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
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2016 7:38pm
28th Jul 2016 7:38pm
120
120
That number rang through my head repeated repeated
120
Was the number I thought of when I looked at myself in the mirror
Three days without eating
But I wasnt the 120
They were
120 was what I thought when I carried them in my arms and onto my couch
Their excited giggles filling my ears
120 was what I thought of when I kissed their collar bones
Looking at the perfect way their waist tapered to their hips, ribs underneath
120
120 is what I thought of when they said theyre aiming for 115
120 is what...
That number rang through my head repeated repeated
120
Was the number I thought of when I looked at myself in the mirror
Three days without eating
But I wasnt the 120
They were
120 was what I thought when I carried them in my arms and onto my couch
Their excited giggles filling my ears
120 was what I thought of when I kissed their collar bones
Looking at the perfect way their waist tapered to their hips, ribs underneath
120
120 is what I thought of when they said theyre aiming for 115
120 is what...
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2016 7:35pm
28th Jul 2016 7:35pm
We're Ok
Three friends with eating disorders go out together
No one asks if they want lunch
But all gladly agree to coffee
Lying on your couch
Air conditioner out
You run fingers down scarred theighs placing pressure in the divits
Feeling the textures and changes on my skin
You read me like lines of Braille
I held your hair back while you vomited
Through the bile I still smell coconut shampoo
We're all 17 trying to find adults to buy us ciggerettes
This poem has no rhyme or reason really
Im just glad through all the...
No one asks if they want lunch
But all gladly agree to coffee
Lying on your couch
Air conditioner out
You run fingers down scarred theighs placing pressure in the divits
Feeling the textures and changes on my skin
You read me like lines of Braille
I held your hair back while you vomited
Through the bile I still smell coconut shampoo
We're all 17 trying to find adults to buy us ciggerettes
This poem has no rhyme or reason really
Im just glad through all the...
553 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2016 8:02am
18th May 2016 8:02am
it all falls to ash
Tuesdays nights
I wheel the rickity trash cans out to the curb
I hate disturbing the still quiet of the night
But this is by far my favorite time of day
Ciggerette smoke curls like question marks in the air around me
Punctuating the questions that spill from my head
Looking down the street, past the sidewalk and the gravel and the freeway that still buzzes with late activity
I wonder what keeps me here?
What keeps my feet from treading forward and walking away from this all?
Walking away from my depression and anger and lonliness
What keeps me here? ...
I wheel the rickity trash cans out to the curb
I hate disturbing the still quiet of the night
But this is by far my favorite time of day
Ciggerette smoke curls like question marks in the air around me
Punctuating the questions that spill from my head
Looking down the street, past the sidewalk and the gravel and the freeway that still buzzes with late activity
I wonder what keeps me here?
What keeps my feet from treading forward and walking away from this all?
Walking away from my depression and anger and lonliness
What keeps me here? ...
539 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2016 4:45am
9th May 2016 4:45am
jeff buckley
Theres a sad beauty in watching someone take in music
Absorbing notes and lyrics
Watching in intense emotional concentration
Shaking their heads lightly
Taking a deep sip of alchohol or drag of a ciggerette
Trying to bury what the music is trying to rise
Absorbing notes and lyrics
Watching in intense emotional concentration
Shaking their heads lightly
Taking a deep sip of alchohol or drag of a ciggerette
Trying to bury what the music is trying to rise
541 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 6:49am
30th Apr 2016 6:49am
Chordae Tendineae
Dig around in the chambers of my heart and find where my love used to be
I constantly pray its still there
But its bruised and selfish and not like it used to be
My love has turned into a feral dog
Biting at the fences holding happy people
Chained to the body of someone whos exterior has grown as cold as the ice
Floating in her rum and coke
I constantly pray its still there
But its bruised and selfish and not like it used to be
My love has turned into a feral dog
Biting at the fences holding happy people
Chained to the body of someone whos exterior has grown as cold as the ice
Floating in her rum and coke
817 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2016 7:43am
10th Apr 2016 7:43am
no more room for dead kids
I opened the alcohol pad like a condom
Between my teeth its paper shred
I took a drink of cheap beer
Its taste making me cringe and shiver harder then the white sting of cleaning infected wounds
My hands still smelled like nicotine
I disgust myself
I wrote this when I was drunk and half dead
She stitched me up, I was numbed on rum and adrenalin as the needle bobbed in and out of my skin
Every so often she'd glance at me
An expression somewhere between frustration and understanding
I avoided her eye contact
"I hope I dont have...
Between my teeth its paper shred
I took a drink of cheap beer
Its taste making me cringe and shiver harder then the white sting of cleaning infected wounds
My hands still smelled like nicotine
I disgust myself
I wrote this when I was drunk and half dead
She stitched me up, I was numbed on rum and adrenalin as the needle bobbed in and out of my skin
Every so often she'd glance at me
An expression somewhere between frustration and understanding
I avoided her eye contact
"I hope I dont have...
559 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 6:49am
29th Mar 2016 6:49am
You Want One?
Out of her pocket she pulled out a crumpled ciggerette
Its sides practically bursting, ends frayed string
Her fingers held it with such a delicacy
It seemed the ground beneath her would fall if it were to break anymore
After setting it aflame she took the longest drag I has ever seen
Almost burning the pastel filter
Expression never changing
She held in the smoke
Let her lungs turn 50 shades darker
And as she talked again, every other word was punctuated with a plume of smoke
Seeping from her lips, she looked like a sleeping dragon ...
Its sides practically bursting, ends frayed string
Her fingers held it with such a delicacy
It seemed the ground beneath her would fall if it were to break anymore
After setting it aflame she took the longest drag I has ever seen
Almost burning the pastel filter
Expression never changing
She held in the smoke
Let her lungs turn 50 shades darker
And as she talked again, every other word was punctuated with a plume of smoke
Seeping from her lips, she looked like a sleeping dragon ...
530 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 7:13pm
10th Mar 2016 7:13pm
Please Dont Leave Me When I Feel So Low
At first glace the answer was as simple as the question
"Would you take back your last kiss?"
I smile fondly pondering over the question
The answer was simple
No, of course not
My last kiss, was given to her in parting
After spending all night lying in my bed and laughing
Reminding ourselves there are reasons in the world to smile
We've been seperated for almost a year
And I was slowly getting over it
We were still great friends
Just didnt quite fit together romantically anymore
I though back at that kiss
Sweet, small,...
"Would you take back your last kiss?"
I smile fondly pondering over the question
The answer was simple
No, of course not
My last kiss, was given to her in parting
After spending all night lying in my bed and laughing
Reminding ourselves there are reasons in the world to smile
We've been seperated for almost a year
And I was slowly getting over it
We were still great friends
Just didnt quite fit together romantically anymore
I though back at that kiss
Sweet, small,...
619 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 5:45am
23rd Feb 2016 5:45am
White Rum Tastes Better After Vodka
I gotta be drunk to dream of you
Thats why at night I let the rum slide down my torn out throat
Like alchoholic razor blades, I've learn to love the burn
I stagger and slur words of apologizes
And in a bed of my dirty clothes my eyes weigh tons
And crash to sleep I found you
You pet my crying body
Urging me to sleep
"You cant keep this up forever"
Shes speaking for my liver
But I just need her
Just for the night
In my dreams I can forget that you dont love me the same way you used to
Dreams are projections of lies your brain tells...
Thats why at night I let the rum slide down my torn out throat
Like alchoholic razor blades, I've learn to love the burn
I stagger and slur words of apologizes
And in a bed of my dirty clothes my eyes weigh tons
And crash to sleep I found you
You pet my crying body
Urging me to sleep
"You cant keep this up forever"
Shes speaking for my liver
But I just need her
Just for the night
In my dreams I can forget that you dont love me the same way you used to
Dreams are projections of lies your brain tells...
645 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2016 6:10am
17th Jan 2016 6:10am
Euphoric Opiates
I went chasing dragons because
I wanted to remember what you smelled like
I burnt a ciggerette out on my wrist to remember what your kiss felt like
I dragged razor blades down my tongue
As to recall the way it would crash down your neck
You were the most beautiful walking disaster i had ever seen
And i envied the way you carried your sins like vases of flowers and lace
While mine weighed upon my back like skickering gargoyles
You were too much for yourself
I love how you continue to hurt me
Im sorry im not the one to fix you
In fact i play with...
I wanted to remember what you smelled like
I burnt a ciggerette out on my wrist to remember what your kiss felt like
I dragged razor blades down my tongue
As to recall the way it would crash down your neck
You were the most beautiful walking disaster i had ever seen
And i envied the way you carried your sins like vases of flowers and lace
While mine weighed upon my back like skickering gargoyles
You were too much for yourself
I love how you continue to hurt me
Im sorry im not the one to fix you
In fact i play with...
753 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2016 4:19am
4th Jan 2016 4:19am
Sweaters In Summer
Arizona summers are
Hot
Decrepid
Scortching temperatures rise and rise
And my sweater and long jenes hug tight around my body
Keeping together secrets my teacher said she might have seen
And I told her it was the cat
But failed to mention that I didnt have a cat
To say that the razor blade became my friend
Or my lover
Or my savior
Would be a bold faced lie
The razor blade was a tool
It was a sword that killed the monsters that were named insecurity and terror
They slept somewhere underneath the flesh of my theighs
It was a...
Hot
Decrepid
Scortching temperatures rise and rise
And my sweater and long jenes hug tight around my body
Keeping together secrets my teacher said she might have seen
And I told her it was the cat
But failed to mention that I didnt have a cat
To say that the razor blade became my friend
Or my lover
Or my savior
Would be a bold faced lie
The razor blade was a tool
It was a sword that killed the monsters that were named insecurity and terror
They slept somewhere underneath the flesh of my theighs
It was a...
749 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2015 3:48am
4th Nov 2015 3:48am
im sick of this flesh vessel
Even my suicide would be unoriginal
I would bleed and I would vomit
And coroners would look at my body like they found their favoite record broken and skipping on a song that makes them want to drink
I will try to detatch the left part of my arm from the right
Because remember kids-
Its down the road
Not across the street
I would be a walking cliche and another statistic
My note would be full of quotes and song lyrics
Because I am not beautiful enough to come up with anything original
And their words will forever depict what Im feeling far better...
I would bleed and I would vomit
And coroners would look at my body like they found their favoite record broken and skipping on a song that makes them want to drink
I will try to detatch the left part of my arm from the right
Because remember kids-
Its down the road
Not across the street
I would be a walking cliche and another statistic
My note would be full of quotes and song lyrics
Because I am not beautiful enough to come up with anything original
And their words will forever depict what Im feeling far better...
757 reads
2 Comments
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