Submissions by izzy (understatedeverything)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 4:36am
1st Jul 2013 4:36am
Homeward Bound
I feel like my steps
are sending me backwards
weightless
sinking into the ground, because I
simply do not, exist.
That smooth valley
between by shoulder blades is
punctured,
and bleeds.
as you pull that puppet string.
I wish you would stop to think:
"what if we were not written,
in ink?"
are sending me backwards
weightless
sinking into the ground, because I
simply do not, exist.
That smooth valley
between by shoulder blades is
punctured,
and bleeds.
as you pull that puppet string.
I wish you would stop to think:
"what if we were not written,
in ink?"
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 3:06am
11th Jun 2013 3:06am
Luke, I am your...
I sit in this cage
with rusting bars
shaped from my age.
by now crippled hands.
The key was molded from my heart,
For perhaps they knew,
it undoubtedly would lock.
for the hope of better days,
So watch me sit
as the years spin by,
and the moon adverts her eyes,
From the lonely
to the lovers.
and as the iron rots
and the golden clouds rise off my canvas
I hope that I too,
have not decayed,
with rusting bars
shaped from my age.
by now crippled hands.
The key was molded from my heart,
For perhaps they knew,
it undoubtedly would lock.
for the hope of better days,
So watch me sit
as the years spin by,
and the moon adverts her eyes,
From the lonely
to the lovers.
and as the iron rots
and the golden clouds rise off my canvas
I hope that I too,
have not decayed,
682 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 5:49pm
23rd Jan 2013 5:49pm
Birthday
He holds up a card in hazy dismay
hands wrinkled like sand dunes
wind cannot blow away.
wading through the afternoon(s)
most laughing at this back,
or burning to be bore?
and if he could have asked
to relive this war
I don’t think he would.
for old age is misunderstood,
and I wholeheartedly believe
that Wisdom is Good
hands wrinkled like sand dunes
wind cannot blow away.
wading through the afternoon(s)
most laughing at this back,
or burning to be bore?
and if he could have asked
to relive this war
I don’t think he would.
for old age is misunderstood,
and I wholeheartedly believe
that Wisdom is Good
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 10:11pm
17th Dec 2012 10:11pm
Flipped
I think I’d rather the world was flipped
to walk on the sky
and play the shapes it implies
to morph on command,
just to gaze at the land
that my feet used to know so well-
I think I’d rather the world was flipped
I’d hold the stars in my hands
and if you could not understand
I’d kiss you with words
and we’d pity the birds
finding beauty in sadness
being lost in its absence
We’d find a place where the glass isn’t His
but just is.
where no choices are wrong
so why not just play along?
because this poem’s a lie
and...
to walk on the sky
and play the shapes it implies
to morph on command,
just to gaze at the land
that my feet used to know so well-
I think I’d rather the world was flipped
I’d hold the stars in my hands
and if you could not understand
I’d kiss you with words
and we’d pity the birds
finding beauty in sadness
being lost in its absence
We’d find a place where the glass isn’t His
but just is.
where no choices are wrong
so why not just play along?
because this poem’s a lie
and...
648 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 1:00am
12th Mar 2012 1:00am
No.
Just no.
I wish you'd go.
your laugh is like
a machine gun through velvet
you smell like
scotch and cigarettes
I hate how you look at me
how the only thing you expect to see
is nothing
Just no.
please go.
I wish you'd go.
your laugh is like
a machine gun through velvet
you smell like
scotch and cigarettes
I hate how you look at me
how the only thing you expect to see
is nothing
Just no.
please go.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2011 3:38am
21st Dec 2011 3:38am
Speech
I should be
but I'm not
so I listen to Shwayze
I don’t even like Shwayze…
procrastinate to fit the stereotype
Do you really think I’m texting you because I like you?
Well…maybe a little bit
If I publish this, would that suffice?
Yes
No
Kinda
January 10
Suck my ass
but I'm not
so I listen to Shwayze
I don’t even like Shwayze…
procrastinate to fit the stereotype
Do you really think I’m texting you because I like you?
Well…maybe a little bit
If I publish this, would that suffice?
Yes
No
Kinda
January 10
Suck my ass
771 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 10:02pm
5th Nov 2011 10:02pm
You think in blue
and from your thousands of friends
I can tell you have few.
You document your life
repulsive and stoic
with words like a knife
meaningless and jagged
Damn, you got baggage.
So put on a shirt
Get out of the bathroom
Stop being so curt
and when you have a life worth sharing
friend me :)
and from your thousands of friends
I can tell you have few.
You document your life
repulsive and stoic
with words like a knife
meaningless and jagged
Damn, you got baggage.
So put on a shirt
Get out of the bathroom
Stop being so curt
and when you have a life worth sharing
friend me :)
765 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 3:41am
28th Oct 2011 3:41am
Rejection
not worth
the hurt
I'm hopeless
the hurt
I'm hopeless
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 8:38pm
8th Jun 2011 8:38pm
Wishes
Iwish I were your poem
somethingworth decoding
Iwish I were a window
witha view always pure
I wish I were a glass half full
butyou know as well as I
thefiction behind these words
a pen inked with lies
becausethere is no man behind the curtain
nofate
noplan
nobrains
nobeauty
I know I’m just your pawn
soI will wait to die
and with your cloying breath
beguileme
justtell me once that I was loved
I hope you win.
somethingworth decoding
Iwish I were a window
witha view always pure
I wish I were a glass half full
butyou know as well as I
thefiction behind these words
a pen inked with lies
becausethere is no man behind the curtain
nofate
noplan
nobrains
nobeauty
I know I’m just your pawn
soI will wait to die
and with your cloying breath
beguileme
justtell me once that I was loved
I hope you win.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2011 1:46am
20th May 2011 1:46am
Overflow
swelled over the top
crawling down in livid drops
protruding to cover the stars
leaving me empty
a stoic mess
surrounded by cheated peace
comforted in the ease of this desert
I lay
blankly hearing their pounds
their pain
deaf to me.
the blood washes through
infecting my ashen wasteland
the veins pulse
chocking the blindness away
my ears bleed for them
the depraved screeches carve slowly through
becoming a carrier of their illness
until I overflow
once again find my desert
my...
crawling down in livid drops
protruding to cover the stars
leaving me empty
a stoic mess
surrounded by cheated peace
comforted in the ease of this desert
I lay
blankly hearing their pounds
their pain
deaf to me.
the blood washes through
infecting my ashen wasteland
the veins pulse
chocking the blindness away
my ears bleed for them
the depraved screeches carve slowly through
becoming a carrier of their illness
until I overflow
once again find my desert
my...
729 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2011 9:39pm
17th May 2011 9:39pm
Choose
you said, “I don’t need it,
I have you.”
I’ve never heard bs
so true
what I thought of love
was just a weary dove
so don’t misconstrue
but hey,
fuck you.
I have you.”
I’ve never heard bs
so true
what I thought of love
was just a weary dove
so don’t misconstrue
but hey,
fuck you.
759 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2011 00:24am
12th May 2011 00:24am
Poetry
you knock a poem to the floor
beat it with bloody knuckles
shatter
scream
until the air spits red
and leave it trembling,
quivering.
that you might find its meaning.
why not let the ink wash through you
leaving its smoky trail
lingering upon rings of dissolving gray
blending into you
making nothing
something.
hold on to the empty warmth
find beauty in its silent retreat
and lay in the hollow wake
knowing you are changed
by unknown words.
because there is no meaning
without...
beat it with bloody knuckles
shatter
scream
until the air spits red
and leave it trembling,
quivering.
that you might find its meaning.
why not let the ink wash through you
leaving its smoky trail
lingering upon rings of dissolving gray
blending into you
making nothing
something.
hold on to the empty warmth
find beauty in its silent retreat
and lay in the hollow wake
knowing you are changed
by unknown words.
because there is no meaning
without...
882 reads
10 Comments
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