Submissions by kourtnissixxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2015 1:26am
16th Jan 2015 1:26am
white washed
I wanted to nip around the slight cut on your lips in
hopes that you would notice me. I wanted to feel
your swollen skin split between my teeth and
decorate my chin as a painting you never hung high
before on those aged, bone cracked walls.
I watched you scrub them with homemade arsenic
once; saw your desperate hands clawing wordless
screams deep into it's very architecture. You looked
like a pretty blues song overdosing in front of a
blank canvas back then, and I wanted you to spill
color over everything.
To kiss...
hopes that you would notice me. I wanted to feel
your swollen skin split between my teeth and
decorate my chin as a painting you never hung high
before on those aged, bone cracked walls.
I watched you scrub them with homemade arsenic
once; saw your desperate hands clawing wordless
screams deep into it's very architecture. You looked
like a pretty blues song overdosing in front of a
blank canvas back then, and I wanted you to spill
color over everything.
To kiss...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 7:42pm
6th Jan 2015 7:42pm
i wonder if you're flying
It's ok to be a mess. You're living"
Tell my father that I've become a feather;
I've been brushing my fingertips against
the soft contours of an airbrushed sky
and curling my shaking hands around
an infinite sea of electronic clouds
in hopes that I might heave myself up
before the universe is reminded
that I'm reaching for smoke
and that we all have to die
before we can learn to glide
peacefully.
Ask my father if he ever felt a schism;
I saw sweaty jigsaw pieces in a mirror
where my...
Tell my father that I've become a feather;
I've been brushing my fingertips against
the soft contours of an airbrushed sky
and curling my shaking hands around
an infinite sea of electronic clouds
in hopes that I might heave myself up
before the universe is reminded
that I'm reaching for smoke
and that we all have to die
before we can learn to glide
peacefully.
Ask my father if he ever felt a schism;
I saw sweaty jigsaw pieces in a mirror
where my...
990 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2014 8:32am
2nd Nov 2014 8:32am
it doesn't have to make sense
it's the story of a one way ticket to ------
a regifted first act guitar that can tell more stories
than the ex convict
that's standing just outside the greyhound smoking section
waiting for a 9 hour ride home
with nothing more than a customary mesh bag
and a full pack of newports
he's willing to share for small talk
and a crinkled smiles half assed eye contact
it's late but what really matters
is the sound of leaving
a mechanical smokers cough
wheezing past thousands of people sharing a...
a regifted first act guitar that can tell more stories
than the ex convict
that's standing just outside the greyhound smoking section
waiting for a 9 hour ride home
with nothing more than a customary mesh bag
and a full pack of newports
he's willing to share for small talk
and a crinkled smiles half assed eye contact
it's late but what really matters
is the sound of leaving
a mechanical smokers cough
wheezing past thousands of people sharing a...
1093 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 8:20am
27th Oct 2014 8:20am
carving thoughts into the pavement (with Indie Adams)
A breath
Beating
Pulsing
You grew up like whiskey stained on the dashboard
Wait
Wait
Lick the palms of both your hands translucent in this moment and let me walk till the chaffing drifts away like green drums
Beat
Beating
Tappity tap tap fucking slowly
Let's paint like children
Morning dew and rain ten something towns away
Lunar houndings reinforced in the furling magazine
Let's waste some time before the walls start bending to theatrical musings
Serendipity
Solidarity
Surgery
Sugar free raspberry dreams
Pretty...
Beating
Pulsing
You grew up like whiskey stained on the dashboard
Wait
Wait
Lick the palms of both your hands translucent in this moment and let me walk till the chaffing drifts away like green drums
Beat
Beating
Tappity tap tap fucking slowly
Let's paint like children
Morning dew and rain ten something towns away
Lunar houndings reinforced in the furling magazine
Let's waste some time before the walls start bending to theatrical musings
Serendipity
Solidarity
Surgery
Sugar free raspberry dreams
Pretty...
1405 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 7:15pm
15th Sep 2014 7:15pm
celestial dreamer
There's a moon in your voice.
A wonder I'm often fascinated by
even before the sky
begins her dulcet dance
of multi saturated hues;
deftly stroked from a fine worn palatte
and lingering for the touch
of a nights lonely transgression.
You swallow a silver hope
that becomes eclipsed
by sorrow at times.
Waning, waning;
sighing a dark sea lost tear.
Chaotic and free,
and a fair blues progression
that ripples in a gaping wound.
Lost dreamer
that cradles stars heavily
in a visionary soul. ...
A wonder I'm often fascinated by
even before the sky
begins her dulcet dance
of multi saturated hues;
deftly stroked from a fine worn palatte
and lingering for the touch
of a nights lonely transgression.
You swallow a silver hope
that becomes eclipsed
by sorrow at times.
Waning, waning;
sighing a dark sea lost tear.
Chaotic and free,
and a fair blues progression
that ripples in a gaping wound.
Lost dreamer
that cradles stars heavily
in a visionary soul. ...
1072 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 11:08am
6th Sep 2014 11:08am
i noticed your green mustang
There's a grave in your eyes
a whisper in the trees
and rain
on your lips like blood
I listen
to the sounds of your midnight
how the atmosphere
is a whiplash
that scars and beads
Inside of the makeshift bandages
you've intricately woven
into a darkened dreamcatcher
others have mistaken for a soul
a whisper in the trees
and rain
on your lips like blood
I listen
to the sounds of your midnight
how the atmosphere
is a whiplash
that scars and beads
Inside of the makeshift bandages
you've intricately woven
into a darkened dreamcatcher
others have mistaken for a soul
1469 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 12:01pm
25th Aug 2014 12:01pm
noetic texture
What if I told you that I have scabs on my eyelids, and a mental cigarette on hiatus for when I accept my infection? I'm waiting for my whimpers to creep into you like lightning. I'm stretching my mouth like the cuts on the backs of your fingers. If I could, I'd describe to you that relapse is a second wind, and it aptly makes reality that much more like the stars. The ones I wish I could flood with color in a downwards torrent and watch peel away the skin of a pale gods bones. I know the evil in a sadness, and I know the dust that often rises in claustrophobia.
I know black...
I know black...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 1:25am
22nd Aug 2014 1:25am
for my little Rere
She was born like arsenic.
Royalty,
really,
sulphur crowned her grace
and she adorned a moons smile.
Precious little ladybug.
An aching beauty
much too luminescent
and pure
for an ugly,
wretched world.
Shhhhh .....
the ghosts
were waiting.
The ghosts
are weeping.
...
Royalty,
really,
sulphur crowned her grace
and she adorned a moons smile.
Precious little ladybug.
An aching beauty
much too luminescent
and pure
for an ugly,
wretched world.
Shhhhh .....
the ghosts
were waiting.
The ghosts
are weeping.
...
877 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 10:07am
12th Jul 2014 10:07am
ghosts
And its pathetic
yesterday drowned in Jack
and its true
that sometimes
it's like dust in the wind
but
godamn
sometimes death is a silhouette
we can't find the light
in
yesterday drowned in Jack
and its true
that sometimes
it's like dust in the wind
but
godamn
sometimes death is a silhouette
we can't find the light
in
790 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 8:11am
1st Jul 2014 8:11am
the problem with purging
I wish I could tell you
that I'm more than just a barmaid
with wires weighing my blood
and sobriety
in my fears.
That I'm trying
to halut these impending scratches
on the bottom of my gypsy feet
with your hands
deathly wrapped around my ankles
like iron shackles.
I want to be the nicotine
bruised on your lips
and wet between your finger tips
so I can lick them clean again.
I wish I could tell you
that I hate myself
enough to wait
as you continue pushing me away.
Look at me ...
that I'm more than just a barmaid
with wires weighing my blood
and sobriety
in my fears.
That I'm trying
to halut these impending scratches
on the bottom of my gypsy feet
with your hands
deathly wrapped around my ankles
like iron shackles.
I want to be the nicotine
bruised on your lips
and wet between your finger tips
so I can lick them clean again.
I wish I could tell you
that I hate myself
enough to wait
as you continue pushing me away.
Look at me ...
853 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2014 8:14am
15th Jun 2014 8:14am
all teeth
I see myself as charcoal remnants fighting a dying ember. I scorch the edges of alabaster flesh, and I hyperventilate when pushed. A tired mantra smokes on this puckered tongue. I bend in fear of a beating ribcage; conspiracy. Anxiety, beseech me to a slab and leave me course for slaughter. Pause for results. I won't isolate the help.
The hardest truth is poetry; blindsided flash flood. There's a goddess of loneliness somewhere in a molded box. There's a woman barricaded in the contours of my mind. I want to learn a feathered concerto. I want to be the violin I used to love. G sharp...
The hardest truth is poetry; blindsided flash flood. There's a goddess of loneliness somewhere in a molded box. There's a woman barricaded in the contours of my mind. I want to learn a feathered concerto. I want to be the violin I used to love. G sharp...
1140 reads
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