Submissions by jadielue (Jade.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2010 5:16am
21st Sep 2010 5:16am
Not Good Enough....
It was silent; so very silent.
In that tiny room.
I was scared; you were there.
The room was filled with
perfume.
It was dark; oh so dark.
I couldn't see your face.
It was cold; bone chilling.
Oh, how my heart did race.
'You're not good enough!
Not good enough!'
Your voice stabbed in my
back.
A crooked cry belted out in the night;
as I fellupon deaths lap.
I awaken cold, scared, and damp; with
tears from what I saw.
A realization: through a dream, and I thought
I had seen it all.
...
In that tiny room.
I was scared; you were there.
The room was filled with
perfume.
It was dark; oh so dark.
I couldn't see your face.
It was cold; bone chilling.
Oh, how my heart did race.
'You're not good enough!
Not good enough!'
Your voice stabbed in my
back.
A crooked cry belted out in the night;
as I fellupon deaths lap.
I awaken cold, scared, and damp; with
tears from what I saw.
A realization: through a dream, and I thought
I had seen it all.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2010 11:01pm
19th Sep 2010 11:01pm
Isn't it Ironic?
Pain is simple.
Pain is sick.
Pain is fickle.
Pain fucks you over
quick.
Love is awful.
Love is sad.
Love is never easy.
Love is justa fad,
(Just a tad).
Tears are bitter.
Tears are sweet.
Tearsare like lovers;
(They hate you)
but stillfall to your feet.
Religion is witty.
Religion is cute.
Religion is dull
like anunderage prostitute.
Politics is fun.
Politics is a waste of time.
Politics will fuck your wife
while throwing you the Peace
sign.
Isn't it Ironic?
Pain is sick.
Pain is fickle.
Pain fucks you over
quick.
Love is awful.
Love is sad.
Love is never easy.
Love is justa fad,
(Just a tad).
Tears are bitter.
Tears are sweet.
Tearsare like lovers;
(They hate you)
but stillfall to your feet.
Religion is witty.
Religion is cute.
Religion is dull
like anunderage prostitute.
Politics is fun.
Politics is a waste of time.
Politics will fuck your wife
while throwing you the Peace
sign.
Isn't it Ironic?
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Sep 2010 5:29am
19th Sep 2010 5:29am
Wonderland.
A foe of though we do not speak,
within the Rabbit Hole I fell too
deep.
'Off with her head!' The Queen
screamed face red.
(I shall not put this matter to
bed; for it will be YOU who is
dead.)
Then, an illuminous light blocked
my path, the clack of tea-cups
rang throughout.
(The light chatter of people and
the high-pitch of a symphony
pierced through the background.)
I stepped two steps before I was
found.
'Well, hello there Alice! Welcome
back!'
(I nearly had a heart-attack.)
He was a curious...
within the Rabbit Hole I fell too
deep.
'Off with her head!' The Queen
screamed face red.
(I shall not put this matter to
bed; for it will be YOU who is
dead.)
Then, an illuminous light blocked
my path, the clack of tea-cups
rang throughout.
(The light chatter of people and
the high-pitch of a symphony
pierced through the background.)
I stepped two steps before I was
found.
'Well, hello there Alice! Welcome
back!'
(I nearly had a heart-attack.)
He was a curious...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2010 10:33pm
15th Sep 2010 10:33pm
Falling or Tripping?
Ha, I laugh in your virtual face,
that sarcastic smirk frozen in
pixilated time makes me sick.
To think that yourexpression could be
so serene and happy, while I am
over here desperately picking up
the pieces of my shattered heart.
I'll sit here, and I'll think; about
the never-ending stream of
compliments and 'I love you's'
and I will mourn.
I will try to cut myself with the
broken shards of what was me,
and I will fail, because I can't
even hurt myself correctly anymore.
Did I fall for you? No. It was more...
that sarcastic smirk frozen in
pixilated time makes me sick.
To think that yourexpression could be
so serene and happy, while I am
over here desperately picking up
the pieces of my shattered heart.
I'll sit here, and I'll think; about
the never-ending stream of
compliments and 'I love you's'
and I will mourn.
I will try to cut myself with the
broken shards of what was me,
and I will fail, because I can't
even hurt myself correctly anymore.
Did I fall for you? No. It was more...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2010 3:42am
15th Sep 2010 3:42am
Memorial of a Forgotten Girl.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2010 8:42pm
13th Sep 2010 8:42pm
<3 Haiku.
The forest whispers,
I've beheaded the trees-
Silence.
Flesh lipped whore,
Plastic limbs-
Perfect.
Blasphemous lover,
Feels "good"-
Amen.
Twisted hearts-
Soft, and sensualirony.
Dead.
Dancing tongues,
Biting fetish;
Speechless.
I've beheaded the trees-
Silence.
Flesh lipped whore,
Plastic limbs-
Perfect.
Blasphemous lover,
Feels "good"-
Amen.
Twisted hearts-
Soft, and sensualirony.
Dead.
Dancing tongues,
Biting fetish;
Speechless.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2010 11:01pm
11th Sep 2010 11:01pm
Weak.
Intricate crimson ribbons flow hastily
down my spine, bidding me to collapse
upon the sodden Earth.
The world is at ease tonight as the silver
lining of our coffins bleed into every pore,
leaving a path of discreet destruction.
Cleansing breaths are corrosive for such
weak hearts to withhold. Careless candy
for the soul.
Your fingertips suture the wounds that I
so foolishly inflicted, it figures that I would
be so weak towards your advances.
To give into you would be the end of me.
And so the end I shall embrace. ...
down my spine, bidding me to collapse
upon the sodden Earth.
The world is at ease tonight as the silver
lining of our coffins bleed into every pore,
leaving a path of discreet destruction.
Cleansing breaths are corrosive for such
weak hearts to withhold. Careless candy
for the soul.
Your fingertips suture the wounds that I
so foolishly inflicted, it figures that I would
be so weak towards your advances.
To give into you would be the end of me.
And so the end I shall embrace. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2010 6:30pm
7th Sep 2010 6:30pm
Government Puppet.
Oh, stringent puppet of my own heart,
I adore the falsetto of your sweet criesand
misery.
Take my hand, just this once, the world
that you will see from behind the match-box
is exciting!
The paralell united of all the broken bones
is a sight to be cherished beneath the crooked
branches of a majestic oak tree.
Oh,deprived puppet of my own heart, I
belittle you to believe that just beyond
the hurt there lies hope.
Trust me little puppet, all the pain you could
muster is of better company than what lies...
I adore the falsetto of your sweet criesand
misery.
Take my hand, just this once, the world
that you will see from behind the match-box
is exciting!
The paralell united of all the broken bones
is a sight to be cherished beneath the crooked
branches of a majestic oak tree.
Oh,deprived puppet of my own heart, I
belittle you to believe that just beyond
the hurt there lies hope.
Trust me little puppet, all the pain you could
muster is of better company than what lies...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2010 11:54am
3rd Sep 2010 11:54am
War Veteran.
Timecarves my skin with wounds, that I
dont recall, they dont fade like my memories
but I do love them all.
Amnesia of a lifetime, it only comes in
slivers, and what I see, you will agree,
riddles you with shivers.
My hands are covered with bruisy spots, reminders
of past mistakes,I am lucidenough to know
life was rough, maybe that's why they shake?
I've lost a hair upon my head for every missed
day of church, my back aches, my knees quake,
on a rocking chair I perch.
Mybreath hisses from my lungs,perhaps they
have deflated? My heart it...
dont recall, they dont fade like my memories
but I do love them all.
Amnesia of a lifetime, it only comes in
slivers, and what I see, you will agree,
riddles you with shivers.
My hands are covered with bruisy spots, reminders
of past mistakes,I am lucidenough to know
life was rough, maybe that's why they shake?
I've lost a hair upon my head for every missed
day of church, my back aches, my knees quake,
on a rocking chair I perch.
Mybreath hisses from my lungs,perhaps they
have deflated? My heart it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2010 3:44pm
31st Aug 2010 3:44pm
Jar Of Hearts.
I was never the "one",
like you proclaimed.Your version of
love is weak and lame.
Cupid shot me but he missed my soul.
And now I walk around, with a gaping hole.
That's where my heart used
to be, now it's in a jar to feed
your needs.
Your ego is a vampire constantly
fed. I honestly think it whispers in
your head.
A conclusion to a fairytale,
I never had. A prince that
was dull, evil, andsad.
My heart sits in a jar, so bleak
and dead. But these are the words
that slipped from my head.
"My hearts...
like you proclaimed.Your version of
love is weak and lame.
Cupid shot me but he missed my soul.
And now I walk around, with a gaping hole.
That's where my heart used
to be, now it's in a jar to feed
your needs.
Your ego is a vampire constantly
fed. I honestly think it whispers in
your head.
A conclusion to a fairytale,
I never had. A prince that
was dull, evil, andsad.
My heart sits in a jar, so bleak
and dead. But these are the words
that slipped from my head.
"My hearts...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2010 11:30am
31st Aug 2010 11:30am
I Was Made For Loving You...
Your words bite at my skin
like glass in a baby's crib.
Illustrations of your lies flutter
through the air like butterflies.
I am completely captured by
your web of fingers and sheets.
Like a little girl enticing a pedophile,
my petal-pink lips speak unheard
words of seduction.
Even through shades of grey,
my smile bleeds through.
My eyes glimmer with Emerald
understanding. I forgive you.
No matter how sick and twisted you
may be...
I was made for loving you...
like glass in a baby's crib.
Illustrations of your lies flutter
through the air like butterflies.
I am completely captured by
your web of fingers and sheets.
Like a little girl enticing a pedophile,
my petal-pink lips speak unheard
words of seduction.
Even through shades of grey,
my smile bleeds through.
My eyes glimmer with Emerald
understanding. I forgive you.
No matter how sick and twisted you
may be...
I was made for loving you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 2:11pm
28th Aug 2010 2:11pm
Grim Reaper Love.
Dip my heart in alcohol,
shroud my veins with shame.
Fill my head like corpses in a
shed.I hang mypain in a frame.
My lips are burnt from your lips,
I am craving thetaste of death.
Istart to choke, with your tongue in
my throat. You rasp, "I'm not done with you yet."
You Reap me happily with a smile,
so Grim is your intent.
Your scythe cuts deep, within my cheek,
a light peck from the "Angel of Death".
And now I float gladly, through the river Styx,
and to think I got my wish...
...
shroud my veins with shame.
Fill my head like corpses in a
shed.I hang mypain in a frame.
My lips are burnt from your lips,
I am craving thetaste of death.
Istart to choke, with your tongue in
my throat. You rasp, "I'm not done with you yet."
You Reap me happily with a smile,
so Grim is your intent.
Your scythe cuts deep, within my cheek,
a light peck from the "Angel of Death".
And now I float gladly, through the river Styx,
and to think I got my wish...
...
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