Submissions by innileika (Silvja Weiss)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just the average run of the mill person. i just spend too much time writing incomplete processes of shorts and too many song lyrics to do anything with.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 6:03pm
14th Feb 2011 6:03pm
lia speaks
when i say "i love you"
you say "no, you fucking don't"
truth of the matter is
we always hurt those we love the most.
Not because we can
just because we simply do
what we wont stop to understand
is what were begging to resume.
So draw me up some lines
from the glitter in the gutter
On them i bid my time
although i'll never love another.
And alone i walk the rail
cause' we'll never have eachother
these faults are mine to inhale
so they wont tear us asunder...
... wont tear us asunder.
Oh, I fail to...
you say "no, you fucking don't"
truth of the matter is
we always hurt those we love the most.
Not because we can
just because we simply do
what we wont stop to understand
is what were begging to resume.
So draw me up some lines
from the glitter in the gutter
On them i bid my time
although i'll never love another.
And alone i walk the rail
cause' we'll never have eachother
these faults are mine to inhale
so they wont tear us asunder...
... wont tear us asunder.
Oh, I fail to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2011 6:41pm
7th Feb 2011 6:41pm
if only in my sleep
I spent the night dreaming of you,
swaddled in a blanket of bursting desire
like a blister in too tight shoes.
I spent the evening thinking of you,
but awake i have no words to say.
My heart, a damaged record,
repeatative, unheard, unplayed-
but call another by any other name
and i swear that the unused shall surely break.
in my sleep i found you through sheets,
of cotton, paper, sweat, and ink.
on the edge of reasoning, consideration
i found choise to jump
then either to swim or to sink.
And these,
these affections remain...
swaddled in a blanket of bursting desire
like a blister in too tight shoes.
I spent the evening thinking of you,
but awake i have no words to say.
My heart, a damaged record,
repeatative, unheard, unplayed-
but call another by any other name
and i swear that the unused shall surely break.
in my sleep i found you through sheets,
of cotton, paper, sweat, and ink.
on the edge of reasoning, consideration
i found choise to jump
then either to swim or to sink.
And these,
these affections remain...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2011 4:43am
5th Feb 2011 4:43am
unedited foot notes to you.
Our lonely hearts travel distances
Further than a plain old flat map.
So we curved the world
to bend our wishes,
But I'm like a ship without mast.
From point a to point b
Things better left unsaid...
...The Point is, point blank and dead-
they are still things that will never be.
Still, will travel with me?
Will you travel with me?
It's some repetoir,
A faulty sense,
An indulgent memoir.
Just Bleeding hearts and countless pages.
The things I love and the things you hated
And finally when the...
Further than a plain old flat map.
So we curved the world
to bend our wishes,
But I'm like a ship without mast.
From point a to point b
Things better left unsaid...
...The Point is, point blank and dead-
they are still things that will never be.
Still, will travel with me?
Will you travel with me?
It's some repetoir,
A faulty sense,
An indulgent memoir.
Just Bleeding hearts and countless pages.
The things I love and the things you hated
And finally when the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2011 2:15am
2nd Feb 2011 2:15am
i intend to pull the trigger
My intentions
Were far off the mark
But they led me to exactly where I needed to be.
Your transgressions
Were apparent from the start
And they still inspire urgency.
Can we break the habit?
Shake this enslaving aptitude?
Moments laced with the thrill of the chase
That rock in my stomach inspired by the imagination
Of me without you.
I know better know
Then to sustain what I myself dare not ever name-
And maybe
Just a fucking maybe
It'll come to me when I finally go...
There's too much to see
To settle for the...
Were far off the mark
But they led me to exactly where I needed to be.
Your transgressions
Were apparent from the start
And they still inspire urgency.
Can we break the habit?
Shake this enslaving aptitude?
Moments laced with the thrill of the chase
That rock in my stomach inspired by the imagination
Of me without you.
I know better know
Then to sustain what I myself dare not ever name-
And maybe
Just a fucking maybe
It'll come to me when I finally go...
There's too much to see
To settle for the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2011 9:55pm
1st Feb 2011 9:55pm
casablanca
To know someone,
to know anyone,
to know somehow
that it’s all going to be bad,
that it’s all going to be good
is impossible.
So,
take that sorry proper frown
and pair it with that half wit smile
and remember
from time to time
and time again
it gets turned upside down for a while.
Forgive,
let die
but do not forget
to live
and to try
to not let regret overwhelm the beauty
of the trial.
If i have learned only one thing,
it's that
our realizations only feel real
for one reason:
...
to know anyone,
to know somehow
that it’s all going to be bad,
that it’s all going to be good
is impossible.
So,
take that sorry proper frown
and pair it with that half wit smile
and remember
from time to time
and time again
it gets turned upside down for a while.
Forgive,
let die
but do not forget
to live
and to try
to not let regret overwhelm the beauty
of the trial.
If i have learned only one thing,
it's that
our realizations only feel real
for one reason:
...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2011 8:08pm
31st Jan 2011 8:08pm
the act of suicide doesn't always occur at the last breath
The key to my heart
can be found in the lock
of the blade that tears me apart.
cure the pain, cure the pain
so i can be saved.
deem me sane, deem me sane.
Idle time is a dangerous thing for the idle brain,
I said i didnt want to start again.
Square one has high walls.
To stay trapped or to climb?
well that all depends,
maybe im a little scared to fall.
Strung out on the astmosphere of the evening
and all the days before.
I leave all of my entrances wide out and open,
but infatuative hate uses no doors.
it's here to...
can be found in the lock
of the blade that tears me apart.
cure the pain, cure the pain
so i can be saved.
deem me sane, deem me sane.
Idle time is a dangerous thing for the idle brain,
I said i didnt want to start again.
Square one has high walls.
To stay trapped or to climb?
well that all depends,
maybe im a little scared to fall.
Strung out on the astmosphere of the evening
and all the days before.
I leave all of my entrances wide out and open,
but infatuative hate uses no doors.
it's here to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2011 7:46pm
31st Jan 2011 7:46pm
the painted paper tiger
heart of a lion
and eyes of the storm,
she's been representing
these cliche's since the day she was born.
hateful lover,
and a loving friend...
her dreams bessech her
but her nightmares are what find her in the end.
she's made of paper
and she's made of paint.
heartbeats connected by ties
that leave nothing but pleasure and shame.
I am a paper tiger
she is a honest liar.
where will we find
that happy line
in which we either jump our faults
or just fall behind.
She finds aesthertic in colour and tint,
i...
and eyes of the storm,
she's been representing
these cliche's since the day she was born.
hateful lover,
and a loving friend...
her dreams bessech her
but her nightmares are what find her in the end.
she's made of paper
and she's made of paint.
heartbeats connected by ties
that leave nothing but pleasure and shame.
I am a paper tiger
she is a honest liar.
where will we find
that happy line
in which we either jump our faults
or just fall behind.
She finds aesthertic in colour and tint,
i...
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