Submissions by justdontask
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write how i feel, not usually about any subject in particular
Stained
i realized that everything has changed
and that ed and taylor were right
and that the magnitude of it all
had just fallen
crushing me
i know that i couldn't breath before
and i had stopped right now
that an earthquake just shook my heart
and a volcano erupted in my chest
four walls broken down
my raw flesh bleeding
as the music haunted my ears
the tears slid down my cheek
not like before
they fell
leaving stains
scars
that i will never let you see
and that ed and taylor were right
and that the magnitude of it all
had just fallen
crushing me
i know that i couldn't breath before
and i had stopped right now
that an earthquake just shook my heart
and a volcano erupted in my chest
four walls broken down
my raw flesh bleeding
as the music haunted my ears
the tears slid down my cheek
not like before
they fell
leaving stains
scars
that i will never let you see
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Forever Lost
they told me
to destroy what destroys you
i could
but they would put me in jail
and we'd both end up far away
with only thick walls to separate
and only phone cords
to remind us of what we lost
so should i let you destroy me
nothing would change
i will never be able to find you
to destroy what destroys you
i could
but they would put me in jail
and we'd both end up far away
with only thick walls to separate
and only phone cords
to remind us of what we lost
so should i let you destroy me
nothing would change
i will never be able to find you
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Nightmare
closing my eyes
i think i saw you in my dream
no one ever told me
that nightmares are dreams too
i think i saw you in my dream
no one ever told me
that nightmares are dreams too
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Reflections
A hardened shell of a sad face dropping
Brick tears an blue silk lace reflecting
Off only glass
Only glass.
Scratches and clutter surrounding
Guarding pants, socks, and sleeves waiting
Patient for heavy skin.
Dusty hinges on an empty frame left
For the sun to darken, to gather
Up forgotten thoughts left by the corners.
White doors with paneled wood holding
Small cracks seeping saltwater and
Shaky pictures.
Gray skies paint the walls high
Up waiting solely for the night to
Settle and die.
Sun shining...
Brick tears an blue silk lace reflecting
Off only glass
Only glass.
Scratches and clutter surrounding
Guarding pants, socks, and sleeves waiting
Patient for heavy skin.
Dusty hinges on an empty frame left
For the sun to darken, to gather
Up forgotten thoughts left by the corners.
White doors with paneled wood holding
Small cracks seeping saltwater and
Shaky pictures.
Gray skies paint the walls high
Up waiting solely for the night to
Settle and die.
Sun shining...
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Repetition
he cried
and he thought
and realized too many times
repeating goodbye
until it sounded foreign
somewhere in his mind
too many people
too little friends
acquainting deep within
dust and shadows
too many clouds he thought
and looked at too many sunsets
sorry was a sorry excuse
and was his favorite word to misuse
he was a person, an allusion
who had a long way down
without the song lyrics
he was broken
not made out of wood
he could never be fixed
he was 97 words of shame
a false facade so hard to maintain
and he thought
and realized too many times
repeating goodbye
until it sounded foreign
somewhere in his mind
too many people
too little friends
acquainting deep within
dust and shadows
too many clouds he thought
and looked at too many sunsets
sorry was a sorry excuse
and was his favorite word to misuse
he was a person, an allusion
who had a long way down
without the song lyrics
he was broken
not made out of wood
he could never be fixed
he was 97 words of shame
a false facade so hard to maintain
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Montana Sky
she saw the streaks
they reminded her of her grandmother
she saw the cracks
and thought of her father
she saw the gray spots
and imagined her older brother
and when she looked out
across the clouds she forgot
about them all
the clouds her ceiling
all white was her ground
she stepped into the unknown
without making a sound
they reminded her of her grandmother
she saw the cracks
and thought of her father
she saw the gray spots
and imagined her older brother
and when she looked out
across the clouds she forgot
about them all
the clouds her ceiling
all white was her ground
she stepped into the unknown
without making a sound
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Dillon
he saw the dark thoughts roll in
put up his umbrella
and they fell to the ground
tears fell and he forgot
about why he loved her
then they made puddles
in his heart
and started filling up to the walls
he remembered
he could not paddle
he could not swim
trying to speak
his teeth grinding and churning
swirling and trying not to fly away
the birds nested in his chest
the doves in his heart
his body an open garden
his love an open field
his name written on the ground
his foot prints...
put up his umbrella
and they fell to the ground
tears fell and he forgot
about why he loved her
then they made puddles
in his heart
and started filling up to the walls
he remembered
he could not paddle
he could not swim
trying to speak
his teeth grinding and churning
swirling and trying not to fly away
the birds nested in his chest
the doves in his heart
his body an open garden
his love an open field
his name written on the ground
his foot prints...
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Rowan
they say your home
is your temple
sitting in her room
must be religious
dark and dusty
cluttered my slow breathing
lights dancing
swirling at tiny moments of the day
only importance
hidden under her bed
all that you know
blue eyes only know
half open closet doors
unkept clothes
sleeves and buttons reaching out
boxes and paintbrushes
art is her thoughts
notebooks of black
piles of hope growing worn
overlooked
sharpies and nick-nacks
tears and lit candles
...
is your temple
sitting in her room
must be religious
dark and dusty
cluttered my slow breathing
lights dancing
swirling at tiny moments of the day
only importance
hidden under her bed
all that you know
blue eyes only know
half open closet doors
unkept clothes
sleeves and buttons reaching out
boxes and paintbrushes
art is her thoughts
notebooks of black
piles of hope growing worn
overlooked
sharpies and nick-nacks
tears and lit candles
...
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8th Period
voices laced the room
the sun a golden bow
tree-branch thoughts
and rough edged advice
the breeze blowing words
through my hair
she called my name
clear as the sky
her voice rolling down the stairs
slightly wavering
honesty was new
ideas growing old
the trees forgetting to tell her
that often words were made of poison
she only spoke softly
the paper was toxic
the sun a golden bow
tree-branch thoughts
and rough edged advice
the breeze blowing words
through my hair
she called my name
clear as the sky
her voice rolling down the stairs
slightly wavering
honesty was new
ideas growing old
the trees forgetting to tell her
that often words were made of poison
she only spoke softly
the paper was toxic
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Brown Eyes
i hope the cars don't clog your mind
and the fog fill up your heart
i hope the lights don't outshine your smile
and the voices dampen your spirit
i hope the heavy books
don't make your steps heavy
and the distasteful people
don't change your willingness
i hope the slurred letters
don't slur your past too far across the page
i hope you stop pretending
i hope that one day
someone will scale your great wall
and break it down
i hope it crumbles
i...
and the fog fill up your heart
i hope the lights don't outshine your smile
and the voices dampen your spirit
i hope the heavy books
don't make your steps heavy
and the distasteful people
don't change your willingness
i hope the slurred letters
don't slur your past too far across the page
i hope you stop pretending
i hope that one day
someone will scale your great wall
and break it down
i hope it crumbles
i...
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Gone
he was gone
three hugs and a kiss on the cheek
he was gone
his white car driving up the hill
he was gone
walking slowly up my driveway
he was gone
quietly pacing upstairs to my room
he was gone
sitting next to me on my bed
he was gone
draining down deeply into my soul
he was gone
casually filling up my heart to the top
he was gone
he is gone
but he is with me
in my heart
three hugs and a kiss on the cheek
he was gone
his white car driving up the hill
he was gone
walking slowly up my driveway
he was gone
quietly pacing upstairs to my room
he was gone
sitting next to me on my bed
he was gone
draining down deeply into my soul
he was gone
casually filling up my heart to the top
he was gone
he is gone
but he is with me
in my heart
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September Love
i've only known you
in the warm weather
breeze drifting by
sun shining high
i haven't known you
when the cold weather scares me
friends with my sweater
guarded from the animals outside
i wish you were my sweater
warm and always close
instead you are my heartbeat
unsteady as it goes
in the warm weather
breeze drifting by
sun shining high
i haven't known you
when the cold weather scares me
friends with my sweater
guarded from the animals outside
i wish you were my sweater
warm and always close
instead you are my heartbeat
unsteady as it goes
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