
I don't even know what that means
But I promise you I am killing myself
trying to make it all O.K.
without knowing exactly how I do that
I got almost all the expenses taken away
Didn't I?
And I know I spend money on groceries
But I'll stop I swear
I'll eat nothing but carrots and air
Because this knot of stress in my stomach
fills me so much more than food can...
624 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2014 3:25am
17th Apr 2014 3:25am
The Mirror
Every morning, I look in the mirror
To see 10 variations
Of the word ugly
I squeeze the fat around my stomach
Run my hands in claws
Down the red marks on my face
Down the tangled mess on my head
Combining into a result
That will never be what
a California blonde girl
Is supposed to look like
In this mirror,
All I see are imperfections
Insults springing like habits
To my mind
Before I can even
Drink my morning coffee
And comprehend a simple conversation
I am able to hate myself
And this hate is not an obligation...
To see 10 variations
Of the word ugly
I squeeze the fat around my stomach
Run my hands in claws
Down the red marks on my face
Down the tangled mess on my head
Combining into a result
That will never be what
a California blonde girl
Is supposed to look like
In this mirror,
All I see are imperfections
Insults springing like habits
To my mind
Before I can even
Drink my morning coffee
And comprehend a simple conversation
I am able to hate myself
And this hate is not an obligation...
641 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2014 5:09am
13th Apr 2014 5:09am
Octopus Garden
I crave an octopus garden
Strawberry delight in
Adolescent cravings under
The first clumsy hand job
The first time you lied
With an “I love you”
And now I lie to society
Like the rest of us
The final fall of innocence
Santa Clause came at eleven
And fairy tale love soon after
What do you have left to believe in?
Gregory Allen and the trumpets
With vodka
Strawberry delight in
Adolescent cravings under
The first clumsy hand job
The first time you lied
With an “I love you”
And now I lie to society
Like the rest of us
The final fall of innocence
Santa Clause came at eleven
And fairy tale love soon after
What do you have left to believe in?
Gregory Allen and the trumpets
With vodka
635 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2014 5:05am
13th Apr 2014 5:05am
Fish
Breathe in and flap
yoga class for the aquamarine
trying to drown
in a glass bowl of dreams
but buy the self-help book
20 dollars a piece
just wait and see
we will fix you at the seams
patch up the scales
make the fins perfect points
dying inside?
We'll give you some ointment
yoga class for the aquamarine
trying to drown
in a glass bowl of dreams
but buy the self-help book
20 dollars a piece
just wait and see
we will fix you at the seams
patch up the scales
make the fins perfect points
dying inside?
We'll give you some ointment
641 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2014 11:07pm
11th Apr 2014 11:07pm
Second Time Around
When I had my first love
I dreamed up our future within two weeks
Married with two kids by 25
We would live together and live
off love and hugs
beneath e.t. tress
and he would eventually love me
even as he told me I was on
the
path
to
HELL.
Because love solves
But then love leaves
I didn't know that was possible
That one day you can hold his hand
and the next you can't
and you grow cynical
touch loses meaning
the big V becomes a piece of trash
you throw at random...
I dreamed up our future within two weeks
Married with two kids by 25
We would live together and live
off love and hugs
beneath e.t. tress
and he would eventually love me
even as he told me I was on
the
path
to
HELL.
Because love solves
But then love leaves
I didn't know that was possible
That one day you can hold his hand
and the next you can't
and you grow cynical
touch loses meaning
the big V becomes a piece of trash
you throw at random...
1108 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2014 7:19am
11th Apr 2014 7:19am
Sex Robots and Sea Monkeys
Strange green slime cures cancer
floating molecules now exist on Mars
did you know sea monkeys
are the smartest on earth?
running microscopic test labs
from the DNA left on
our fingers as we feed them
better than the silly
humans looking for answers
without asking any question
step 1/4: boy finds happiness
in arms of sex robot
women deemed no longer necessary
to be submitted to reproductive
labs immediately
without men we do not exist
is that true
assumptions built on the necessity
of wedding rings found
in sea...
floating molecules now exist on Mars
did you know sea monkeys
are the smartest on earth?
running microscopic test labs
from the DNA left on
our fingers as we feed them
better than the silly
humans looking for answers
without asking any question
step 1/4: boy finds happiness
in arms of sex robot
women deemed no longer necessary
to be submitted to reproductive
labs immediately
without men we do not exist
is that true
assumptions built on the necessity
of wedding rings found
in sea...
666 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Apr 2014 7:00am
11th Apr 2014 7:00am
Buildings
If you were a sky scraper
I would make chicken little scream
"The sky is falling"
As I crashed to Earth
Never make you simply reach for me
I would rather be an office worker
9-5 grind
if I could only be within your frames
I'll be your secretary, sir
bend me over your desk
and rip the seam off my pencil skirt
as you fuck me over paper work
fuck paperwork
Literally.
Love me, want me, I'm yours to take
Does that make me weak?
BDSM
That word scares me
But I kinda want you to own me
Master,...
I would make chicken little scream
"The sky is falling"
As I crashed to Earth
Never make you simply reach for me
I would rather be an office worker
9-5 grind
if I could only be within your frames
I'll be your secretary, sir
bend me over your desk
and rip the seam off my pencil skirt
as you fuck me over paper work
fuck paperwork
Literally.
Love me, want me, I'm yours to take
Does that make me weak?
BDSM
That word scares me
But I kinda want you to own me
Master,...
642 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 8:09am
10th Apr 2014 8:09am
Innocente
Playing house on the second floor
screams when the lights turn off
little girls grab dolls and run
searching for mommy
not realizing that this is life
welcome to our game of house
sorry the lights turned off
it was electricity or food
we have no mommy to help
when we scream silently
instead we drink the darkness
as it covers us in waterfalls
truth and evil grinding together
like our bodies
death of innocence coming out in
soft moans
of a girl who
no longer plays with dolls
screams when the lights turn off
little girls grab dolls and run
searching for mommy
not realizing that this is life
welcome to our game of house
sorry the lights turned off
it was electricity or food
we have no mommy to help
when we scream silently
instead we drink the darkness
as it covers us in waterfalls
truth and evil grinding together
like our bodies
death of innocence coming out in
soft moans
of a girl who
no longer plays with dolls
646 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 7:46am
9th Apr 2014 7:46am
Yours
Getting high in bathrooms
used to be cool
holding the joint
Lana del Ray style
as he blew smoke circles
and I played my own
Tragedy
So dramatic and glamorous
to my stoned eyes
blowing at my reflection
Recollection taints this cool
cool loses its definition
when you remember the numbness
the self-hate
consideration of sleeping pills
as an option to end the way
he looked at you
the way that "he" meant every man
because you belonged to all of them
and none of them
never deciding which it was
was it...
used to be cool
holding the joint
Lana del Ray style
as he blew smoke circles
and I played my own
Tragedy
So dramatic and glamorous
to my stoned eyes
blowing at my reflection
Recollection taints this cool
cool loses its definition
when you remember the numbness
the self-hate
consideration of sleeping pills
as an option to end the way
he looked at you
the way that "he" meant every man
because you belonged to all of them
and none of them
never deciding which it was
was it...
570 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 7:39am
9th Apr 2014 7:39am
Cherry Chapstick
Cherry Chap Stick searching for love
Seeks long walks in desert
Long cracks in lipstick stains
Sad girls needing an action for the mirror
Anything to make us feel needed
Fake reassurance as the seal goes on
Dried out in an hour to be
Reapplied
Again and again
The definition of insanity
Is to repeat the same motion
Over and over again
Expecting the same result
If you are my Chap stick
Then baby
I’m insane.
Seeks long walks in desert
Long cracks in lipstick stains
Sad girls needing an action for the mirror
Anything to make us feel needed
Fake reassurance as the seal goes on
Dried out in an hour to be
Reapplied
Again and again
The definition of insanity
Is to repeat the same motion
Over and over again
Expecting the same result
If you are my Chap stick
Then baby
I’m insane.
701 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2013 5:53am
26th Oct 2013 5:53am
Puppet
I am not your puppet
not your blank-eyed doll
you may not cuff my hands in string
to play your perfect girl
you tell me "sit and be pretty"
we both know I'll never succeed
playing with perfection never quenched these dreams
so replace the air with prisons of string
try and force a dance
but I am not your puppet
Never will I perform for you.
not your blank-eyed doll
you may not cuff my hands in string
to play your perfect girl
you tell me "sit and be pretty"
we both know I'll never succeed
playing with perfection never quenched these dreams
so replace the air with prisons of string
try and force a dance
but I am not your puppet
Never will I perform for you.
761 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2013 5:42am
26th Oct 2013 5:42am
It Hurts
i][i]It hurts to be wrong
the villain of the story
alone, completely desolate
in a valley of human beings
It hurts to fear the outside
looking for the cold brown eyes
uncaring kiss goodbye
by the boy you’ve always loved
That word he uses, easy
it’s undeniable, too true
your legs blossomed open to his fingers
Just like he knew you would
Just like you always do
It hurts to see the ghosts
the one soul you could spend eternity with
to enter an empty room
missing the dirty plates she never took to the kitchen
seeing the blurry...
the villain of the story
alone, completely desolate
in a valley of human beings
It hurts to fear the outside
looking for the cold brown eyes
uncaring kiss goodbye
by the boy you’ve always loved
That word he uses, easy
it’s undeniable, too true
your legs blossomed open to his fingers
Just like he knew you would
Just like you always do
It hurts to see the ghosts
the one soul you could spend eternity with
to enter an empty room
missing the dirty plates she never took to the kitchen
seeing the blurry...
680 reads
2 Comments
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