Submissions by katie0317 (Katelyn Thornton)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a dark side and some would think that is very weird considering my behavior.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 00:19am
19th Jan 2011 00:19am
Autumn
Brown, orange, and red.
The colors of the leaves as
they begin to change. This
is a sign that Autumn is near.
The leaves crumble beneath
your feet. Kids cheerfully jump in piles.
They may not know that Autumn is near,
but they know Halloween is
with their wide mischevious smiles.
The colors of the leaves as
they begin to change. This
is a sign that Autumn is near.
The leaves crumble beneath
your feet. Kids cheerfully jump in piles.
They may not know that Autumn is near,
but they know Halloween is
with their wide mischevious smiles.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 2:20pm
18th Jan 2011 2:20pm
What Lies Beneath Me
Brace yourself for what we become,
like smoke, we disappear into nothing.
So alive and afraid.
Will you say you love me?
Just a trace of our humanity.
What I am is what lies beneath,
Cracking soil beneath me feet.
Our bodies mending together.
Drunken voices surrounding us.
Twilight hits and we start to
disappear, just say it.
Whatever lies will help you rest.
And we disappear like smoke into
nothing.
Will you mean it when you say you love me?
like smoke, we disappear into nothing.
So alive and afraid.
Will you say you love me?
Just a trace of our humanity.
What I am is what lies beneath,
Cracking soil beneath me feet.
Our bodies mending together.
Drunken voices surrounding us.
Twilight hits and we start to
disappear, just say it.
Whatever lies will help you rest.
And we disappear like smoke into
nothing.
Will you mean it when you say you love me?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 2:13pm
18th Jan 2011 2:13pm
First Night of Forever
If only I could make you see
that the past is over
Make the future us
We are capable of love.
I hear the voices telling me
to tell you, but will you understand?
It's 2am and it is getting late but
here we are still.
Scattered petals lay around the floor where they
were dropped.
I know it's not the end, I will never forget.
So caught up in this moment.
And so it goes,
Just open your eyes, we missed the
point of living.
Don't let go of this feeling
Tonight is the first night of Forever.
that the past is over
Make the future us
We are capable of love.
I hear the voices telling me
to tell you, but will you understand?
It's 2am and it is getting late but
here we are still.
Scattered petals lay around the floor where they
were dropped.
I know it's not the end, I will never forget.
So caught up in this moment.
And so it goes,
Just open your eyes, we missed the
point of living.
Don't let go of this feeling
Tonight is the first night of Forever.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jan 2011 7:35pm
17th Jan 2011 7:35pm
Checkmate
What turns you on?
If I gave you a kiss?
Or how about undressing?
Would that turn you on?
Oh, what if I laid upon your bed
exposed to the skin?
Come closer and feel the curves of my body, the naked
flesh. Feel the desire.
Would this turn you on?
Relax and take a seat as the fun begins.
No lights. The thrill.
Mark what is yours and take it all.
Are you thrilled yet?
Resisting the wine only for a little while longer.
Waiting for the right moment to attack.
Silence.
Intensity, fear, passion
Make your move....
If I gave you a kiss?
Or how about undressing?
Would that turn you on?
Oh, what if I laid upon your bed
exposed to the skin?
Come closer and feel the curves of my body, the naked
flesh. Feel the desire.
Would this turn you on?
Relax and take a seat as the fun begins.
No lights. The thrill.
Mark what is yours and take it all.
Are you thrilled yet?
Resisting the wine only for a little while longer.
Waiting for the right moment to attack.
Silence.
Intensity, fear, passion
Make your move....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jan 2011 6:03pm
17th Jan 2011 6:03pm
The One Thing We Desire
Hot hands
Cold Wind
Wet moans
Let us see what we can do
Slurred words being thrown around
Bodies tinged with sweat
Tangled sheets
Loose hair
Grinding with passion
The bed creaks
Low moans
Experience the thrill
Legs spread
Naked to the flesh
Goosebumps
Pull and push
Soft music
Louder
Faster
Turning
Moving
Sweet candy
Smooth
Touch
Hot, burning
Moaning
Fire
Sex.
Cold Wind
Wet moans
Let us see what we can do
Slurred words being thrown around
Bodies tinged with sweat
Tangled sheets
Loose hair
Grinding with passion
The bed creaks
Low moans
Experience the thrill
Legs spread
Naked to the flesh
Goosebumps
Pull and push
Soft music
Louder
Faster
Turning
Moving
Sweet candy
Smooth
Touch
Hot, burning
Moaning
Fire
Sex.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2011 00:00am
17th Jan 2011 00:00am
The World's Battle Cry
I feel like I'm in a black hole,
the only thing I have with me are
my thoughts. The world won't listen to
my silent pleas. I'm slowly fading
into a world lost of texture.
Somebody help me!
I stay in that hole, blocking
out all of the world because I am of no
use to it. Instead of trembling in fear
of the darker than dark darkness, I relax
into its soothing calmness and become a hermit
dwelling in my cave. Scaring any curious beings
back the way they came.
Each day passes and I become more familiar
with the dark. The darkness...
the only thing I have with me are
my thoughts. The world won't listen to
my silent pleas. I'm slowly fading
into a world lost of texture.
Somebody help me!
I stay in that hole, blocking
out all of the world because I am of no
use to it. Instead of trembling in fear
of the darker than dark darkness, I relax
into its soothing calmness and become a hermit
dwelling in my cave. Scaring any curious beings
back the way they came.
Each day passes and I become more familiar
with the dark. The darkness...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 11:43pm
16th Jan 2011 11:43pm
My Emo
My emotions revolve around me.
Noone can see the orbitation.
I try to run, they catch up.
I try to hide, they find me.
I can't get away from what's inside.
Sad, happy, mad, my emotions
they are. They are like gas in a car
Sometimes they run out (Emotionless), but most of the time
stay for a while. Will they ever go away?
Is it all in my head. Do I
need to lay down? I fall asleep
they're in my dreams. Are they trying to
tell me something? Am I in danger? Will something good
come my way? Will something horrible happen? ...
Noone can see the orbitation.
I try to run, they catch up.
I try to hide, they find me.
I can't get away from what's inside.
Sad, happy, mad, my emotions
they are. They are like gas in a car
Sometimes they run out (Emotionless), but most of the time
stay for a while. Will they ever go away?
Is it all in my head. Do I
need to lay down? I fall asleep
they're in my dreams. Are they trying to
tell me something? Am I in danger? Will something good
come my way? Will something horrible happen? ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 3:25pm
16th Jan 2011 3:25pm
What?
So many voices
So many words
How am I to understand
What's being said?
What's going on?
He said this and she said
That
So much nonsense going
When will it stop?
Silence is the way to go
So much noise is so much quieter
Too much silence is way too loud
So tone it down. . . whisper.
So many words
How am I to understand
What's being said?
What's going on?
He said this and she said
That
So much nonsense going
When will it stop?
Silence is the way to go
So much noise is so much quieter
Too much silence is way too loud
So tone it down. . . whisper.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 3:18pm
16th Jan 2011 3:18pm
Cold Dead
It feels like I can never get
anywhere in life.
I try to make something good out of
the day but it doesn't
last very long before negative thought creep
under my skin and hit my nerves.
Thu-dum, thud-dum, thu-dum
I wonder how I would feel if my heart
stopped beating? Empty? Hollow?
Would I feel warm or cold?
Still feeling the weight of my heart in my chest
but never hearing the beat.
If I cut myself, would my blood bleed out
or will it clot?
How will my skin look, clear and pale?
Whatever happens after my...
anywhere in life.
I try to make something good out of
the day but it doesn't
last very long before negative thought creep
under my skin and hit my nerves.
Thu-dum, thud-dum, thu-dum
I wonder how I would feel if my heart
stopped beating? Empty? Hollow?
Would I feel warm or cold?
Still feeling the weight of my heart in my chest
but never hearing the beat.
If I cut myself, would my blood bleed out
or will it clot?
How will my skin look, clear and pale?
Whatever happens after my...
773 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2011 3:41pm
14th Jan 2011 3:41pm
Summer Day
Swinging to and fro
Side to side
Don't know what to do or
Where to go on a beautiful
Summer Day.
The sun is shining
The wind is blowing just
A shallow breeze
I look down at the lake
Which reflects of the sun
It shines back at me.
Swinging to and fro
Side to side on the beautiful
Threads of a hammock
Side to side
Don't know what to do or
Where to go on a beautiful
Summer Day.
The sun is shining
The wind is blowing just
A shallow breeze
I look down at the lake
Which reflects of the sun
It shines back at me.
Swinging to and fro
Side to side on the beautiful
Threads of a hammock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2011 3:40pm
14th Jan 2011 3:40pm
Quilt of Wonders
The quilt is something cool
It is also something neat
You can make it anything you
Want.
It could be a picnic blanket or the
Cape of a superhero
A maidens skirt or even a secret
Fort
There are many things you
Can turn it into
If you can make any more
Ideas, walkie-talkie me under
My fort.
It is also something neat
You can make it anything you
Want.
It could be a picnic blanket or the
Cape of a superhero
A maidens skirt or even a secret
Fort
There are many things you
Can turn it into
If you can make any more
Ideas, walkie-talkie me under
My fort.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2011 9:19pm
12th Jan 2011 9:19pm
Mistaken
Don't confuse who I am
With the person who you think
Me to be
I am a one-of-a-kind
I am a person who is me.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You are nobody!"
Words like those do
Not trigger anything
They cannot hurt me
I am me
I am a nobody because a
Nobody IS a somebody!
I am who I will always be
People have been mistaken
For too long
When identity comes my way
There will be no mistakes.
With the person who you think
Me to be
I am a one-of-a-kind
I am a person who is me.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You are nobody!"
Words like those do
Not trigger anything
They cannot hurt me
I am me
I am a nobody because a
Nobody IS a somebody!
I am who I will always be
People have been mistaken
For too long
When identity comes my way
There will be no mistakes.
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