Submissions by jhforever
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2011 2:49am
15th Jun 2011 2:49am
Driving
Raindrops on the window
Driving on that back road
If you don't mind
I think I'll pull over for a bit
Just to sit
I look left and there's nothing
Vision turning blurry
Everything is going too fast
How did I get here?
Back tracking the way doesn't seem possible
I press harder on the accelerator
Tear off the rear view mirror
Fuck it
Possible collision is inevitable
Careening around the corner
My skin burns with excitement
I want to scare myself to death
Turn up the music
I can still hear myself screaming
Driving on that back road
If you don't mind
I think I'll pull over for a bit
Just to sit
I look left and there's nothing
Vision turning blurry
Everything is going too fast
How did I get here?
Back tracking the way doesn't seem possible
I press harder on the accelerator
Tear off the rear view mirror
Fuck it
Possible collision is inevitable
Careening around the corner
My skin burns with excitement
I want to scare myself to death
Turn up the music
I can still hear myself screaming
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2011 00:47am
6th Jun 2011 00:47am
That Girl
I've never been in love.
To tell the truth, not that excited.
I don't feel as though I am above
I have seen the darkness it has lighted.
Watched them get their hearts broken
Watched tears fall heavy and hard
These acted like the months' token
Left to nothing, a mistake, a discard
Maybe I don't want to fall
Or the right person hasn't come
He better hurry before he can't climb the wall
Don't get me wrong, I can still get some.
Use my body and laugh to defend.
Use it for the wrong reasons,
Better self esteem for awhile, if...
To tell the truth, not that excited.
I don't feel as though I am above
I have seen the darkness it has lighted.
Watched them get their hearts broken
Watched tears fall heavy and hard
These acted like the months' token
Left to nothing, a mistake, a discard
Maybe I don't want to fall
Or the right person hasn't come
He better hurry before he can't climb the wall
Don't get me wrong, I can still get some.
Use my body and laugh to defend.
Use it for the wrong reasons,
Better self esteem for awhile, if...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2011 8:43pm
1st Jun 2011 8:43pm
Down
Feeling persecuted
As my body is rushed to places unknown
So sure that something is out there
Out there to get me
Was the plan to end it young and immature
Barely realizing the light through the windows
Eyes fluttering against the pain
Stopping short of breath
Transport me to wherever you like
I don't know anymore if I have been wronged or righted
As my body is rushed to places unknown
So sure that something is out there
Out there to get me
Was the plan to end it young and immature
Barely realizing the light through the windows
Eyes fluttering against the pain
Stopping short of breath
Transport me to wherever you like
I don't know anymore if I have been wronged or righted
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2011 3:48am
25th May 2011 3:48am
Tattoos
It's the stinging of the needle...the incessant buzzing. And best of all it's the end product, a beautiful peice of art.
I shall cover each and every scar. Purple strectch marks darkened by medication and scars from over four surgeries; these too will be turned into a beauty unknown to others. Every picture is covered by my shirt or pants. I put on that corporate look, so calm and so mature.
Yet everytime I hear that buzzing...it's like a magnet attracted to its opposite pole. That loud rock music gives me the shivers; like this is where I belong.
Mothers, daughters, family and...
I shall cover each and every scar. Purple strectch marks darkened by medication and scars from over four surgeries; these too will be turned into a beauty unknown to others. Every picture is covered by my shirt or pants. I put on that corporate look, so calm and so mature.
Yet everytime I hear that buzzing...it's like a magnet attracted to its opposite pole. That loud rock music gives me the shivers; like this is where I belong.
Mothers, daughters, family and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2011 10:09pm
18th May 2011 10:09pm
I Could Do It Myself
I thought you said you would protect me
No one could hurt me
No one but you
If I wanted to hurt
I could do it myself
You twisted and slid me into your sight
You lied
If I wanted a lie
I could do it myself
I fell so deeply in love with you months ago
I miss you when your body isn't next to mine
You weren't that good anyway
I could do it myself
No one could hurt me
No one but you
If I wanted to hurt
I could do it myself
You twisted and slid me into your sight
You lied
If I wanted a lie
I could do it myself
I fell so deeply in love with you months ago
I miss you when your body isn't next to mine
You weren't that good anyway
I could do it myself
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2011 10:04pm
18th May 2011 10:04pm
Addiction
Were you Addicted?
To that out of control
Abnormally high feeling
Did you replace it with me?
Was our love so great it consumed you whole?
I know it did me...
Did you take a hit every time you kissed me?
Just the sweetness, the warm feeling
Did you get high every time we made love
Was it a state of ecstasy that you never wanted to leave?
I didn't...
Did you grow old of it all?
Was there no high any more
Which made you leave
It made me...
Addiction is hard
It's harder than living
Because it feels so good for so long
Until...
To that out of control
Abnormally high feeling
Did you replace it with me?
Was our love so great it consumed you whole?
I know it did me...
Did you take a hit every time you kissed me?
Just the sweetness, the warm feeling
Did you get high every time we made love
Was it a state of ecstasy that you never wanted to leave?
I didn't...
Did you grow old of it all?
Was there no high any more
Which made you leave
It made me...
Addiction is hard
It's harder than living
Because it feels so good for so long
Until...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th May 2011 8:14pm
17th May 2011 8:14pm
Cutter
I amashamed of where
Blood was drawn.
And no one noticed.
My scars are the only sign.
The only sign of how I feel.
I scream in silence.
I cry in fear.
In fear, that I cannot feel
In fear, that I cannot deal
Should I whisper my secrets?
To be betrayed.
Alone with my thoughts,
I go crazy.
And still ashamed,
Of the scars on my wrists
Of the scars on my cheeks
Reminders forever.
Blood was drawn.
And no one noticed.
My scars are the only sign.
The only sign of how I feel.
I scream in silence.
I cry in fear.
In fear, that I cannot feel
In fear, that I cannot deal
Should I whisper my secrets?
To be betrayed.
Alone with my thoughts,
I go crazy.
And still ashamed,
Of the scars on my wrists
Of the scars on my cheeks
Reminders forever.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2011 9:08pm
22nd Apr 2011 9:08pm
Bella Bionde
Crisp, white corners
Each square on a round corner
Laying down would crease the perfection
All that hard work
Done for nothing
So I ash my Marlboro 27 on the pillow
Is this my closure
Not even close...
Blood in, blood out
As they say.
No more Bella Bionde
Ugly on te outside as well as in
Corrupt and unprepared
But ready for your answers
Ripping that chain off
My name on your lips should burn
Like the scars on my hips
Stand straight and take it like a soldier
War is at home
Each square on a round corner
Laying down would crease the perfection
All that hard work
Done for nothing
So I ash my Marlboro 27 on the pillow
Is this my closure
Not even close...
Blood in, blood out
As they say.
No more Bella Bionde
Ugly on te outside as well as in
Corrupt and unprepared
But ready for your answers
Ripping that chain off
My name on your lips should burn
Like the scars on my hips
Stand straight and take it like a soldier
War is at home
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2011 8:59pm
22nd Apr 2011 8:59pm
Body Art
Turn my body to art.
Take out your markers
And scribble down my legs and belly.
Turn my body to art.
Cover my scars.
Replace the memories with flowers.
Turn my body to art.
Paint over everything I've got.
I want to be picture perfect.
Take out your markers
And scribble down my legs and belly.
Turn my body to art.
Cover my scars.
Replace the memories with flowers.
Turn my body to art.
Paint over everything I've got.
I want to be picture perfect.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2011 11:16pm
21st Apr 2011 11:16pm
Standing
Lost in the snow
Try and catch just one on the tongue
It melts so fast
But thoughts continue to cycle
And the wind to blow
Exhaling smoke
A feeling of importance
Standing there all night
Watching all shuffle past
Never noticing the beauty
Of a pure night
When all is refreshed and clean
It slows down the people
The city becomes confused
But standing there, just exhaling
Trying to catch that perfect flake
I feel perfect solitude
Try and catch just one on the tongue
It melts so fast
But thoughts continue to cycle
And the wind to blow
Exhaling smoke
A feeling of importance
Standing there all night
Watching all shuffle past
Never noticing the beauty
Of a pure night
When all is refreshed and clean
It slows down the people
The city becomes confused
But standing there, just exhaling
Trying to catch that perfect flake
I feel perfect solitude
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2011 9:44pm
17th Feb 2011 9:44pm
Selfish
Masturbation times three
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
Smoking cigarettes by the pack
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
Fucking one after another
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I heard every lie you said
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I learned every subject in the book
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I need more than you can give
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I wish upon every star in the sky
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I questioned every proven...
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
Smoking cigarettes by the pack
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
Fucking one after another
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I heard every lie you said
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I learned every subject in the book
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I need more than you can give
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I wish upon every star in the sky
I couldn't get enough
Of myself...
I questioned every proven...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2011 00:44am
13th Feb 2011 00:44am
My Job
I screamed
Into the silence
I ran
Into a crowded room
Disturbing the peace
Public Intoxication
Aggravated Sexual Assault
Great Bodily Harm
I cried
Into my old, worn sweater
I jumped
Into your arms
Kidnapping
9-1
Predatory Criminal Sexual Abuse
Failure to Register
I recoiled
Into an imaginary closet
I came
Into myself...amid the darkness
Into the silence
I ran
Into a crowded room
Disturbing the peace
Public Intoxication
Aggravated Sexual Assault
Great Bodily Harm
I cried
Into my old, worn sweater
I jumped
Into your arms
Kidnapping
9-1
Predatory Criminal Sexual Abuse
Failure to Register
I recoiled
Into an imaginary closet
I came
Into myself...amid the darkness
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