Submissions by lolasurf99 (Shawnelle Martineaux)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been searching forever. For what? I don't know...but I've managed to find some cool relics to prove I'm on the right road.
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 9:02pm
25th Feb 2013 9:02pm
Captivated (To my darling...a portrait of our love)
To my darling...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 2:15am
22nd Feb 2013 2:15am
They Murdered a Prostitute On the 66
They murdered a prostitute last night on the 66.
Under the night sky
The creepers crept.
Slowly stalking their prey as she paraded in high heels
And bent over to reveal a little less than underwear.
She had no idea of her fate.
A job well done, her last client was asking for more.
The last car passed and as light lost touch with her existence,
They sprung up;
The briers and thorns.
Cleaving to her curved hips.
Rape they said.
She was a night worker, they said.
Does that mean she deserved it?
I asked.
Under the night sky
The creepers crept.
Slowly stalking their prey as she paraded in high heels
And bent over to reveal a little less than underwear.
She had no idea of her fate.
A job well done, her last client was asking for more.
The last car passed and as light lost touch with her existence,
They sprung up;
The briers and thorns.
Cleaving to her curved hips.
Rape they said.
She was a night worker, they said.
Does that mean she deserved it?
I asked.
867 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 1:57am
22nd Feb 2013 1:57am
Injustice
I close my eyes
to the pain that I can soothe
and open them up again;
Wide shut
to the fact that my silence is
the cause.
A million words spoken into
the air. Carried away
by the wind
Forgotten and never to be heard again
because I tie my hands.
I tie my hands and wait.
For a saviour of the broken
For a liberator
of a cause not beyond me.
I tie my hands and wait
silently.
My eyes shut looking
Seeking; knowing
Thinking.
I do not understand
why the voices in my head cry to me
as my head...
to the pain that I can soothe
and open them up again;
Wide shut
to the fact that my silence is
the cause.
A million words spoken into
the air. Carried away
by the wind
Forgotten and never to be heard again
because I tie my hands.
I tie my hands and wait.
For a saviour of the broken
For a liberator
of a cause not beyond me.
I tie my hands and wait
silently.
My eyes shut looking
Seeking; knowing
Thinking.
I do not understand
why the voices in my head cry to me
as my head...
655 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 6:25pm
25th Jan 2013 6:25pm
When We Were Young
The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy...
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy...
869 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 11:25pm
9th Jan 2013 11:25pm
Broken
Is this world but an empty place,
Where vultures fly and sing their songs of sin and death?
Am I meant for more
Than the simple?
Can anybody hear my heart's words
As it screams and echoes phrases of remorse; phrases of love?
I see the floor.
My face, broken pieces trampled upon,
My reflection in the cold, sole solace;
That is,
My tears.
My countenance is drenched in the mortality of happiness.
I've apologized a million times.
I've meant it a thousand.
But people...
Where vultures fly and sing their songs of sin and death?
Am I meant for more
Than the simple?
Can anybody hear my heart's words
As it screams and echoes phrases of remorse; phrases of love?
I see the floor.
My face, broken pieces trampled upon,
My reflection in the cold, sole solace;
That is,
My tears.
My countenance is drenched in the mortality of happiness.
I've apologized a million times.
I've meant it a thousand.
But people...
674 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 11:23pm
9th Jan 2013 11:23pm
The Colour Of Love
They asked me what colour is love and I thought of you.
Love is red. Definitely red
The rush of blood through my veins at the call of your name
The colour of my lipstick on your collar
The flush on my cheeks when I think of yesterday
Now my most prized memory.
It is the colour of a rose
Delicately placed on the nightstand before you leave for work
And the colour of the sky as we sit on the porch
Drinking coffee and enjoying the breeze.
“But love is green.” They said.
It dances like trees when motivated.
It grows like a plant when...
Love is red. Definitely red
The rush of blood through my veins at the call of your name
The colour of my lipstick on your collar
The flush on my cheeks when I think of yesterday
Now my most prized memory.
It is the colour of a rose
Delicately placed on the nightstand before you leave for work
And the colour of the sky as we sit on the porch
Drinking coffee and enjoying the breeze.
“But love is green.” They said.
It dances like trees when motivated.
It grows like a plant when...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 00:11am
7th Jan 2013 00:11am
Because Of That Chair
Oh shut up!
You have so much to be grateful for.
You take so much for granted.
Things that change lives
Drastically from others’ perspective.
That chair you sit on was a home.
It was shade.
It was food.
It was beauty.
Now it sits there, hard and square,
Looking useless, looking simple.
You call it industrialisation.
Modern, new, beautiful, right?
Was it not beautiful when it had leaves?
When it let out clean oxygen
Helping you?
But no, you cut it down.
Because of that chair
A squirrel is homeless,
A...
You have so much to be grateful for.
You take so much for granted.
Things that change lives
Drastically from others’ perspective.
That chair you sit on was a home.
It was shade.
It was food.
It was beauty.
Now it sits there, hard and square,
Looking useless, looking simple.
You call it industrialisation.
Modern, new, beautiful, right?
Was it not beautiful when it had leaves?
When it let out clean oxygen
Helping you?
But no, you cut it down.
Because of that chair
A squirrel is homeless,
A...
551 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 00:09am
7th Jan 2013 00:09am
Out There
I look up,
Out of myself and out of the sky, into you,
To see a universe painted with stars,
Its canvas seared with the paint of tender hands.
I look up,
Beyond all I know,
A vast spread of nothingness that is so something
Before my eyes artwork,
Put so brilliantly across reality.
I look up and think.
After the farthest star has lent its light,
In the distance,
Between everything and beyond.
I wonder if you are proud.
In all the night sky’s greatness
And the overwhelming suction of your heart’s universe
As it calls...
Out of myself and out of the sky, into you,
To see a universe painted with stars,
Its canvas seared with the paint of tender hands.
I look up,
Beyond all I know,
A vast spread of nothingness that is so something
Before my eyes artwork,
Put so brilliantly across reality.
I look up and think.
After the farthest star has lent its light,
In the distance,
Between everything and beyond.
I wonder if you are proud.
In all the night sky’s greatness
And the overwhelming suction of your heart’s universe
As it calls...
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0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 5:16pm
5th Jan 2013 5:16pm
Morning
Many have made their muse of you.
Your silence, sometimes almost crippling,
Your colours, sombre yet loud,
Bursting through the trees, yet
Not moving a leaf.
Poets have pondered
Singers sung
Of your beauty, your mystery, your life.
You have been the theme of paintings
The beauty of a day.
You have been hoped for earnestly
And you’ve been filled with tears.
You have been someone’s solace
And someone’s despair.
You have been many things bundled together,
But you have also been silenced.
Supressed by the sound of...
Your silence, sometimes almost crippling,
Your colours, sombre yet loud,
Bursting through the trees, yet
Not moving a leaf.
Poets have pondered
Singers sung
Of your beauty, your mystery, your life.
You have been the theme of paintings
The beauty of a day.
You have been hoped for earnestly
And you’ve been filled with tears.
You have been someone’s solace
And someone’s despair.
You have been many things bundled together,
But you have also been silenced.
Supressed by the sound of...
516 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 5:15pm
5th Jan 2013 5:15pm
High Tide
It is out here I like to think;
To sit upon the soft, wooden jetty and ponder,
My heart in the water,
My thoughts with the trees.
And as the sun plays hide and seek behind grey clouds,
I lose myself with the outgoing wind.
The sea eats up the pebble covered shore.
She beats like a spirited drummer upon the coco trunks
And speaks to my soul,
Her music mirth.
The grey clouds now hide my countenance
My existence simple; mere ambiguity.
But now as the wind returns,
I find myself.
And the experience of such selflessness ...
To sit upon the soft, wooden jetty and ponder,
My heart in the water,
My thoughts with the trees.
And as the sun plays hide and seek behind grey clouds,
I lose myself with the outgoing wind.
The sea eats up the pebble covered shore.
She beats like a spirited drummer upon the coco trunks
And speaks to my soul,
Her music mirth.
The grey clouds now hide my countenance
My existence simple; mere ambiguity.
But now as the wind returns,
I find myself.
And the experience of such selflessness ...
518 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 2:45am
5th Jan 2013 2:45am
Silence
Our minds have been chained by the past.
We have endured selfless love and selfish lusts.
Time has broken our backs and has offered us herself
as healing.
So many times we have trembled at the thought of separation,
trembled at the thought of
aloneness.
So accustomed to owning nothing, being nothing.
It has been my dream that one day we shall understand.
I shall never be accustomed to someone shutting me up.
I shall never smile in the face of death and ask him out on a date.
I shall...
We have endured selfless love and selfish lusts.
Time has broken our backs and has offered us herself
as healing.
So many times we have trembled at the thought of separation,
trembled at the thought of
aloneness.
So accustomed to owning nothing, being nothing.
It has been my dream that one day we shall understand.
I shall never be accustomed to someone shutting me up.
I shall never smile in the face of death and ask him out on a date.
I shall...
832 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 2:43am
5th Jan 2013 2:43am
Chartered Love
They’ve been called many things.
Their coloured pasts and clouded futures merge,
To meet the needs of the hungry ones who come to feast.
Nightly battles with the ever present possibility
That some so called prince charming would see it fit to stop by
And deliver his deepest and most dreadful secrets,
Murdering souls on end with his lust and his need to be
Fed.
See them in their droves.
Like brute beasts borrowing time,
Their tie clips glistening in the moonlight;
Their jackets offering temporary warmth to the daughters of...
Their coloured pasts and clouded futures merge,
To meet the needs of the hungry ones who come to feast.
Nightly battles with the ever present possibility
That some so called prince charming would see it fit to stop by
And deliver his deepest and most dreadful secrets,
Murdering souls on end with his lust and his need to be
Fed.
See them in their droves.
Like brute beasts borrowing time,
Their tie clips glistening in the moonlight;
Their jackets offering temporary warmth to the daughters of...
597 reads
1 Comment
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