Submissions by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Books:
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2021 4:47am
11th Oct 2021 4:47am
plain sky
i wish i was ordinary,
like a coal miner's daughter
and black with ash and
work.
i can love, and row and
slop the pigs;
i don't see light but
through his eyes.
forever the sky pulls,
weaves and I make
clothes for you.
i tried to ferret away,
at nerves,
at regrets,
at love;
i know it goes on,
it remembers but
without awareness.
dawn again.
like a coal miner's daughter
and black with ash and
work.
i can love, and row and
slop the pigs;
i don't see light but
through his eyes.
forever the sky pulls,
weaves and I make
clothes for you.
i tried to ferret away,
at nerves,
at regrets,
at love;
i know it goes on,
it remembers but
without awareness.
dawn again.
#heartbroken
#peace
#IMissYou
336 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
10th Oct 2021 8:31pm
10th Oct 2021 8:31pm
houston
she ran away at quite a clip,
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
#abuse
#scary
#ShortStory
367 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Oct 2021 8:21pm
10th Oct 2021 8:21pm
scarecrow
the most atrocious thing in the
world begins with a kiss;
on the face of the avowed one.
he's the wheel of it all.
he stroked the fires and makes me kill
all the birds rolling the fields, picking
the seeds
of my scarecrow.
i took it as fate,
i was more scarier then sundown,
the birds called and called
and i died that day.
i licked the fates of plate-glass.
it tasted bloody and bad.
i had a mother and i loved.
i had no time to say what was said.
i believe you when you read this- ...
world begins with a kiss;
on the face of the avowed one.
he's the wheel of it all.
he stroked the fires and makes me kill
all the birds rolling the fields, picking
the seeds
of my scarecrow.
i took it as fate,
i was more scarier then sundown,
the birds called and called
and i died that day.
i licked the fates of plate-glass.
it tasted bloody and bad.
i had a mother and i loved.
i had no time to say what was said.
i believe you when you read this- ...
#anger
#heartbroken
#breakup
278 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Oct 2021 3:11am
9th Oct 2021 3:11am
one room apartment
i haven't written anything
worth a monopoly of
your time.
the breezes are still cold and
everything hurts with talk.
10pm was a starting point
but now threatens total chaos.
sorry i won't waste
precious moisture
on tears.
write that down.
worth a monopoly of
your time.
the breezes are still cold and
everything hurts with talk.
10pm was a starting point
but now threatens total chaos.
sorry i won't waste
precious moisture
on tears.
write that down.
#sadness
#anger
#depression
263 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Oct 2021 3:10am
9th Oct 2021 3:10am
face in the crowd
i know courtesy is dead.
in the concourse-
it's vile lark.
just when i think i am jolly-
in walks and says a shrug.
there are just so many maybes,
life's ticket is neither fit nor relaxed;
chatter to the crypt lich my respects-
lucky fool in me.
in the concourse-
it's vile lark.
just when i think i am jolly-
in walks and says a shrug.
there are just so many maybes,
life's ticket is neither fit nor relaxed;
chatter to the crypt lich my respects-
lucky fool in me.
#sadness
#anger
#depression
253 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 00:12am
8th Oct 2021 00:12am
lemming
i lack the finality of
the assassin-
it will not end. my claws are tame.
i dig it with a gusto unheard of
in modern civility.
it's a head-turner.
the assassin-
it will not end. my claws are tame.
i dig it with a gusto unheard of
in modern civility.
it's a head-turner.
#anger
#anxiety
#rejection
365 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 00:04am
8th Oct 2021 00:04am
in an awkward place
my time is sundown.
it hides me in a wake of covering hands;
it is cooler like my skin after i release-
i bathe in sometime else too-
water- it sticks
heat- it burns the fits, and starts of stupidity.
my life- a robot operation and i'm
out
of
breath
it hides me in a wake of covering hands;
it is cooler like my skin after i release-
i bathe in sometime else too-
water- it sticks
heat- it burns the fits, and starts of stupidity.
my life- a robot operation and i'm
out
of
breath
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
204 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2021 2:59am
28th Aug 2021 2:59am
lean meet me
the ride, the sun was great.
the wheels did contain
my love of it all.
i did sway and pull and pedal hard,
the goal is unknown but i think to feel
good
i run and there was an end,
and it was sweat and feet swell and
i feel i did things.
i do it again
the wheels did contain
my love of it all.
i did sway and pull and pedal hard,
the goal is unknown but i think to feel
good
i run and there was an end,
and it was sweat and feet swell and
i feel i did things.
i do it again
#strength
#hope
#motivational
276 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2021 2:51am
28th Aug 2021 2:51am
mortals
the mortals tell the story
and i fell, down
to the level up & fielded;
there are many passer-by,
a trunk of spite & looks and go
i fell
down
the way-ward pike, curved in satin and bone.
i fell up and down & no control,
dear god
catch me, the hand of glory-ridden rags
and i fell, down
to the level up & fielded;
there are many passer-by,
a trunk of spite & looks and go
i fell
down
the way-ward pike, curved in satin and bone.
i fell up and down & no control,
dear god
catch me, the hand of glory-ridden rags
#emptiness
#SelfWorth
628 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2021 4:11am
19th May 2021 4:11am
feedback
so electric bullies bolter,
shamming old ladies of
their millions;
I reject the notion it's easy
to understand the sort.
I once knew the secrets to
stop everything bad and to
flay it straight and teach myself
not to gag on life deposits.
it was meaty.
the only cure is a whisper, a
cold bath of fortune or suckle
the angels but I
reject the notion.
shamming old ladies of
their millions;
I reject the notion it's easy
to understand the sort.
I once knew the secrets to
stop everything bad and to
flay it straight and teach myself
not to gag on life deposits.
it was meaty.
the only cure is a whisper, a
cold bath of fortune or suckle
the angels but I
reject the notion.
#anxiety
#disappointment
458 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 2:22am
26th Apr 2021 2:22am
earth-struck
the rocky road to earth was lean.
i escaped from oblivion once again.
i came from a world of plague.
it was fallen from the day of one-
they didn't know the meaning or reason
of source to cure.
i remembered and i fought a pain of
them all.
i didn't feel well as i plunged toward a planet called
earth.
i escaped from oblivion once again.
i came from a world of plague.
it was fallen from the day of one-
they didn't know the meaning or reason
of source to cure.
i remembered and i fought a pain of
them all.
i didn't feel well as i plunged toward a planet called
earth.
#sadness
#depression
#dreams
320 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:16am
3rd Jan 2021 7:16am
last stars i see
going to a super nova
was not an idea fully-squared.
they say math is poly-fun;
trigonometry.
getting lost, no space charts
coursed; believing in the
enviable-
and being wrong.
computations are exact;
micro to a dime;
no need to second-guess:
it might be okay.
was not an idea fully-squared.
they say math is poly-fun;
trigonometry.
getting lost, no space charts
coursed; believing in the
enviable-
and being wrong.
computations are exact;
micro to a dime;
no need to second-guess:
it might be okay.
#technology
#earth
#universe
#stars
#scifi
328 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
