Submissions by jadielue (Jade.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Sep 2012 8:41am
19th Sep 2012 8:41am
The Things I'll Miss The Most
The hardest part about
you dying is not simply
that you're gone, it is
that you're no longer
warm.
I promise I'll always
miss that, and you.
You always kept me
warm.
you dying is not simply
that you're gone, it is
that you're no longer
warm.
I promise I'll always
miss that, and you.
You always kept me
warm.
763 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 12:10pm
18th Sep 2012 12:10pm
Troubles
I'm tired of abbreviating, of
capitalizing, of punctuation.
Why can't there just be a
civil understanding between
you and I? Where I'll speak
in nonsensical tongues and
you weep and applaud,
having the understanding
to nod and bear with gritted
teeth, like only a mother can.
capitalizing, of punctuation.
Why can't there just be a
civil understanding between
you and I? Where I'll speak
in nonsensical tongues and
you weep and applaud,
having the understanding
to nod and bear with gritted
teeth, like only a mother can.
909 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2012 11:04am
17th Sep 2012 11:04am
Owl Of Winter
O, to just be an idea
inside your stranger head.
Laboring to connect
nuerons to nuerons
and fight for you
against the forces
of your atoms
and mine with
infinite pigment
that repel one
another.
To suit your
dreams for you
and administer magic
to your hurt
when you're sleeping,
and dreaming awake.
The onslaught of
your unprecedented
attention has a
diction all it's
own, just the captivity
gets me high.
inside your stranger head.
Laboring to connect
nuerons to nuerons
and fight for you
against the forces
of your atoms
and mine with
infinite pigment
that repel one
another.
To suit your
dreams for you
and administer magic
to your hurt
when you're sleeping,
and dreaming awake.
The onslaught of
your unprecedented
attention has a
diction all it's
own, just the captivity
gets me high.
780 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 12:07pm
16th Sep 2012 12:07pm
Barabara (To Divine)
The millipedes grew,
and the faces whose
cheeks
were plump with
life and unanswerable
questions bore with
stares their fealty.
I begged the men not
to shoot, but they
insisted that even in the
deepest of Nigeria
the Zuma Rock was not
the only to be
acknowledged.
and the faces whose
cheeks
were plump with
life and unanswerable
questions bore with
stares their fealty.
I begged the men not
to shoot, but they
insisted that even in the
deepest of Nigeria
the Zuma Rock was not
the only to be
acknowledged.
703 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 7:12am
15th Sep 2012 7:12am
Falling With Scissors
Do you ever just feel like a cokehead
wanting to crawl and claw out of your skin?
Memories sweep up and tease, leaving
lucid guilt, whatever they are.
I did something, I don't remember,
I can't remember. The very thought
bears a weight so unfathomable it presses
and swells your organs with fear and toxicity.
O, the danger of one's self, even the tinny
taste of metal coats my soul from the rain.
wanting to crawl and claw out of your skin?
Memories sweep up and tease, leaving
lucid guilt, whatever they are.
I did something, I don't remember,
I can't remember. The very thought
bears a weight so unfathomable it presses
and swells your organs with fear and toxicity.
O, the danger of one's self, even the tinny
taste of metal coats my soul from the rain.
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 11:14am
14th Sep 2012 11:14am
The Willows Of Dispusation
The pink willows were amast
in the duel-stricken meadow.
Centuries of picking battles beneath
them made trees so peaceful cry.
The men stand at attention, rage damming
the tears in their eyes. Face front, their
honor says but their families pray, run.
Each man's limbs were set to shake
as both turn to face the opposite
way.
1...2....3...
Locked within time, every moment
is bottled, the colonial men are to
never quarrel again.
Roots froze each foot, and violet
leaves shield each eye, no reason
to...
in the duel-stricken meadow.
Centuries of picking battles beneath
them made trees so peaceful cry.
The men stand at attention, rage damming
the tears in their eyes. Face front, their
honor says but their families pray, run.
Each man's limbs were set to shake
as both turn to face the opposite
way.
1...2....3...
Locked within time, every moment
is bottled, the colonial men are to
never quarrel again.
Roots froze each foot, and violet
leaves shield each eye, no reason
to...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 5:53am
14th Sep 2012 5:53am
Viola Coke
The pinch of glass to her lips -
how kind the bite.
It made no sense but as the
voice echoed away she didn't
bother.
There were prettier restaurants
but this empty, abandoned one
tattooed with bloodshed and
nails made the waste feel better.
Her dress is dirty and "borrowed"
from the safehouse. Her feet
tapped on the moldy floor; she
walked slowly, they
rose in limp columns praying
to find warmth.
Her smile never ceased as the
burned fingers pryed at the edges of
her mouth.
The...
how kind the bite.
It made no sense but as the
voice echoed away she didn't
bother.
There were prettier restaurants
but this empty, abandoned one
tattooed with bloodshed and
nails made the waste feel better.
Her dress is dirty and "borrowed"
from the safehouse. Her feet
tapped on the moldy floor; she
walked slowly, they
rose in limp columns praying
to find warmth.
Her smile never ceased as the
burned fingers pryed at the edges of
her mouth.
The...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 2:06am
12th Sep 2012 2:06am
Parking Lot
I'm not familiar with you,
already you've fought to
touch me, your hold as
concrete as my fate tonight.
The drive-in movie is just
beginning and the simply-
dressed actors embrace. Then
heads are set gently against
chests and heartbeats are
heard.
The colors and light of the
screen fade and all but
disappear like insects
that scurry as he makes
each window crack and
splinter in my eyes.
"You will not resist me!"
He spits into my face,
the tears that roll down
my bruised neck are...
already you've fought to
touch me, your hold as
concrete as my fate tonight.
The drive-in movie is just
beginning and the simply-
dressed actors embrace. Then
heads are set gently against
chests and heartbeats are
heard.
The colors and light of the
screen fade and all but
disappear like insects
that scurry as he makes
each window crack and
splinter in my eyes.
"You will not resist me!"
He spits into my face,
the tears that roll down
my bruised neck are...
749 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 1:48am
12th Sep 2012 1:48am
The State-Of-Being Less Traveled
Make a difference in the
world by being different
than the world -
a feeling of uniqueness
and individuality is just
as craved as being the
same.
Toes that dip into scarce,
murky water are far more brave
than those that sink into known,
and inhabited places.
A frantic moth flies by and I
wonder if he's racing to be the
first or struggling not to be the last.
I myself wish to bathe in rainbows,
letting the pieces unfit and attach to me
in never before seen patterns. As they
adhere to me I'll melt like wax...
world by being different
than the world -
a feeling of uniqueness
and individuality is just
as craved as being the
same.
Toes that dip into scarce,
murky water are far more brave
than those that sink into known,
and inhabited places.
A frantic moth flies by and I
wonder if he's racing to be the
first or struggling not to be the last.
I myself wish to bathe in rainbows,
letting the pieces unfit and attach to me
in never before seen patterns. As they
adhere to me I'll melt like wax...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2012 3:49am
11th Sep 2012 3:49am
Wallpaper
Damaging-opal is your
eyes, sweltering like hurricanes
on beaches, in spring.
Forever ago it seems, I
never surely remember,
I was a pest that skittered across
your borders, no likeness to
anyone you'd ever previously
loved, and again, never would.
And also like a slowly degenerate
beetle my ticking, thorned hands
along your bed came without noise.
You did not know I was even
alive.
eyes, sweltering like hurricanes
on beaches, in spring.
Forever ago it seems, I
never surely remember,
I was a pest that skittered across
your borders, no likeness to
anyone you'd ever previously
loved, and again, never would.
And also like a slowly degenerate
beetle my ticking, thorned hands
along your bed came without noise.
You did not know I was even
alive.
895 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 8:01am
8th Sep 2012 8:01am
Evening In Mumbai
I trust the ocean
so I dipped my hand inside,
the wound I had seethed
and slithered with the
crystalline intrusion.
My lungs begged for something
different, something new and
rich like marriage or a friend.
I often found my heart begging
for rocks.
I place myself elsewhere: now my hands
are healthy and I'm painted with
red mendhi.
The waves lap at my knees, thinning
my sari, making it transclucent.
I begin slowly to dip myself deeper
into the water, letting the blood of my body
cloud my face and fill...
so I dipped my hand inside,
the wound I had seethed
and slithered with the
crystalline intrusion.
My lungs begged for something
different, something new and
rich like marriage or a friend.
I often found my heart begging
for rocks.
I place myself elsewhere: now my hands
are healthy and I'm painted with
red mendhi.
The waves lap at my knees, thinning
my sari, making it transclucent.
I begin slowly to dip myself deeper
into the water, letting the blood of my body
cloud my face and fill...
723 reads
3 Comments
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