Submissions by jadielue (Jade.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 5:52am
27th Aug 2010 5:52am
What a world...
Plastic people,
in a delicate world,
duct-taped by perfection.
Seeking immortality,
and skin without inflection.
in a delicate world,
duct-taped by perfection.
Seeking immortality,
and skin without inflection.
993 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2010 3:40pm
26th Aug 2010 3:40pm
Addicted.
Red glitter shimmers across the sheets,
brilliant in their hookeresque glory.
You are just a pliable source of your own addictions. The syringe that holds the heroin so tightly within your core you could bleed it. What doeslove have to do with it?
A burning in your soul, so hot, so irresistable, it causes your body to ache with the sinful want of it. Rampant need, skin-saudering desire, is there no end? Well, we all know how it begins....
A predator scalping out her prey in a drunken, cigarette smoke filled room. So close is the proximity between each body,...
brilliant in their hookeresque glory.
You are just a pliable source of your own addictions. The syringe that holds the heroin so tightly within your core you could bleed it. What doeslove have to do with it?
A burning in your soul, so hot, so irresistable, it causes your body to ache with the sinful want of it. Rampant need, skin-saudering desire, is there no end? Well, we all know how it begins....
A predator scalping out her prey in a drunken, cigarette smoke filled room. So close is the proximity between each body,...
1261 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2010 11:44am
26th Aug 2010 11:44am
Because You Love Me.
Because youlove me, you poured acid in your eyes. Making the impossible taskof not looking at another womaneasier.
Because youlove me, youcut out your own tongue, just so you would neverspeak a word of hurtagain.
Because you love me, you've stopped eating all together, just so there would be no mess left behind.
Because you love me, you have stopped drinkingliquid, so that you may never leave the toilet-seat up again.
Because you love me, you tore off your face, so when we kiss passionately I will never have to be bombarded with stubble again.
...
Because youlove me, youcut out your own tongue, just so you would neverspeak a word of hurtagain.
Because you love me, you've stopped eating all together, just so there would be no mess left behind.
Because you love me, you have stopped drinkingliquid, so that you may never leave the toilet-seat up again.
Because you love me, you tore off your face, so when we kiss passionately I will never have to be bombarded with stubble again.
...
1147 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2010 5:11pm
24th Aug 2010 5:11pm
Diamond Straight-Jacket.
There's diamonds on my straight-jacket,
as I cry and scream aloud.
Trapped inside my own regret,
Daddy would be so proud.
Momma's in the PTA, and Daddy leads the flock.
I was painted black a long time ago,
left to live or rot.
My brother is the golden-one,
the spawn they hold so dear.
If they knew what he had done,
they would breathe sorrow for a year.
His face bleasts red, within the dark.
His voice so shaky and hollow.
"If you tell them, on this night,
only my wrath will follow."
...
as I cry and scream aloud.
Trapped inside my own regret,
Daddy would be so proud.
Momma's in the PTA, and Daddy leads the flock.
I was painted black a long time ago,
left to live or rot.
My brother is the golden-one,
the spawn they hold so dear.
If they knew what he had done,
they would breathe sorrow for a year.
His face bleasts red, within the dark.
His voice so shaky and hollow.
"If you tell them, on this night,
only my wrath will follow."
...
1692 reads
21 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2010 6:51am
24th Aug 2010 6:51am
Blinded. I love you.
Within my head,
I seeyou there,
your beady eyes,
and their blank stare.
My misplaced trust,
my ample fear,
your putrid words,
ring oh, so clear.
If not for you,
I would be lost,
lost in thought,
amongst the rot.
In all my days,
I haven't found
a man like you,
so tightly wound.
Without my soul,
I am just fine,
being blinded,
has been sublime.
I seeyou there,
your beady eyes,
and their blank stare.
My misplaced trust,
my ample fear,
your putrid words,
ring oh, so clear.
If not for you,
I would be lost,
lost in thought,
amongst the rot.
In all my days,
I haven't found
a man like you,
so tightly wound.
Without my soul,
I am just fine,
being blinded,
has been sublime.
946 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2010 2:03pm
23rd Aug 2010 2:03pm
Apocalyptic Love.
A matriarchal covenance, doused with human stain.
Asolicitous defiance, fed by punctured vein.
Itpours forth from your soul, a portal of true feeling.
An overly used Omega, a rag-doll that's still reeling.
Aunhealed wound of little worth, a place of violet shame.
Within the womb of the Apocalypse, I am left craving your disdain.
Asolicitous defiance, fed by punctured vein.
Itpours forth from your soul, a portal of true feeling.
An overly used Omega, a rag-doll that's still reeling.
Aunhealed wound of little worth, a place of violet shame.
Within the womb of the Apocalypse, I am left craving your disdain.
983 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 1:39pm
22nd Aug 2010 1:39pm
Livid.
I am pissed!
Simple, easy, self-explanatory.
You don't need to ask questions.
I have already proclaimed the answer.
Your blank stare only infuriates me more.
What in the hell is wrong with you?
You stutter your words, they slip from your lips in a
scattered mess that makes me wish you would just shut up.
Yes, I may be over-reacting! No, I am not PMS'ing!
What would you know about this?
Being pissed? You said, rather taken-aback.
What would I know, about being pissed?!
Your face reddens with every thought that crosses
your mind....
Simple, easy, self-explanatory.
You don't need to ask questions.
I have already proclaimed the answer.
Your blank stare only infuriates me more.
What in the hell is wrong with you?
You stutter your words, they slip from your lips in a
scattered mess that makes me wish you would just shut up.
Yes, I may be over-reacting! No, I am not PMS'ing!
What would you know about this?
Being pissed? You said, rather taken-aback.
What would I know, about being pissed?!
Your face reddens with every thought that crosses
your mind....
1155 reads
10 Comments
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