Submissions by jaqp (Azazel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There's a tender heart inside that ugly armadillo...
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2016 9:59pm
1st Dec 2016 9:59pm
Gravity
An unimaginable force,
pressing its sharp elbow
into my sternum, lungs, heart, chest.
An unimaginable force,
feeding off of my innocence
gnawing me clean, leaving only
the wavy brown hair you used to play with
the small hips you touched so many times
the wild eyebrows you said looked like yours
the veins you liked to trace over at night.
An unimaginable force,
you left me,
but I still feel you-
a dark gravity pulling me down into the sadness from which you were born.
pressing its sharp elbow
into my sternum, lungs, heart, chest.
An unimaginable force,
feeding off of my innocence
gnawing me clean, leaving only
the wavy brown hair you used to play with
the small hips you touched so many times
the wild eyebrows you said looked like yours
the veins you liked to trace over at night.
An unimaginable force,
you left me,
but I still feel you-
a dark gravity pulling me down into the sadness from which you were born.
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 10:14pm
30th Jul 2015 10:14pm
This is a Revenge Poem
Do not try to apologize to me
When you eat all of my love, and spit it back in my face.
I will crush your entire existence
and smile while you squirm and beg for mercy.
Because of you
My love has turned to rage, and
you will be the first to receive my kiss.
I'm not naive and I am not fragile.
But You have tried to hurt me, and now it is my turn.
I am simply returning the favor.
This is a revenge poem. You will not read this, but I know that you will feel my revenge soon.
Next time you will learn not to...
When you eat all of my love, and spit it back in my face.
I will crush your entire existence
and smile while you squirm and beg for mercy.
Because of you
My love has turned to rage, and
you will be the first to receive my kiss.
I'm not naive and I am not fragile.
But You have tried to hurt me, and now it is my turn.
I am simply returning the favor.
This is a revenge poem. You will not read this, but I know that you will feel my revenge soon.
Next time you will learn not to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2014 10:21pm
22nd Apr 2014 10:21pm
Toujours Seul
Why is it so hard for you to speak your mind?
I like you, and when we talk I have butterflies;
then you leave me like it was nothing.
My emotions for you are less predictable than a bouy, helplessly
floating towards a vast ocean of loneliness.
Up and down, up and down. I am getting sick of this.
I have no reason why I fell for you,
but I need to know if you like me too.
I'm just wasting away.
I've become a hopeless romantic, praying for
the smallest hint of love or acknowledgement from you.
You continue...
I like you, and when we talk I have butterflies;
then you leave me like it was nothing.
My emotions for you are less predictable than a bouy, helplessly
floating towards a vast ocean of loneliness.
Up and down, up and down. I am getting sick of this.
I have no reason why I fell for you,
but I need to know if you like me too.
I'm just wasting away.
I've become a hopeless romantic, praying for
the smallest hint of love or acknowledgement from you.
You continue...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 2:54pm
14th Apr 2014 2:54pm
Reasons to Hate
Fuck you and your little whore.
When I was innocent and naive,
I chased you like a butterfly.
You lead me on, and promised me paradise.
When I was certain I had caught you,
I opened my palms, but you had changed.
This butterfly became a black widow,
and its fangs pierced my skin.
Your poison decomposed my flesh and heart completely,
I screamed and saw you scurry back into your web of deceit.
I lay dying, I see you fucking another girl.
How foolish I was to think we would be something;
Now you've run away to an...
When I was innocent and naive,
I chased you like a butterfly.
You lead me on, and promised me paradise.
When I was certain I had caught you,
I opened my palms, but you had changed.
This butterfly became a black widow,
and its fangs pierced my skin.
Your poison decomposed my flesh and heart completely,
I screamed and saw you scurry back into your web of deceit.
I lay dying, I see you fucking another girl.
How foolish I was to think we would be something;
Now you've run away to an...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 2:43pm
10th Apr 2014 2:43pm
Blue Flame
I am too tired to hate.
I scream my insanities,
only to hear them echo back from the empty void.
My fury is depleting,
and has become frail ashes in a fire long dead.
I am drained of emotion, left with only words.
Words scrambled into an order I seem fitting,
and by everyone else, they will be ignored.
That once blazing fire burned away all falsities
and scorched betrayal into honesty.
It is all gone, and I am left with this pathetic poem,
waiting for someone to read it.
I scream my insanities,
only to hear them echo back from the empty void.
My fury is depleting,
and has become frail ashes in a fire long dead.
I am drained of emotion, left with only words.
Words scrambled into an order I seem fitting,
and by everyone else, they will be ignored.
That once blazing fire burned away all falsities
and scorched betrayal into honesty.
It is all gone, and I am left with this pathetic poem,
waiting for someone to read it.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 2:49pm
9th Apr 2014 2:49pm
Black Hair, Short Nails
When I speak to you, I laugh and smile;
but you don't know that when I grin,
It is the thought of seeing the color in your face vanish
and reappear on the floor
that makes me happy.
All of your time is spent trying to beat me
and prove how much better you are.
You should know that I wouldn't care if you died,
and neither would your family, from the stories
you foolishly trusted me with telling. (Now everyone knows
how sad and pitiful your life is)
I hope you are successful, I hope you do all...
but you don't know that when I grin,
It is the thought of seeing the color in your face vanish
and reappear on the floor
that makes me happy.
All of your time is spent trying to beat me
and prove how much better you are.
You should know that I wouldn't care if you died,
and neither would your family, from the stories
you foolishly trusted me with telling. (Now everyone knows
how sad and pitiful your life is)
I hope you are successful, I hope you do all...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 2:22am
4th Apr 2014 2:22am
The Tunnel Cliche
Why does everyone compare life to a tunnel?
When one dies, there a light at the end of it.
So for all this time,
for decades, are we living in total darkness?
Do we thrive in a cold nothingness
waiting for a blinding light to raise us from our land?
I don't believe in this tunnel,
for there is no light. We are dark and twisted;
with a single dark shadow as our companion, portraying
our friends, our family, our lovers.
I will die alone, surrounded by ebony and solitude.
I don't want to see light when I pass, I want the...
When one dies, there a light at the end of it.
So for all this time,
for decades, are we living in total darkness?
Do we thrive in a cold nothingness
waiting for a blinding light to raise us from our land?
I don't believe in this tunnel,
for there is no light. We are dark and twisted;
with a single dark shadow as our companion, portraying
our friends, our family, our lovers.
I will die alone, surrounded by ebony and solitude.
I don't want to see light when I pass, I want the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2014 2:48pm
1st Apr 2014 2:48pm
Korean Update
Remember that girl,
who took the one you always thought about?
Well, today I have great news, she is dead.
I burnt her long, black hair and ripped out
her pretty blue fingernails.
She promises and pleads, but all I hear is the
maple tree growing leaves like it had once before.
I can feel the atmosphere's pressure lighten, and
begin to feel the Earth turning again as I
take out her kneecaps.
It is a little dramatic, but I don't care.
She's probably stealing an angel's boyfriend somewhere.
who took the one you always thought about?
Well, today I have great news, she is dead.
I burnt her long, black hair and ripped out
her pretty blue fingernails.
She promises and pleads, but all I hear is the
maple tree growing leaves like it had once before.
I can feel the atmosphere's pressure lighten, and
begin to feel the Earth turning again as I
take out her kneecaps.
It is a little dramatic, but I don't care.
She's probably stealing an angel's boyfriend somewhere.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 2:34pm
25th Feb 2014 2:34pm
Pointless Words
Comparing me to you,
I am nothing.
My words are barely heard
and easily forgotten.
When we talk, you smile and share your stories
and I laugh;
We throw words at each other and
string them up for the world to see.
Unknowingly, we scream pointless words
and whisper our painful fragility.
You do not know how small
and miniscule you are;
the words you say mean nothing
and you will not matter to anyone
in such a small amount of time.
I feel so sorry for you,
ignorant little being,
for you have no idea
that we will...
I am nothing.
My words are barely heard
and easily forgotten.
When we talk, you smile and share your stories
and I laugh;
We throw words at each other and
string them up for the world to see.
Unknowingly, we scream pointless words
and whisper our painful fragility.
You do not know how small
and miniscule you are;
the words you say mean nothing
and you will not matter to anyone
in such a small amount of time.
I feel so sorry for you,
ignorant little being,
for you have no idea
that we will...
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 11:56pm
8th Feb 2014 11:56pm
Summer Dream
The desert sun is a deep orange.
We sit around the fire,
singing songs of a caravan
and crying for the dead.
Salamanders scramble from one home to another
Owls are hunting for prey
And we witness the circle of life.
We can hear the stars
and see colors dancing
above the rambling caravan
in our songs.
We sit around the fire,
singing songs of a caravan
and crying for the dead.
Salamanders scramble from one home to another
Owls are hunting for prey
And we witness the circle of life.
We can hear the stars
and see colors dancing
above the rambling caravan
in our songs.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 1:44am
4th Feb 2014 1:44am
To Death with Caring
These actions
These thoughts
aren't mine.
I have been starved out of contact
with the mice in the meadow.
My hunger for peace
is ravenous.
I ask how and why,
but the only answer I get is
The cawing of a lone bird
Or the howl of a silver wolf.
A wall is around me
and I live in solitude.
This place is terrifying,
but is the only home I've known.
I flail out of control
and let the night take over,
for I am only a child
in the eyes of the moon.
I fear I'm getting worse.
these poems are...
These thoughts
aren't mine.
I have been starved out of contact
with the mice in the meadow.
My hunger for peace
is ravenous.
I ask how and why,
but the only answer I get is
The cawing of a lone bird
Or the howl of a silver wolf.
A wall is around me
and I live in solitude.
This place is terrifying,
but is the only home I've known.
I flail out of control
and let the night take over,
for I am only a child
in the eyes of the moon.
I fear I'm getting worse.
these poems are...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 6:29pm
3rd Feb 2014 6:29pm
Violet's Influence
This blood is boiling
with rage at the women
and men with nice hair and shiny cars.
This isn't life!
Your ideas are twisted and
motivation demented,
Have you no barriers keeping you from your own greed?
With no clue of enlightenment,
these superficial bags of blood and bone
are blind to humbleness and honesty.
How can you sit atop of your perch?
Like a vulture you scavenge, but for for gold,
and you pick apart your victim mercilessly.
This heart grows cold for you,
and this heart hopes you die
alone and scared;...
with rage at the women
and men with nice hair and shiny cars.
This isn't life!
Your ideas are twisted and
motivation demented,
Have you no barriers keeping you from your own greed?
With no clue of enlightenment,
these superficial bags of blood and bone
are blind to humbleness and honesty.
How can you sit atop of your perch?
Like a vulture you scavenge, but for for gold,
and you pick apart your victim mercilessly.
This heart grows cold for you,
and this heart hopes you die
alone and scared;...
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