Submissions by jhollis505
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2014 5:19am
28th Apr 2014 5:19am
her
She was the one
She was happiness
She was gospel
She was everything
She was more than human
She was the one
She was happiness
She was gospel
She was everything
She was... infuriating
She was my life
She was venomous
She was enchanting
She was deceitful...
I loved her.
She was happiness
She was gospel
She was everything
She was more than human
She was the one
She was happiness
She was gospel
She was everything
She was... infuriating
She was my life
She was venomous
She was enchanting
She was deceitful...
I loved her.
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2012 5:57am
17th Nov 2012 5:57am
no more
i fight the urge. i fight it to live another day, hoping she will come back. the urge grows more and more beautiful every day she doesn't come. the pills on my bedside counter glow more and more every day she doesn't come. life goes on, but mine cannot. one day the urge will overcome my broken body. and that day, i will sleep like a baby, dreaming of her. me with her, cuddling together as i my eyes wonder to sleep and i am no more.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 00:27am
14th Apr 2012 00:27am
Depression
The dull pain of the cuts linger as I lay awake.
My dreams remain unfulfilled, with no good to take.
As the blade shines oddly in the dim light,
It reveals my thoughts truthfully,
as the moon does the night.
My mind is a morgue, full of dead dreams,
Hardly kept together by the frayed lace at the seams.
And when the clocks strikes,
At half past three,
I'll be reminded of how I'll never be free.
by Darien Fields
My dreams remain unfulfilled, with no good to take.
As the blade shines oddly in the dim light,
It reveals my thoughts truthfully,
as the moon does the night.
My mind is a morgue, full of dead dreams,
Hardly kept together by the frayed lace at the seams.
And when the clocks strikes,
At half past three,
I'll be reminded of how I'll never be free.
by Darien Fields
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2011 2:48am
16th Dec 2011 2:48am
After Life
My brain flips on and off as yellow cracks of life flutter through these wooden walls that surround me. My copper colored eyes blink with unknowing excitement. My body tosses and turns on this naked bed with no success of getting off. I pull and pull only to realize I am chained down. My memory races to recall past events, but only ones of childhood show up.
Where am I? Who am I? Questions fill my mind.
Screams burst out of my nasty mouth into the stale air.
Seconds go by as a second, third, and fourth scream is released into the world.
A silver bomb...
Where am I? Who am I? Questions fill my mind.
Screams burst out of my nasty mouth into the stale air.
Seconds go by as a second, third, and fourth scream is released into the world.
A silver bomb...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2011 2:09am
16th Dec 2011 2:09am
Afraid, No More
The dark drips
Onto my bed
Onto my tv
Into my life.
The dark drips
Onto my dresser
Onto my cat
Into my life.
The dark drips
Into my veins
Into my heart
Into my soul.
The dark…
Goes away,
“Why aren’t you
Asleep?”
I smile in the
Light of my
Mom defeating
The dark.
Onto my bed
Onto my tv
Into my life.
The dark drips
Onto my dresser
Onto my cat
Into my life.
The dark drips
Into my veins
Into my heart
Into my soul.
The dark…
Goes away,
“Why aren’t you
Asleep?”
I smile in the
Light of my
Mom defeating
The dark.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2011 1:38am
26th Sep 2011 1:38am
Living
The bright dawn
Drives the surreal
Into my realist mind.
Ceremonies have fallen
In the wake of my
Untimely birth.
My clouded spirit
Was, at once, free
Of decisions.
I have a destiny
To grow and descend
Into my twilight years.
But destiny is a
Fickle beast, a unknowing disease
that waits in the shadows
When you think it's laid out
Right in front of you.
But no, the fiendish monster
Tricks all into believing in it's
Baby- cute face.
The world believes and
Goes on without the...
Drives the surreal
Into my realist mind.
Ceremonies have fallen
In the wake of my
Untimely birth.
My clouded spirit
Was, at once, free
Of decisions.
I have a destiny
To grow and descend
Into my twilight years.
But destiny is a
Fickle beast, a unknowing disease
that waits in the shadows
When you think it's laid out
Right in front of you.
But no, the fiendish monster
Tricks all into believing in it's
Baby- cute face.
The world believes and
Goes on without the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2011 1:45am
19th Sep 2011 1:45am
The Shy
The shy drag their feet.
The shy hide their face.
The shy salivate for a chance.
They quiver when the one that doesn't leave their mind approaches.
A light shines low inside them, waiting for the moment all changes.
And it will.
The shy hide their face.
The shy salivate for a chance.
They quiver when the one that doesn't leave their mind approaches.
A light shines low inside them, waiting for the moment all changes.
And it will.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2011 2:19am
9th Sep 2011 2:19am
Falling
It feels like I'm falling...
Why does it feel like I'm falling,
Drifting in and out
Of this wasted ground
Under my blood stained soles
The change creeps back
Into my soul
Forever realizing that I
Can't, can't do this
For I am not the One
I'm falling to god's grace
But the grace is a
Fog of my past
Present and Future
Holding me back
From all I can do...
It feels like I'm falling
But can never stop.
Why does it feel like I'm falling,
Drifting in and out
Of this wasted ground
Under my blood stained soles
The change creeps back
Into my soul
Forever realizing that I
Can't, can't do this
For I am not the One
I'm falling to god's grace
But the grace is a
Fog of my past
Present and Future
Holding me back
From all I can do...
It feels like I'm falling
But can never stop.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Aug 2011 5:02pm
20th Aug 2011 5:02pm
If Only
Just wanna run.
Wanna run for the hills.
Past the hills to the sunset.
My heart beats for a new beginning,
out beyond the beyond.
If only I could slit the threads that bond us.
If only my soul could handle the past and new.
If only...
Wanna run for the hills.
Past the hills to the sunset.
My heart beats for a new beginning,
out beyond the beyond.
If only I could slit the threads that bond us.
If only my soul could handle the past and new.
If only...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 6:39pm
16th Aug 2011 6:39pm
The Days
I think of easy- going days drifting in and out of each other's rooms, the languid way the afternoon would fold into evening then into night. I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea. I think about how i read them lying on my front in the grass on warm afternoons, my hair- which I was growing long then- always falling across my vision.
It was always stuff like that at breakfast; never who you'd had sex with the night before.
It was always stuff like that at breakfast; never who you'd had sex with the night before.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2011 5:50am
11th Aug 2011 5:50am
Mirror Mirror, Who Is The Fairest of Them All
That mirror, mirror on the wall
Tells who is the fairest of them all.
That mirror knows
Whom is first, second, and, worse of all, last.
That line awaits
For the all knowing mirror on the wall.
My turn awaits
The judgement.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of the them all?"
That mirror's deep, godlike voice crawls down my spine.
"You are not, not the fairest of them all.
Not even close."
That mirror, mirror on the wall
Is all knowing.
I see an abomination in that...
Tells who is the fairest of them all.
That mirror knows
Whom is first, second, and, worse of all, last.
That line awaits
For the all knowing mirror on the wall.
My turn awaits
The judgement.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of the them all?"
That mirror's deep, godlike voice crawls down my spine.
"You are not, not the fairest of them all.
Not even close."
That mirror, mirror on the wall
Is all knowing.
I see an abomination in that...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Aug 2011 5:33am
11th Aug 2011 5:33am
Haven't thought of a title yet
The sun outside lights the sand and dirt that was the desert. Now, just a wasteland to the homeless survivors attempting to live a life that was lost decades ago. the aggressive wind carries sand particles past my dirty, seat- sided window. The bus jerked around on the dirt road; making my pack rumble about on the old, brown seat. At the bow were two black men arguing. My ears begin ringing from the ruckus occurring up front.
A woman, two seats up and one to the left, caught my eye a few hours ago. She began to clean her colt. The birth of her hands carefully stroking the barrel up and...
A woman, two seats up and one to the left, caught my eye a few hours ago. She began to clean her colt. The birth of her hands carefully stroking the barrel up and...
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