Submissions by lonelove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write dark and depressing, stuff that I enjoy, I'm not all that great to be quite honest
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 1:33am
6th Jul 2017 1:33am
Hung From The Noose Of Your Romance
Over your body I was exposed
Pale and soft and inexperienced
I held onto your sides, trying not to dig my nails into your skin
Deep inside me, every motion of your hips
Became fireworks, atomic bombs of emotions and love and lust
No use keeping quiet, no use being modest
One of your strong arms lifted up
You caressed my face, let your thumb glide along my bottom lip
Carefully you wrapped your hand around my throat
You were never one to hurt me
Even when I begged
I was the one with the desire to be smacked and whipped, choked...
Pale and soft and inexperienced
I held onto your sides, trying not to dig my nails into your skin
Deep inside me, every motion of your hips
Became fireworks, atomic bombs of emotions and love and lust
No use keeping quiet, no use being modest
One of your strong arms lifted up
You caressed my face, let your thumb glide along my bottom lip
Carefully you wrapped your hand around my throat
You were never one to hurt me
Even when I begged
I was the one with the desire to be smacked and whipped, choked...
1019 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 6:26am
2nd Jul 2017 6:26am
It's Not That Simple
It was 1 in the morning
We sat on your back porch
Summer had already settled into our lives like a low hanging plague of locusts
Suffocating and irritating, barely livable
But here we sat, cigarettes in our hands, hair freshly washed
I turned on some music because I couldn't think of a better way to make this moment last
And for once
You sang along
We both sang along, lyrics you showed me that I have learned to love
"We harmonize well"
That made me smile
But paradise doesn't always last
And eventually dark clouds bring tropical...
We sat on your back porch
Summer had already settled into our lives like a low hanging plague of locusts
Suffocating and irritating, barely livable
But here we sat, cigarettes in our hands, hair freshly washed
I turned on some music because I couldn't think of a better way to make this moment last
And for once
You sang along
We both sang along, lyrics you showed me that I have learned to love
"We harmonize well"
That made me smile
But paradise doesn't always last
And eventually dark clouds bring tropical...
752 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2017 7:42pm
15th May 2017 7:42pm
Ultrasound Suicide
I heard its heartbeat after praying it wouldn't be there
Praying that the mass of matter, bean shaped and hardly sentient would not be breathing
But here you are, chugging away with a BPM that the doctor said was impressive
You're so healthy and I want you gone Steady legs started shaking, knees started to clattered
But on a brave face, you're a big girl now
Ultrasound suicide
Im trying to remember how to breath
Praying that the mass of matter, bean shaped and hardly sentient would not be breathing
But here you are, chugging away with a BPM that the doctor said was impressive
You're so healthy and I want you gone Steady legs started shaking, knees started to clattered
But on a brave face, you're a big girl now
Ultrasound suicide
Im trying to remember how to breath
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 7:45am
26th Apr 2017 7:45am
...then hopefully i will become nothing
You are what you eat
I am black coffe bile
Diet energy drinks
Weight loss pills
You are what you eat
Then I am the 'I love yous ' you feed me every night
Which I now accept because in my tired existence
I would like to believe it true
You are what you eat
Then I am the parting texts you sent to me that night
When 2AM seemed trivial in our night owl lifestyle
I reread them like pieces of scripture, glass filled eyes
My mouth tastes like every bad decision Ive ever made
I am black coffe bile
Diet energy drinks
Weight loss pills
You are what you eat
Then I am the 'I love yous ' you feed me every night
Which I now accept because in my tired existence
I would like to believe it true
You are what you eat
Then I am the parting texts you sent to me that night
When 2AM seemed trivial in our night owl lifestyle
I reread them like pieces of scripture, glass filled eyes
My mouth tastes like every bad decision Ive ever made
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2017 8:27pm
25th Apr 2017 8:27pm
you're twisting my stomach into knots
Hunched over my porcelain palace
I dry heaved the bile that uneasily rested at the pit of my stomach
And in these moments of stomach flu delirium I found comfort in the thought
I was flushing out every bad taste you had left in my mouth
I dry heaved the bile that uneasily rested at the pit of my stomach
And in these moments of stomach flu delirium I found comfort in the thought
I was flushing out every bad taste you had left in my mouth
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2017 8:53am
21st Apr 2017 8:53am
angels are much scarier then you think
I'd call you a blessing
But Im not one to believe in spirits
Not much of an afterlife or a cosmic deity in my beliefs
But the way you waltzed into my life
Started implanting yourself into the sentences of my story
You came to me like a miracle, given to sinners who clasp their hands so tight in prayer, diamonds would begin to form
I let 'I love yous' slip from my lips like hymns
You give me your sins, your demons
Strung out between the smoke curl of ciggerette drags
But behind each of your steps I feel something holy
I twirl the stands of...
But Im not one to believe in spirits
Not much of an afterlife or a cosmic deity in my beliefs
But the way you waltzed into my life
Started implanting yourself into the sentences of my story
You came to me like a miracle, given to sinners who clasp their hands so tight in prayer, diamonds would begin to form
I let 'I love yous' slip from my lips like hymns
You give me your sins, your demons
Strung out between the smoke curl of ciggerette drags
But behind each of your steps I feel something holy
I twirl the stands of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 6:39am
30th Mar 2017 6:39am
Can You Feel My Heart
You've ruined me
You would hate to know I used a word as strong and harsh as 'ruined'
For something as beautiful as what we've created together
Memories, moments, fractions of time sauderized into my brain
But I like the idea of repurposing an ugly word into something beautiful
You've ruined me
Your smile, the tired happiness in your eyes
Your overanalytical and beautiful thoughts
You've ruined me, because now, the space between us feel like galaxies
Void but filled with matter and stardust
Stringing itself across the...
You would hate to know I used a word as strong and harsh as 'ruined'
For something as beautiful as what we've created together
Memories, moments, fractions of time sauderized into my brain
But I like the idea of repurposing an ugly word into something beautiful
You've ruined me
Your smile, the tired happiness in your eyes
Your overanalytical and beautiful thoughts
You've ruined me, because now, the space between us feel like galaxies
Void but filled with matter and stardust
Stringing itself across the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 1:01pm
13th Feb 2017 1:01pm
the warmth
The idea of your throat
Tied so shakily around that rope
Hanging from the celing
The floor beneath you falling to peices into a listless void of fear and loneliness
And I cant say exactly what you were feeling but god damn my heart aches to think it was even close to what I've felt
Slender, soft hands that have yet to place their fingertips on the world for very long
Barely holding onto yourself
Holding on for dear life
And the image of that song, floating into your ears
The chorus guiding your hands off that rope, letting your neck...
Tied so shakily around that rope
Hanging from the celing
The floor beneath you falling to peices into a listless void of fear and loneliness
And I cant say exactly what you were feeling but god damn my heart aches to think it was even close to what I've felt
Slender, soft hands that have yet to place their fingertips on the world for very long
Barely holding onto yourself
Holding on for dear life
And the image of that song, floating into your ears
The chorus guiding your hands off that rope, letting your neck...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2016 8:59pm
31st Dec 2016 8:59pm
In The Coffee Shop Next To Lost Leaf
When we walked in, he was bathed in the light of some random bulb, strumming the strings of his turquoise guitar. I watched his brows furrow as he wrote small songs.
Every once in a while, he'd glance up at me with his half cocked smile and I felt my face flush, I couldn't help but admit I adored him.
I watched her suck him off in the abandoned building of our favorite coffee shop.
His moans making my hips writhe, left alone to my own devices, hearing the air mattresses strain under the weight of their two bodies.
I closed my eyes and listen to the...
Every once in a while, he'd glance up at me with his half cocked smile and I felt my face flush, I couldn't help but admit I adored him.
I watched her suck him off in the abandoned building of our favorite coffee shop.
His moans making my hips writhe, left alone to my own devices, hearing the air mattresses strain under the weight of their two bodies.
I closed my eyes and listen to the...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2016 5:55am
23rd Nov 2016 5:55am
An Ode To Broken Blood Vessels
On my neck
Bruises lie where her teeth used to be
Dark and yellow on the edges
The harder she bit the more I groaned
I moaned
The more I craved for her
Hide myself behind scarves to keep professional
But when I turn my neck, they still felt sore
On my ribs
The bruises of old finger tips
Pressing into the indents between the bones
I just want to be skinnier
I wanted my ribs to be more exposed
I'll stop eating for days just for someone to say
"It looks like you've lost weight"
On my hips
Bruises form from lying...
Bruises lie where her teeth used to be
Dark and yellow on the edges
The harder she bit the more I groaned
I moaned
The more I craved for her
Hide myself behind scarves to keep professional
But when I turn my neck, they still felt sore
On my ribs
The bruises of old finger tips
Pressing into the indents between the bones
I just want to be skinnier
I wanted my ribs to be more exposed
I'll stop eating for days just for someone to say
"It looks like you've lost weight"
On my hips
Bruises form from lying...
554 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2016 8:47am
3rd Oct 2016 8:47am
flowers grave
A sniff, down the hallway
Whispered apologises
Dead dogs litter this new house
Two in one year just isnt fair
Watching strong hands shake as a warm body goes cold
Contain the mess
The mess
The
Mess
Like a ghost I can still hear you throughout these halls
Tip toe around a sheet sleeping inside a cardboard box
Dont wake the dead
Laugh at your own joke
Be disgusted by your own sense of humor
Rinse
Repeat
Open windows lets the smell of old rain in
Wrapping me in a chill
Trying to forget I still know...
Whispered apologises
Dead dogs litter this new house
Two in one year just isnt fair
Watching strong hands shake as a warm body goes cold
Contain the mess
The mess
The
Mess
Like a ghost I can still hear you throughout these halls
Tip toe around a sheet sleeping inside a cardboard box
Dont wake the dead
Laugh at your own joke
Be disgusted by your own sense of humor
Rinse
Repeat
Open windows lets the smell of old rain in
Wrapping me in a chill
Trying to forget I still know...
553 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Sep 2016 5:21am
20th Sep 2016 5:21am
mixtapes dedicated to your laugh
I never feel clean enough to touch you
Like running my fingers down your arms would leave dirt streaks in their wake and your beauty would be tarnished
I take warm rags clean away the spots of dried blood left by other people who have scraped and bruised you
While my own popped stitches leak pus and visera i dont tell you im bleeding out trying to keep you put together
Like running my fingers down your arms would leave dirt streaks in their wake and your beauty would be tarnished
I take warm rags clean away the spots of dried blood left by other people who have scraped and bruised you
While my own popped stitches leak pus and visera i dont tell you im bleeding out trying to keep you put together
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