Submissions by heyitsraye
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2013 5:03pm
12th May 2013 5:03pm
Alive?
I wish my mother would've told me
That life didn't start when I took my first breath and
Shed my first tear.
It's all these years later that I'm still waiting
For that spark,
That place that is so wholly me
Where my face is the final corner peice
Only symmetrical there because it only belongs
There.
No where else, no one else.
My heart beats only half as much
As it should.
It skips, always skips, a delayed staccato
Conscious of its semi-conscious state.
Where is the...
That life didn't start when I took my first breath and
Shed my first tear.
It's all these years later that I'm still waiting
For that spark,
That place that is so wholly me
Where my face is the final corner peice
Only symmetrical there because it only belongs
There.
No where else, no one else.
My heart beats only half as much
As it should.
It skips, always skips, a delayed staccato
Conscious of its semi-conscious state.
Where is the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 5:02am
9th Apr 2013 5:02am
Disappointment
It's quite like the sickly-sweet aroma
Of wrinkled dead rose petals in your nose.
Except it's his voice, dulcet, painful tones
Ringing knell-like punches in your eardrums.
He tells you again how special you are
How beautiful, wonderful, kind, and smart
Yet it follows, the wilted, thorn'd refrain:
The status of his unmoveable heart.
There's nothing more you could've done,
No truths you could've spoken
It simply lies that he has lied
And all of his promises are broken.
Of wrinkled dead rose petals in your nose.
Except it's his voice, dulcet, painful tones
Ringing knell-like punches in your eardrums.
He tells you again how special you are
How beautiful, wonderful, kind, and smart
Yet it follows, the wilted, thorn'd refrain:
The status of his unmoveable heart.
There's nothing more you could've done,
No truths you could've spoken
It simply lies that he has lied
And all of his promises are broken.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 4:45am
9th Apr 2013 4:45am
Losing Him
I'm losing him
In that smog of alcohol and sadness.
I reach my hand out
But he wanders farther from it,
Blind to it.
I call out to him
But my words are garbled senseless
Echoing and re-echoing in the chambers
Of his despair.
It makes so many peices of my soul ache
To witness this.
But what can I do?
What can I say?
He isn't mine to save
But someone ought to.
If he wants to drown
Should I let him?
If he wants to drown
Can I stop him?...
In that smog of alcohol and sadness.
I reach my hand out
But he wanders farther from it,
Blind to it.
I call out to him
But my words are garbled senseless
Echoing and re-echoing in the chambers
Of his despair.
It makes so many peices of my soul ache
To witness this.
But what can I do?
What can I say?
He isn't mine to save
But someone ought to.
If he wants to drown
Should I let him?
If he wants to drown
Can I stop him?...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 9:43pm
17th Mar 2013 9:43pm
Wanton Heart
God help my poor heart,
The over-flowing, ever-beating thing.
Wanton organ,
Yearning for what can never be,
Why are you determined
To dismember
All sense, all reason,
And all the walls that protect me?
The over-flowing, ever-beating thing.
Wanton organ,
Yearning for what can never be,
Why are you determined
To dismember
All sense, all reason,
And all the walls that protect me?
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 9:20pm
17th Mar 2013 9:20pm
This is the Story of Seamus O'Flanderghanagan
Seamus is famous
I’ll here tell you why
For one year ago
He spat in the eye
Of one Mayor Bishop,
A scurrilous rogue,
Who sang like a canary
But looked like a toad.
But why, do you ask
Did he spit in the eye
Of this one Mayor Bishop?
Well I’ll tell you why.
Seamus was the town drunkard
And Mayor Bishop the priest
One preferred praying
The other preferred yeast.
On this day yon year ago
Mayor Bishop did a-spy
Merry Seamus O’Flanderghanagan
Waist deep in his whiskey malt dry.
“Shame!” Cried the...
I’ll here tell you why
For one year ago
He spat in the eye
Of one Mayor Bishop,
A scurrilous rogue,
Who sang like a canary
But looked like a toad.
But why, do you ask
Did he spit in the eye
Of this one Mayor Bishop?
Well I’ll tell you why.
Seamus was the town drunkard
And Mayor Bishop the priest
One preferred praying
The other preferred yeast.
On this day yon year ago
Mayor Bishop did a-spy
Merry Seamus O’Flanderghanagan
Waist deep in his whiskey malt dry.
“Shame!” Cried the...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 2:51am
16th Mar 2013 2:51am
In the Voice of my Inner-Demon
Why hello there my pretty one!
Yes, it's that time again,
Time to unlock the padlocks
To free and let swing closed doors.
Oh, I see how you shiver
Shaking and quaking at my approach
Your expectant fear to me is like
A lover on the edge of a bed, just waiting
To be ravaged and carressed.
Ah, look! It's the corridors of your mind,
The ones you dare not venture into
But I know in the dark shadows of night
You hear the moaning and wailing of what you
Have locked in there.
...
Yes, it's that time again,
Time to unlock the padlocks
To free and let swing closed doors.
Oh, I see how you shiver
Shaking and quaking at my approach
Your expectant fear to me is like
A lover on the edge of a bed, just waiting
To be ravaged and carressed.
Ah, look! It's the corridors of your mind,
The ones you dare not venture into
But I know in the dark shadows of night
You hear the moaning and wailing of what you
Have locked in there.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 2:39am
16th Mar 2013 2:39am
Something
Something tainted
Is a question without
An exact answer
On the tip of your tongue.
The instinct that your twisting gut
Knows something you should,
But do not.
Something poisoned
Was pure once upon a very long time ago
A regret. A mistake. Ashamed.
A sweet taste gone sour in your mouth
And a pain in your chest as disappointment
Fills your every pore, every cell,
Every inch.
Something
Can knock you down into darkness
As you realize, as you fathom
...
Is a question without
An exact answer
On the tip of your tongue.
The instinct that your twisting gut
Knows something you should,
But do not.
Something poisoned
Was pure once upon a very long time ago
A regret. A mistake. Ashamed.
A sweet taste gone sour in your mouth
And a pain in your chest as disappointment
Fills your every pore, every cell,
Every inch.
Something
Can knock you down into darkness
As you realize, as you fathom
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 5:16am
8th Mar 2013 5:16am
In the Voice of a Library Book
So many fingers stroke my spine
So many eyes linger on my name
Fascinated by the secrets that lie
Between my covers.
My title is pleasing, my binding as well
I am often judged as fair, and so intrigued
They take me off my shelf
And bring me home.
I remember how they each read me
Late at night. In their rooms.
In their beds.
How their hands turned page after page!
How their lips turned upward at my words!
I remember the finality of the moment
Their eyes glazed and their...
So many eyes linger on my name
Fascinated by the secrets that lie
Between my covers.
My title is pleasing, my binding as well
I am often judged as fair, and so intrigued
They take me off my shelf
And bring me home.
I remember how they each read me
Late at night. In their rooms.
In their beds.
How their hands turned page after page!
How their lips turned upward at my words!
I remember the finality of the moment
Their eyes glazed and their...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 5:10am
8th Mar 2013 5:10am
Broken Too
Broken people
Have sharp edges
Handle them softly
In the tender of your palm
They will still slice your skin
Penetrate to the very blood
To the very bone of your soul
You will find yourself
Broken too
Hoping upon desperate hope
That your sacrafice
Was not in vain
That perhaps your blood
Sealed their wounds
And the soul that abandoned
Your body
Restored them, healed them
But they, sadly
Are just as broken
As before you ever...
Have sharp edges
Handle them softly
In the tender of your palm
They will still slice your skin
Penetrate to the very blood
To the very bone of your soul
You will find yourself
Broken too
Hoping upon desperate hope
That your sacrafice
Was not in vain
That perhaps your blood
Sealed their wounds
And the soul that abandoned
Your body
Restored them, healed them
But they, sadly
Are just as broken
As before you ever...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 1:42am
6th Mar 2013 1:42am
Woes and Whiskey
I see you staring at me
You green-glass bottle.
And I see why better poets than I
Liken you to love,
(Or at least like a woman).
I pour you down my throat
And it's fire, fire, all burning
Stinging my eyes
Slapping warmth into my face.
And oh, that warmth!
The exhilirating rush just after
The momentary pain.
My joints loosen
And the world is all fluidity
(My head doesn't hurt anymore, how about that?)
I can't seem to get enough of you!
The more I take,...
You green-glass bottle.
And I see why better poets than I
Liken you to love,
(Or at least like a woman).
I pour you down my throat
And it's fire, fire, all burning
Stinging my eyes
Slapping warmth into my face.
And oh, that warmth!
The exhilirating rush just after
The momentary pain.
My joints loosen
And the world is all fluidity
(My head doesn't hurt anymore, how about that?)
I can't seem to get enough of you!
The more I take,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 1:37am
6th Mar 2013 1:37am
Splinter
There are so many ways I could try
To describe you.
But today you are a splinter,
Layers beneath my skin.
I've let you rest there
Nestled into my very blood
'Till swollen, festering infection
Throbbed painfully, and discolored me.
I've let you rest there for so long
For fear of the pain it would take
To tear you from my flesh.
But today, with gritted teeth
I tore at the very fabric of myself
To cleanse your presence from my own.
And what did I find after this sick...
To describe you.
But today you are a splinter,
Layers beneath my skin.
I've let you rest there
Nestled into my very blood
'Till swollen, festering infection
Throbbed painfully, and discolored me.
I've let you rest there for so long
For fear of the pain it would take
To tear you from my flesh.
But today, with gritted teeth
I tore at the very fabric of myself
To cleanse your presence from my own.
And what did I find after this sick...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 6:02am
23rd Feb 2013 6:02am
Attempt 1004
I know it's all been said before
But here's to attempt one-thousand-and-four.
Hopefully it finally sinks in, deep, somewhere,
So that perhaps you might finally care
That a heart like mine rendered into shreds
Is a heart that's still beating; far from dead.
These many peices that make up me
Loved you completely. Loved you fully.
And for some sick, stupid reason, loves you still
Against all judgments, against all will
Defying all odds and stretching on
Despite the fact I know it's wrong.
...
But here's to attempt one-thousand-and-four.
Hopefully it finally sinks in, deep, somewhere,
So that perhaps you might finally care
That a heart like mine rendered into shreds
Is a heart that's still beating; far from dead.
These many peices that make up me
Loved you completely. Loved you fully.
And for some sick, stupid reason, loves you still
Against all judgments, against all will
Defying all odds and stretching on
Despite the fact I know it's wrong.
...
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