Submissions by kourtnissixxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
20th May 2018 10:37am
20th May 2018 10:37am
Brimstone and roses
Now it's time to say goodbye
To the things we loved and the innocence of youth
How the time seemed to fly
From our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew"
I cannot save you from the fairytales
that left you small
folded in reminder that you tried
and we failed
all
within your
cries
Shit happens
One more beer
270.9 miles away and I
still can't touch anything
dear friend
my hands sacrificed
clawing out a grave
in vain
I know I'm...
To the things we loved and the innocence of youth
How the time seemed to fly
From our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew"
I cannot save you from the fairytales
that left you small
folded in reminder that you tried
and we failed
all
within your
cries
Shit happens
One more beer
270.9 miles away and I
still can't touch anything
dear friend
my hands sacrificed
clawing out a grave
in vain
I know I'm...
#regret
#death
1142 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2018 9:28am
7th Apr 2018 9:28am
You have always been poetry to me
I can't stand it.
This nothing.
This eclipsed empty thing
that exists where you
used to weave ancient magics
into my aching chest
like an untamed beast
who prowled
through my black witch forest
scratching
and growling
and challenging my soul
to make sense of the contradictions
in my head
and the fraility of my hope
as something more than a tomb
for the future me
to weave flowers against in wait.
And fuck me
how you howled so malformed
and warped
like tiny, ...
This nothing.
This eclipsed empty thing
that exists where you
used to weave ancient magics
into my aching chest
like an untamed beast
who prowled
through my black witch forest
scratching
and growling
and challenging my soul
to make sense of the contradictions
in my head
and the fraility of my hope
as something more than a tomb
for the future me
to weave flowers against in wait.
And fuck me
how you howled so malformed
and warped
like tiny, ...
#love
1229 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 3:36am
6th Apr 2018 3:36am
I didn't write it for you
You hold vanity airtight in cynicist grip
as if the universe owes you
an explanation for existing.
Outspoken; prespoken piss ink
layered for the editers to finger unpasteurized.
I never needed you.
I lusted for the anger
burning in your apprehensive lyricism,
deft fingers, and the fairytale
I wanted to null the operas in my head.
I lead that symphony now
while you still fuck the needle
cradling a frightened child.
I hope ---- is nestled in your breast bone
like a horror novel ...
as if the universe owes you
an explanation for existing.
Outspoken; prespoken piss ink
layered for the editers to finger unpasteurized.
I never needed you.
I lusted for the anger
burning in your apprehensive lyricism,
deft fingers, and the fairytale
I wanted to null the operas in my head.
I lead that symphony now
while you still fuck the needle
cradling a frightened child.
I hope ---- is nestled in your breast bone
like a horror novel ...
#vanity
952 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 4:17am
4th Apr 2018 4:17am
you're so ruthless and savage and f**king free..
Reckless.
You can't decipher the ugly truth
in your words
or even begin to understand
how easily I can manipulate
them into existence.
Like murder.
Like liquid hydrogen
crystalizing around rigid helium.
I am the
black blotched finger paintings
dripping down midnights blue.
The patient scaple sterilized
in controversial veins
and pulsing in rhythm
to the sound of
gods flesh
dragged beneath brittle teeth.
I amputate the passion
from apocalyptic bones ...
You can't decipher the ugly truth
in your words
or even begin to understand
how easily I can manipulate
them into existence.
Like murder.
Like liquid hydrogen
crystalizing around rigid helium.
I am the
black blotched finger paintings
dripping down midnights blue.
The patient scaple sterilized
in controversial veins
and pulsing in rhythm
to the sound of
gods flesh
dragged beneath brittle teeth.
I amputate the passion
from apocalyptic bones ...
#freedom
802 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 00:03am
4th Apr 2018 00:03am
Candle lit acrimoniousness - in collaboration with sooterella
six shots later
and i'm still looking at my hands
trying to remember
what it felt like to hold you"
- (unknown)
to be held...
addiction
a whisper rushing over me
your fingers play the music
of my exposed spine
like a february breeze through wind chimes
i tried to catch your hand
kiss your spirit
a funeral kite with a string of roses
but you had already left me
like a fever
drained, weepy
wondering if i just imagined you
to wound myself
to see if i could still part
dream...
and i'm still looking at my hands
trying to remember
what it felt like to hold you"
- (unknown)
to be held...
addiction
a whisper rushing over me
your fingers play the music
of my exposed spine
like a february breeze through wind chimes
i tried to catch your hand
kiss your spirit
a funeral kite with a string of roses
but you had already left me
like a fever
drained, weepy
wondering if i just imagined you
to wound myself
to see if i could still part
dream...
#heartbroken
#collaboration
762 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 7:02am
3rd Apr 2018 7:02am
a string of consciousness debunked
It isn't raining.
I'm watching humid winds twist between lush tree branches like soft fingertips curling around flowing strands of (almost) auburn streaked hair.
Omnipresent clouds drift past in hues of blue and grey, whitewashed across the sky and mocking me in questionable humor.
I'm waiting for rain to begin skydiving down
down
down so I can reflect about a goddess I don't know if I believe in anymore.
So I can see a dead man ripple in a dirty puddle that's trapped in the depressed arches of cracked concrete.
The capricious writers side of my face...
I'm watching humid winds twist between lush tree branches like soft fingertips curling around flowing strands of (almost) auburn streaked hair.
Omnipresent clouds drift past in hues of blue and grey, whitewashed across the sky and mocking me in questionable humor.
I'm waiting for rain to begin skydiving down
down
down so I can reflect about a goddess I don't know if I believe in anymore.
So I can see a dead man ripple in a dirty puddle that's trapped in the depressed arches of cracked concrete.
The capricious writers side of my face...
#rain
780 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 7:01am
3rd Apr 2018 7:01am
In regard to sky blue eyes and the metro
I saw a saddness
fabricated over the sharp angles
of your jutted shoulder blades
I wanted to slide my favorite fingers
just above the delicate structure
of those naked eyelids
you keep maimed in the sunshine
like a nocturnal median
I understand a bit too intimately
You blink absently in my direction
Consider me anonymous
A single orchid petal
oxidizing on a weathered windowsill
a repressed tidal wave
of sinuous bone marrow
a pair of impulsive hands
clinging to lightning ...
fabricated over the sharp angles
of your jutted shoulder blades
I wanted to slide my favorite fingers
just above the delicate structure
of those naked eyelids
you keep maimed in the sunshine
like a nocturnal median
I understand a bit too intimately
You blink absently in my direction
Consider me anonymous
A single orchid petal
oxidizing on a weathered windowsill
a repressed tidal wave
of sinuous bone marrow
a pair of impulsive hands
clinging to lightning ...
#humankind
624 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2018 4:43pm
27th Mar 2018 4:43pm
Huzzah! (Oh me, oh my)
Where for art thou dearest seenia; fairest maiden who adorns midnights enchantment with all the grace of a silver sirens nightmare incarnate- somewhere betwixst on the horizon of evermore (Nevermore! Oh! Dear oh dear! Forevermore, if there ever was a beginning, if ever there is an end); one ms yenyen, one Madame Yesenia of the Carnal Astrid- by name and of lineage.
Huzzah! How i adore thee so, Lovely lady, huzzah! A cheer of pleasure, a warcry of endearment; huzzah, huzzah, a symphony of celebration drips from these lips in memory, and in blasphemy and burning desire, but wait! Mourning;...
Huzzah! How i adore thee so, Lovely lady, huzzah! A cheer of pleasure, a warcry of endearment; huzzah, huzzah, a symphony of celebration drips from these lips in memory, and in blasphemy and burning desire, but wait! Mourning;...
#funny
711 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Feb 2018 3:26pm
12th Feb 2018 3:26pm
just because you wrote it doesn't make it poetry
A woman who writes feels too much"
You said there's a magic that embroids pantomime into my pupils when the sun slips past the night break of my lips. That I grow stark like a bare moon withdrawn into the veils of madness opal winds vicariously whisper lies to.
Oh yes, silence is a genetic abnormality that festers in my soul like a cancer on display for gilded fears barricaded behind gnarled bars.
I've spoken of pretty nothing's and wracked the shaken memories of ugly everything's as if my boundaries hold no modesty; as if my tongue never swells or...
You said there's a magic that embroids pantomime into my pupils when the sun slips past the night break of my lips. That I grow stark like a bare moon withdrawn into the veils of madness opal winds vicariously whisper lies to.
Oh yes, silence is a genetic abnormality that festers in my soul like a cancer on display for gilded fears barricaded behind gnarled bars.
I've spoken of pretty nothing's and wracked the shaken memories of ugly everything's as if my boundaries hold no modesty; as if my tongue never swells or...
1027 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Feb 2018 2:18pm
12th Feb 2018 2:18pm
remember me every time the sky begins to bleed pestilence on your conscience
Smile, pretty girl
don't you dare let them
think for a moment
you're
real."
You look at me now as if I've grown soft; as if the crime scene harbored behind my breasts have been neatly tucked away in a cold case file for rabid dust bunnies to smoother silent, and fuck against in abandon.
It's true, I've murdered the burn out but her resin still lingers in those all too familiar graffiti smiles two miles over.
My memories are insectile born, and you penetrate thier phosphorescent wings with your fickle, reminiscent talk of...
don't you dare let them
think for a moment
you're
real."
You look at me now as if I've grown soft; as if the crime scene harbored behind my breasts have been neatly tucked away in a cold case file for rabid dust bunnies to smoother silent, and fuck against in abandon.
It's true, I've murdered the burn out but her resin still lingers in those all too familiar graffiti smiles two miles over.
My memories are insectile born, and you penetrate thier phosphorescent wings with your fickle, reminiscent talk of...
788 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2018 10:24am
11th Feb 2018 10:24am
"Im just tired" her words still echo in my heart
How could I be there for her if she doesn't let me?
What if I needed her here for me?"
I know how your limbs
swallow abyss
in auto pilot routine
and how you smile for the sun
if nothing else
I'm not afraid
of the illness encasing
the fraility of your soul
or the deafening disperses
of your uniform silences
but don't stay lost in yourself
for too long
pretty girl
you still have countless dreams
left to unveil
What if I needed her here for me?"
I know how your limbs
swallow abyss
in auto pilot routine
and how you smile for the sun
if nothing else
I'm not afraid
of the illness encasing
the fraility of your soul
or the deafening disperses
of your uniform silences
but don't stay lost in yourself
for too long
pretty girl
you still have countless dreams
left to unveil
1015 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 1:29am
8th Feb 2018 1:29am
you read me like an alcohol percentage
juxtaposed caution
it's the shit sincerity
likes to watch rot
on break time
crudely fashioned
I'm living distortion
cleverly disguised
as noir crimes
a prize on sale
for butchered sighs
desensitized
monopolized
monitored insides
outside
the realm of distinguished
curtain time
it's fine, it's fine
make believe I'm
just another
house hold design
living peroxide
patronized
labatomized
and a withered moral
labeled
pesticide
lit cigarette
Ms....
it's the shit sincerity
likes to watch rot
on break time
crudely fashioned
I'm living distortion
cleverly disguised
as noir crimes
a prize on sale
for butchered sighs
desensitized
monopolized
monitored insides
outside
the realm of distinguished
curtain time
it's fine, it's fine
make believe I'm
just another
house hold design
living peroxide
patronized
labatomized
and a withered moral
labeled
pesticide
lit cigarette
Ms....
#identity
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
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