Submissions by lives_and_lies (opal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2017 9:31am
9th Apr 2017 9:31am
Pills for his perfection
She'd put on makeup
to make herself pretty.
She'd swallow pills
to make herself skinny.
She'd tear herself apart
and pull her heart from her chest
but he wouldn't even turn as he left
saying
"Honey, you're just like the rest."
to make herself pretty.
She'd swallow pills
to make herself skinny.
She'd tear herself apart
and pull her heart from her chest
but he wouldn't even turn as he left
saying
"Honey, you're just like the rest."
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2017 5:20am
9th Apr 2017 5:20am
tape and string
he held himself together
with tape and string.
he tried to take away the pain
with things that did sting.
but his shell was far too broken
and his thoughts spilled out
and the marks in his skin
became too many to count.
his mind had grown too dark
not a single trace of light
and the things that he thought
he could no longer push out of sight.
he was falling too hard
and far too fast
and when he hit the ground the flag in his mind
was drawn to half mast.
with tape and string.
he tried to take away the pain
with things that did sting.
but his shell was far too broken
and his thoughts spilled out
and the marks in his skin
became too many to count.
his mind had grown too dark
not a single trace of light
and the things that he thought
he could no longer push out of sight.
he was falling too hard
and far too fast
and when he hit the ground the flag in his mind
was drawn to half mast.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2017 2:30am
5th Apr 2017 2:30am
Closed doors
When the walls
covered in posters and worn paint
hear more thoughts than people do
when those known finally stop asking
to join
when the door is no longer knocked on at all
do you start to realize
that sometimes abandonment
goes both ways.
covered in posters and worn paint
hear more thoughts than people do
when those known finally stop asking
to join
when the door is no longer knocked on at all
do you start to realize
that sometimes abandonment
goes both ways.
565 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 2:18pm
2nd Apr 2017 2:18pm
forsake
i am not one
to abandon
but it just so happens
that i do
when i abandon myself.
to abandon
but it just so happens
that i do
when i abandon myself.
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2017 12:44pm
31st Mar 2017 12:44pm
Black White and Blue
He saw the world as grey
black and sometimes white
but not a touch of colour
no green or pink in sight.
Not a peek of yellow
nor orange or any red
so he lived a silent life
with no colours to be said.
But when he stood above the world
long grown sick of black and white
he saw a colour in the sky
mixed with the moon and twinkling light.
So he reached and stepped into the dark
looking for something true
and as he fell his hand curled around
a tragic shade of blue.
black and sometimes white
but not a touch of colour
no green or pink in sight.
Not a peek of yellow
nor orange or any red
so he lived a silent life
with no colours to be said.
But when he stood above the world
long grown sick of black and white
he saw a colour in the sky
mixed with the moon and twinkling light.
So he reached and stepped into the dark
looking for something true
and as he fell his hand curled around
a tragic shade of blue.
617 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2017 4:50pm
21st Mar 2017 4:50pm
Beauti(ful)
Love is beautiful
but to some - only beauty.
So he smiled at the lines in her face
even though she made them herself
frowning at his.
but to some - only beauty.
So he smiled at the lines in her face
even though she made them herself
frowning at his.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2017 3:29pm
15th Mar 2017 3:29pm
Mindful Poison
There was chaos inside his head -
words and utterances and cries
but he couldn't grasp them all.
Mixing together in a cocktail of obscurity and noise -
he was drunk with it.
It was too loud
and too much.
So he drank it down
and let it poison him.
words and utterances and cries
but he couldn't grasp them all.
Mixing together in a cocktail of obscurity and noise -
he was drunk with it.
It was too loud
and too much.
So he drank it down
and let it poison him.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Mar 2017 4:54am
1st Mar 2017 4:54am
Consigned To The Grave
I visited you today. I haven't been since it happened. Not alone, anyway. I think that maybe I was avoiding it and putting off, because really, what am I meant to say to a grave.
I can still remember it quite well - your funeral.
The day was warm, the last month of spring. I hadn't gone to school most of that year due to constant sickness, but somehow, a friend and I were some of the first ones to know about you. I remember I didn't want to go to your funeral alone, so I asked my mother to go with me. It felt too odd, and I felt to alienated to go there with people who...
I can still remember it quite well - your funeral.
The day was warm, the last month of spring. I hadn't gone to school most of that year due to constant sickness, but somehow, a friend and I were some of the first ones to know about you. I remember I didn't want to go to your funeral alone, so I asked my mother to go with me. It felt too odd, and I felt to alienated to go there with people who...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2017 9:25pm
2nd Feb 2017 9:25pm
Crave
Itch
under thick skin
can't reach it
but its thin
when carved away
with something sharp
won't take long
with a mind in the dark
take a breath
and a blade
dig it in
not afraid
to disappear
or fade away
because what's the point
with no reason to stay
under thick skin
can't reach it
but its thin
when carved away
with something sharp
won't take long
with a mind in the dark
take a breath
and a blade
dig it in
not afraid
to disappear
or fade away
because what's the point
with no reason to stay
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2017 9:23pm
2nd Feb 2017 9:23pm
House
Rooms full of memories
reminding you of enemies
and ghosts that try to pull you down
to fall upon your knees.
Bedrooms full of tears
dark closets full of fears
that overtake your dreams
with shadows from the years.
Hallways full of whispers
and the yelling of your sisters
echo through the walls
as your tears turn into rivers.
Constricting walls and creaking floors
cracked windows and dented doors.
Memories and enemies
ghosts and fears.
Shadows and whispers and bedroom tears.
reminding you of enemies
and ghosts that try to pull you down
to fall upon your knees.
Bedrooms full of tears
dark closets full of fears
that overtake your dreams
with shadows from the years.
Hallways full of whispers
and the yelling of your sisters
echo through the walls
as your tears turn into rivers.
Constricting walls and creaking floors
cracked windows and dented doors.
Memories and enemies
ghosts and fears.
Shadows and whispers and bedroom tears.
559 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2016 2:09am
26th Sep 2016 2:09am
tear away words
fingers clawing at my throat
in hope
that by tearing it open
words will fall
in the way i want
instead of catching
behind lips
that refuse
to stop shaking.
in hope
that by tearing it open
words will fall
in the way i want
instead of catching
behind lips
that refuse
to stop shaking.
490 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 6:00pm
10th Sep 2016 6:00pm
Sleep
Sleep is for the living
awake is for the dead
because even though
our hearts are beating
there's not much life inside our heads.
awake is for the dead
because even though
our hearts are beating
there's not much life inside our heads.
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