Submissions by jadielue (Jade.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 7:31am
8th Sep 2012 7:31am
Poorly-Braced
It wont impress you,
but I want to hurt you.
You were all my worlds,
but now just abhorrence
in the nude.
The mermaids are spinning,
limbs have caught within you, these
dreams that you're having
are gutting bedrooms.
it's all just the teen-age;
no humans here.
but I want to hurt you.
You were all my worlds,
but now just abhorrence
in the nude.
The mermaids are spinning,
limbs have caught within you, these
dreams that you're having
are gutting bedrooms.
it's all just the teen-age;
no humans here.
783 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 9:18am
6th Sep 2012 9:18am
Liebe
Your arms are broken
and your eyes are new
but I'll still
take care
of you.
and your eyes are new
but I'll still
take care
of you.
845 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 7:11am
5th Sep 2012 7:11am
Held Captive
I compare your eyes to hammer-holes.
Studs of silver in the center pinning my
Breath to the counter when you bend me
Over it.
Simultaneously, our cat stretches into the black
Doorway and it's tail is slow to greet the ceiling fan
As you bite me.
A feather falls somewhere in an Indian town and everyone
Can hear it though it goes ignored
Even as you plant seeds to only have sown
In anger, and to remind our future generations that loving
You was as cold a place as being paralyzed in the...
Studs of silver in the center pinning my
Breath to the counter when you bend me
Over it.
Simultaneously, our cat stretches into the black
Doorway and it's tail is slow to greet the ceiling fan
As you bite me.
A feather falls somewhere in an Indian town and everyone
Can hear it though it goes ignored
Even as you plant seeds to only have sown
In anger, and to remind our future generations that loving
You was as cold a place as being paralyzed in the...
778 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 3:46am
4th Sep 2012 3:46am
Affection, Afflicted Giza
The tomb floats with
particulates, and dust,
and the light shines
only as shards
through tears.
The fine-silk bandages
wrap her tightly,
so tightly,
though the dust coats
her esophagus with
every sameless, mechanical
gust.
Her chest heaves
as breasts
sheathed with time -
centuries of lonesome
and silence.
He discovers me,
surrounded with treasure -
bleeding with colors,
he ignores them.
He comes to me.
His hands that are weakened by
life and the sun carress ...
particulates, and dust,
and the light shines
only as shards
through tears.
The fine-silk bandages
wrap her tightly,
so tightly,
though the dust coats
her esophagus with
every sameless, mechanical
gust.
Her chest heaves
as breasts
sheathed with time -
centuries of lonesome
and silence.
He discovers me,
surrounded with treasure -
bleeding with colors,
he ignores them.
He comes to me.
His hands that are weakened by
life and the sun carress ...
630 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 9:57am
28th Aug 2012 9:57am
High
The petals are magnetic.
Forcibly enfolding, tightly
kissing the closest things to themselves
- to another.
Snipping lips with teeth,
causing shudders,
and arched torsos.
Come with forwardness,
take the thorned, dried leaves in my head
and keep them watered
with succulent, suffused, suffixed
love.
Forcibly enfolding, tightly
kissing the closest things to themselves
- to another.
Snipping lips with teeth,
causing shudders,
and arched torsos.
Come with forwardness,
take the thorned, dried leaves in my head
and keep them watered
with succulent, suffused, suffixed
love.
713 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 10:57am
19th Aug 2012 10:57am
Forbid
My heart still palpatates
when you're on me.
Each side of my blood vessels
shiver from the closeness.
Oh, to see you on me, the
places we're in unfocus and
focus with each press, pinch,
and slap.
You forget I'm younger so
easily when your eyes close
and mine follow suit.
Am I supposed to be this
dizzy? This numb? I can't
feel the burning release of
a steam valve overhead, false
tears falling on my cheeks
press against it, hushing
monotone muscles.
when you're on me.
Each side of my blood vessels
shiver from the closeness.
Oh, to see you on me, the
places we're in unfocus and
focus with each press, pinch,
and slap.
You forget I'm younger so
easily when your eyes close
and mine follow suit.
Am I supposed to be this
dizzy? This numb? I can't
feel the burning release of
a steam valve overhead, false
tears falling on my cheeks
press against it, hushing
monotone muscles.
639 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2012 11:42pm
18th Aug 2012 11:42pm
The Prison Of One's Self
I've lived again,
please, don't be angry.
My body feels caged, I'm
just barely able to breath.
I can't expand
and so, in return, each
breath is a red brush stroke,
dryly whisking a short road on
the walls.
My hand holds a souvenir, I
don't know what it is, so I can't
explain it.
All I know is that I've lived
and the only one angry is
me.
please, don't be angry.
My body feels caged, I'm
just barely able to breath.
I can't expand
and so, in return, each
breath is a red brush stroke,
dryly whisking a short road on
the walls.
My hand holds a souvenir, I
don't know what it is, so I can't
explain it.
All I know is that I've lived
and the only one angry is
me.
642 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 10:01am
17th Aug 2012 10:01am
Red Red Ruby
As though the wizard of oz,
they think sitting behind ribcage
and skull prevents them from being;
or worse, found.
The heart, brain, and spirit cannot be
healed. Unless the two left both provide
said help.
I am Dorothy, and within my thundering
mass I remain the madness, the one of
garish news.
How am I to be helped? When the latest
addition of me is rotten, (by sweets, I'm sure),
the cracks in my itty bitty head swell like balloons and
my chest heaves, ( like stones), each thing
tinging my skin yellow as they protrude...
they think sitting behind ribcage
and skull prevents them from being;
or worse, found.
The heart, brain, and spirit cannot be
healed. Unless the two left both provide
said help.
I am Dorothy, and within my thundering
mass I remain the madness, the one of
garish news.
How am I to be helped? When the latest
addition of me is rotten, (by sweets, I'm sure),
the cracks in my itty bitty head swell like balloons and
my chest heaves, ( like stones), each thing
tinging my skin yellow as they protrude...
764 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 7:23am
13th Aug 2012 7:23am
Missing
Fancy dinner
spelt like "dinter".
Myrtle Beach is
only ever filled
by birds and police.
My daughter is gone -
an intense search is
made, they travel to
and reach a hotel
with limbs torn
Across her face
streaks of
liquid in
water color(s)
Fancy dinter
in her eyes.
Too much for my
trembling hand to caress.
spelt like "dinter".
Myrtle Beach is
only ever filled
by birds and police.
My daughter is gone -
an intense search is
made, they travel to
and reach a hotel
with limbs torn
Across her face
streaks of
liquid in
water color(s)
Fancy dinter
in her eyes.
Too much for my
trembling hand to caress.
672 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 2:41am
28th Jul 2012 2:41am
Sameless
First, stories kept in
bilge-filled throats -
then of sleeping
veggies. I never did
eat mine.
Thick, black oil rising
and falling with his every
breath's exit and
subsequent invitation.
Pages with broken corners
attempting to fly upward on
dry desert canyon sighs -
equally as inviting upon exit.
Water rinsed the deepening
cracks in his lips, washing
further his knowledge of an
emergency stairwell.
His mind is projecting in other
places, but somehow he
ends up there, where you are,
and...
bilge-filled throats -
then of sleeping
veggies. I never did
eat mine.
Thick, black oil rising
and falling with his every
breath's exit and
subsequent invitation.
Pages with broken corners
attempting to fly upward on
dry desert canyon sighs -
equally as inviting upon exit.
Water rinsed the deepening
cracks in his lips, washing
further his knowledge of an
emergency stairwell.
His mind is projecting in other
places, but somehow he
ends up there, where you are,
and...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 8:02am
16th Jul 2012 8:02am
Absence
Though I'm stable in my
job, I'm unsure.
I'm alone, as they say,
looking tensely down at the
coaster atop my own personal,
and senseless table.
Normally this cafe is richly
niched with the aroma of
various coffees and teas,
but my lungs are unsteady
when my hands clasp the
soaking table.
My coffee had spilled over
an hour ago, no one noticed,
but the hair on the back of my
neck still stood on end.
"The reason for the massacre
and the whereabouts of the
assailant is still unknown."
...
job, I'm unsure.
I'm alone, as they say,
looking tensely down at the
coaster atop my own personal,
and senseless table.
Normally this cafe is richly
niched with the aroma of
various coffees and teas,
but my lungs are unsteady
when my hands clasp the
soaking table.
My coffee had spilled over
an hour ago, no one noticed,
but the hair on the back of my
neck still stood on end.
"The reason for the massacre
and the whereabouts of the
assailant is still unknown."
...
696 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 5:47am
11th Jul 2012 5:47am
Paul Anka
You are very far away.
My fingers remember you
when I speak of us.
But still so, you are very far away.
Tell me, please, I beg you.
Is it cold where you are?
I know she makes it colder,
but you can't bear to tell
yourself she uses you
and finds warmth with others.
Even just for play, she will get
their attention. Knowing full
well it hurts you to think it.
I've loved you from a silent
place, and I will never end
the dream of being.
May I put my head on your shoulder?
Leave my troubles all outside?
My fingers remember you
when I speak of us.
But still so, you are very far away.
Tell me, please, I beg you.
Is it cold where you are?
I know she makes it colder,
but you can't bear to tell
yourself she uses you
and finds warmth with others.
Even just for play, she will get
their attention. Knowing full
well it hurts you to think it.
I've loved you from a silent
place, and I will never end
the dream of being.
May I put my head on your shoulder?
Leave my troubles all outside?
688 reads
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