Submissions by jezabel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2010 12:41pm
27th Feb 2010 12:41pm
A way forward?
Gone to the hills, but not to the top
A crackle as wood splits from the fire
Haunted in sleep of the blood past
How long does pain last
Ive asked the sky, the burning wood
Bowed down to the ground, held her hand
Thrown afoot of this beggars bed
When did love forget
Fossilised amongst regret, though still.
Standing a pair of eyes hearing all they see,
Why do I feel such guilt. Anger flows,
I'm in denial, I can't let it take me
Where I do not know, to give in,
to break, the mountains would move
Who then would reach the top,...
A crackle as wood splits from the fire
Haunted in sleep of the blood past
How long does pain last
Ive asked the sky, the burning wood
Bowed down to the ground, held her hand
Thrown afoot of this beggars bed
When did love forget
Fossilised amongst regret, though still.
Standing a pair of eyes hearing all they see,
Why do I feel such guilt. Anger flows,
I'm in denial, I can't let it take me
Where I do not know, to give in,
to break, the mountains would move
Who then would reach the top,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 8:32pm
26th Feb 2010 8:32pm
the perils of drink and woman
Have you ever messed about with a chemistry set
Twisted words into a manipulation of your sex
Fought so long you were forgotten, bar rotten?
Drowned in yeast, potato water on Bachus' word?
A feminist trapped in a world of men,
laugh not, the walls are thick, heads will roll
a woman who knows not her reason, just her hate
Fear is a her friend and her soul will coat the bottle.
Tangled up in a web of urban souls at sea,
Stomping ground upon the vines that weave out the dirt
Our streets will chant the name, running with the chariot ...
Twisted words into a manipulation of your sex
Fought so long you were forgotten, bar rotten?
Drowned in yeast, potato water on Bachus' word?
A feminist trapped in a world of men,
laugh not, the walls are thick, heads will roll
a woman who knows not her reason, just her hate
Fear is a her friend and her soul will coat the bottle.
Tangled up in a web of urban souls at sea,
Stomping ground upon the vines that weave out the dirt
Our streets will chant the name, running with the chariot ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 5:39pm
26th Feb 2010 5:39pm
wk old in prgressed
eye behind the eye
staring back at me
crystaiised again
ceiling closing in
not sure which way
liquidised again
blood pooling
not boiling, spiling
liquid eyes AGAIN!
staring back at me
crystaiised again
ceiling closing in
not sure which way
liquidised again
blood pooling
not boiling, spiling
liquid eyes AGAIN!
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2010 1:18pm
16th Feb 2010 1:18pm
home
Upon that hill, amongst the long grass
Down in the mud, where the river blasts
I wish I knew where home was now.
In the town, where elders greet you
At the bar, where they beat you
I thought I knew where home was.
Quoted and followed, where the heart is
lost and broken, how should it be?
Not like this, I feel like i'm at sea
Get the car, on your bike, feel like shite
whatever and where ever you like
Pretend not to care........its alright!
Down in the mud, where the river blasts
I wish I knew where home was now.
In the town, where elders greet you
At the bar, where they beat you
I thought I knew where home was.
Quoted and followed, where the heart is
lost and broken, how should it be?
Not like this, I feel like i'm at sea
Get the car, on your bike, feel like shite
whatever and where ever you like
Pretend not to care........its alright!
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Feb 2010 9:19pm
15th Feb 2010 9:19pm
To my father
Where does it start,
how can you pinpoint the place,
where if something was changed
we would no longer stand apart?
Belonging; the strongest feeling,
one I chased and craved,
I thought I was understood,
how could you shut me out?
You believed them over me,
She naive and younger,
not even bound through blood,
when will my father trust in me?
Promised me many things
let down so many times.
But I didn't stop loving or respecting you.
I dreamed of being in your life,
but you gave it to them...
how can you pinpoint the place,
where if something was changed
we would no longer stand apart?
Belonging; the strongest feeling,
one I chased and craved,
I thought I was understood,
how could you shut me out?
You believed them over me,
She naive and younger,
not even bound through blood,
when will my father trust in me?
Promised me many things
let down so many times.
But I didn't stop loving or respecting you.
I dreamed of being in your life,
but you gave it to them...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2010 8:25pm
15th Feb 2010 8:25pm
I don't know how it happened
I was ripped apart;
now there is new life.
New life? She loves me,
a beauty I did not deserve.
I see the scars, they remind me
of a past I wish I could forget
Selfish, angry and broken
I do not want to be touched.
A small hand of wonder
I can not feel it,
it’s my fault this happened
the scars remind me.
Everyday past, I see less
the clock hands are turning
I smile and teach and laugh
But the scars remind me.
now there is new life.
New life? She loves me,
a beauty I did not deserve.
I see the scars, they remind me
of a past I wish I could forget
Selfish, angry and broken
I do not want to be touched.
A small hand of wonder
I can not feel it,
it’s my fault this happened
the scars remind me.
Everyday past, I see less
the clock hands are turning
I smile and teach and laugh
But the scars remind me.
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