Submissions by justdontask
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write how i feel, not usually about any subject in particular
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 4:01am
26th Apr 2014 4:01am
Hindrance
she lingered under the hot water
thinking if she stayed long enough
the steam might melt her skin, expose her
she wanted to lose herself in limbo
start a journey through a maze of tangled hair
and discover something of troubling difference
she yearned to rake her fingers across the roads of her skin
to clutch her temples, the doors to her petrified mind made of wood
she hoped the water would tragically rot her away, romanticize
her pain and heal her whilst being pulled back up into the atmosphere
...
thinking if she stayed long enough
the steam might melt her skin, expose her
she wanted to lose herself in limbo
start a journey through a maze of tangled hair
and discover something of troubling difference
she yearned to rake her fingers across the roads of her skin
to clutch her temples, the doors to her petrified mind made of wood
she hoped the water would tragically rot her away, romanticize
her pain and heal her whilst being pulled back up into the atmosphere
...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 4:32pm
15th Apr 2014 4:32pm
Four Letters
when my brother fell out of love
he didn't want to speak
and when excuses spilled out
his tongue was to his cheek
to me, i was scared
i thought love was the dark swirling deep end of a lake
and when you fall in
you are so consumed and engulfed that there are no breaths for you to take
i saw love as the binding of a deceiving man and a woman small
a man with soft hands that would grip me with withdrawal
a woman not all good, who would comfort but never...
he didn't want to speak
and when excuses spilled out
his tongue was to his cheek
to me, i was scared
i thought love was the dark swirling deep end of a lake
and when you fall in
you are so consumed and engulfed that there are no breaths for you to take
i saw love as the binding of a deceiving man and a woman small
a man with soft hands that would grip me with withdrawal
a woman not all good, who would comfort but never...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 10:28pm
30th Mar 2014 10:28pm
Her
it was hard for her
struggling against his steady arms
she saw red
but nothing was passionate
his smooth hands held onto her body
leaving marks upon her skin
each finger
tracing a word he wanted her to spell
with her limbs
he wanted her to conform
be something beautiful
he wished for something beautiful of his own
he had gotten mad
when she told him that she wasn't his anymore
he pushed her into a storybook
and saw her name upon the page
his story with her name
his,
her,
her he wanted
only...
struggling against his steady arms
she saw red
but nothing was passionate
his smooth hands held onto her body
leaving marks upon her skin
each finger
tracing a word he wanted her to spell
with her limbs
he wanted her to conform
be something beautiful
he wished for something beautiful of his own
he had gotten mad
when she told him that she wasn't his anymore
he pushed her into a storybook
and saw her name upon the page
his story with her name
his,
her,
her he wanted
only...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 11:02pm
21st Mar 2014 11:02pm
Dear Nerdy Boy
i’m not sorry i don’t get your references
your introverted deferences
a sentimental value to you but to me no essence is
there
i thought sorry would be our word
and i hope you would forget i brought it up
i’m scared i won’t know what to say
incompetence may have killed the cat
remember me as your sorry feline
but i am not sorry
nor am i a pussy
your introverted deferences
a sentimental value to you but to me no essence is
there
i thought sorry would be our word
and i hope you would forget i brought it up
i’m scared i won’t know what to say
incompetence may have killed the cat
remember me as your sorry feline
but i am not sorry
nor am i a pussy
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 2:30am
21st Feb 2014 2:30am
Didn't
Eight years old
and she heard her crying through the wall.
Tears climbed their layered barrier hoping,
only to fall down, a shattered calmness.
She was too young.
Twelve years old
and she saw her slipping into skins of dark shades.
A still shape, empty compassion,
defeated by deafening restraints.
She was untouched and left alone wondering.
Fourteen years old
Familiar with unfamiliar hands
She looked around the house
and could not find her and panicked.
Hospital corners had kept the secrets tucked away
The...
and she heard her crying through the wall.
Tears climbed their layered barrier hoping,
only to fall down, a shattered calmness.
She was too young.
Twelve years old
and she saw her slipping into skins of dark shades.
A still shape, empty compassion,
defeated by deafening restraints.
She was untouched and left alone wondering.
Fourteen years old
Familiar with unfamiliar hands
She looked around the house
and could not find her and panicked.
Hospital corners had kept the secrets tucked away
The...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 11:57pm
3rd Feb 2014 11:57pm
A Two-Sided Sorry
why can't you just tell me?
not tell him?
you walk right past me
don't act like nothing is everything
when you touch me
with your plastic fingers
and dismiss my attempts
i'm trying
stop blaming me for your kids mistakes
help them, guide them
don't let them see you teaching me
what you might forget to teach them
your words i can take
but not your ignorance
i listen to your dramatics
i can't ignore your avoidance
it hurts me too
we aren't as tangled as you may think
my outside isn't as...
not tell him?
you walk right past me
don't act like nothing is everything
when you touch me
with your plastic fingers
and dismiss my attempts
i'm trying
stop blaming me for your kids mistakes
help them, guide them
don't let them see you teaching me
what you might forget to teach them
your words i can take
but not your ignorance
i listen to your dramatics
i can't ignore your avoidance
it hurts me too
we aren't as tangled as you may think
my outside isn't as...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 10:37pm
3rd Jan 2014 10:37pm
Inky Creatures
As I write
the words have grown
tiny legs and arms carry
them up my fingers.
They dance in the cracks of
my dry skin and lie
in between the wrinkles in
my knuckles.
Gnawing at my flesh, causing
craters to form, filling them
and smoothing them over with
precision.
They wrap around my
fingers, crawling back
up the pen and into the
color, blending with the dye.
Closing their eyes, their bodies melt
together and fall through the tip of
my pen. The shapes conform but my lines
start to stutter, my...
the words have grown
tiny legs and arms carry
them up my fingers.
They dance in the cracks of
my dry skin and lie
in between the wrinkles in
my knuckles.
Gnawing at my flesh, causing
craters to form, filling them
and smoothing them over with
precision.
They wrap around my
fingers, crawling back
up the pen and into the
color, blending with the dye.
Closing their eyes, their bodies melt
together and fall through the tip of
my pen. The shapes conform but my lines
start to stutter, my...
608 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 5:37am
3rd Jan 2014 5:37am
College Girl
I look at her and it seems she is under control
she is well kept and the frames around her eyes rest wearily
her words are an infinity sign
not the cliché kind, but in a never-ending, continuous kind of way
they curl at the end
looping around my head
enveloping me with thoughts of the future
she blinks opportunity
A sweet smile and humble breaths
I'm not sure that she can see herself
but deep down she has settled
and for that I am happy
for that I am proud.
she is well kept and the frames around her eyes rest wearily
her words are an infinity sign
not the cliché kind, but in a never-ending, continuous kind of way
they curl at the end
looping around my head
enveloping me with thoughts of the future
she blinks opportunity
A sweet smile and humble breaths
I'm not sure that she can see herself
but deep down she has settled
and for that I am happy
for that I am proud.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 5:24am
3rd Jan 2014 5:24am
Close Examination
I wonder if my poetry is cycling
maybe on a bike
on a wheel
around a corner or a bend
or like the days of the week
If my words are tired
Do they need a drink of water?
Shall I give them a place to rest?
Could they possibly bear to be used
in another heartbreak
or tragedy?
Sometimes spoken like lyrics,
almost melodic.
Too curly, too pretty,
pulling apart straight strands of hair.
Uncertain if I they should be put up
or strewn across my back.
Who will clean them up?
It seems I have forgotten.
No more...
maybe on a bike
on a wheel
around a corner or a bend
or like the days of the week
If my words are tired
Do they need a drink of water?
Shall I give them a place to rest?
Could they possibly bear to be used
in another heartbreak
or tragedy?
Sometimes spoken like lyrics,
almost melodic.
Too curly, too pretty,
pulling apart straight strands of hair.
Uncertain if I they should be put up
or strewn across my back.
Who will clean them up?
It seems I have forgotten.
No more...
481 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2013 11:37pm
15th Dec 2013 11:37pm
A Future Unknown
trembling fingers
i was stuck in the 5'o'clock zone
with my future unknown
the night getting dark
sitting on the couch
my hopes turning to stone
tugging at my sleeves
weighed down by regret
now it seems
i am all alone
i was stuck in the 5'o'clock zone
with my future unknown
the night getting dark
sitting on the couch
my hopes turning to stone
tugging at my sleeves
weighed down by regret
now it seems
i am all alone
478 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 9:14pm
30th Nov 2013 9:14pm
Concrete Divider
laying there on the floor
by the couch
the steady beating of rain
falling behind us
quiet confusion dissipating
personal feelings aside
three rooms, one bathroom
chinese pages stacked
on the shelves
a difficult seeming barrier
a twisting stomach
she strums the guitar
an old computer buzzes
the apartment door banged
eight dollars for pizza
china plates and plastic cups
short black hair
singing and reading
scribbles of small notes
beauty written upon her walls
an empty purse
in a wheezing...
by the couch
the steady beating of rain
falling behind us
quiet confusion dissipating
personal feelings aside
three rooms, one bathroom
chinese pages stacked
on the shelves
a difficult seeming barrier
a twisting stomach
she strums the guitar
an old computer buzzes
the apartment door banged
eight dollars for pizza
china plates and plastic cups
short black hair
singing and reading
scribbles of small notes
beauty written upon her walls
an empty purse
in a wheezing...
534 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2013 5:13am
20th Oct 2013 5:13am
Distance
this ugly thing
had wriggled into their lives
so quietly
it was on his cellphone screen
wedged between each letter
it was in the corner of the shoebox
he handed her the day he left
it was in the teardrop on her cheek
the day his white car drove away
it was in background
of every sad song
filling his heart
it was under his sheets
tucked in beside his nightly dreams
and regrets
it was written in his journal
scribbled next to her name
it was seen in the eyes of strangers
new friends...
had wriggled into their lives
so quietly
it was on his cellphone screen
wedged between each letter
it was in the corner of the shoebox
he handed her the day he left
it was in the teardrop on her cheek
the day his white car drove away
it was in background
of every sad song
filling his heart
it was under his sheets
tucked in beside his nightly dreams
and regrets
it was written in his journal
scribbled next to her name
it was seen in the eyes of strangers
new friends...
536 reads
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