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
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 10:54pm
11th Oct 2015 10:54pm
Over The Legal Limit
My emotions had a label stating
"Do not mix with alchohal"
Manic depressive states within periods of time that fall into a listless void of fermented barley
And I sense aesthetic somewhere in the remains of porceline teacup shards
Once laced with whiskey
Bloody bandaids
I tried to tell you I was hurting
Medical names for pills fall off the tongue like French "I love yous"
I was hellbent on destroying myself
Vodka told me that life was meaningless
It was easy to believe
We drink depressents and call it Happy Hour
...
"Do not mix with alchohal"
Manic depressive states within periods of time that fall into a listless void of fermented barley
And I sense aesthetic somewhere in the remains of porceline teacup shards
Once laced with whiskey
Bloody bandaids
I tried to tell you I was hurting
Medical names for pills fall off the tongue like French "I love yous"
I was hellbent on destroying myself
Vodka told me that life was meaningless
It was easy to believe
We drink depressents and call it Happy Hour
...
845 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 7:57am
8th Oct 2015 7:57am
Love Me Dead
Letting myself stick around you was the worst form of torture
Punishment at its hightened pleasure
I was addicted to your smell
You were poison
And I mean every I love you
Because an addicts mouth will say anything
To get their hands on just one more hit
Your hair is the sofrest barbed wire, cutting into my finger tips
Your smile is cyanide
You held my hand and snake fangs plunged into skin
Reducing me to an ever congealing mass of hormones and teenage angst
On one hand you knew the power you held to me
How you traced my neck with...
Punishment at its hightened pleasure
I was addicted to your smell
You were poison
And I mean every I love you
Because an addicts mouth will say anything
To get their hands on just one more hit
Your hair is the sofrest barbed wire, cutting into my finger tips
Your smile is cyanide
You held my hand and snake fangs plunged into skin
Reducing me to an ever congealing mass of hormones and teenage angst
On one hand you knew the power you held to me
How you traced my neck with...
671 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2015 6:47am
20th Sep 2015 6:47am
Tequila Rose
I told you through text I was going to drink myself to death tonight
Except I didnt
All my words and sentences ended with smiley faces and exclamation points
"Fifth shot down!"
I told you, while I vomited on the tile
Fumbling with razor blades drunk hands couldn't make art like they used to
I couldn't find the words to say that I still love you
I also couldn't remember how to say cumbersome
And you thought that was funny
I said your laugh was beautiful
You said so was mine
Perhaps the alcohol helped me believe you
Perhaps it was...
Except I didnt
All my words and sentences ended with smiley faces and exclamation points
"Fifth shot down!"
I told you, while I vomited on the tile
Fumbling with razor blades drunk hands couldn't make art like they used to
I couldn't find the words to say that I still love you
I also couldn't remember how to say cumbersome
And you thought that was funny
I said your laugh was beautiful
You said so was mine
Perhaps the alcohol helped me believe you
Perhaps it was...
932 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2015 5:54am
17th Sep 2015 5:54am
I Hope You Dont Read This
I fed you as much of myself as I could
Im the biggest hypocrite I know
And as I told you knives weren't your friends and scars arent the kind of pretty we thought they were
My own skin was marked and scratched by my hand of self hatred
I didnt tell you I hated myself as much as you hated yourself
I didnt know how
One of us had to be the strong one
And Ive been feeling broken for so long that it was second nature
I was just as much a part of my mental disorders as I am my own scared skin
You needed me to say it was ok
You didnt need the worry my issues...
Im the biggest hypocrite I know
And as I told you knives weren't your friends and scars arent the kind of pretty we thought they were
My own skin was marked and scratched by my hand of self hatred
I didnt tell you I hated myself as much as you hated yourself
I didnt know how
One of us had to be the strong one
And Ive been feeling broken for so long that it was second nature
I was just as much a part of my mental disorders as I am my own scared skin
You needed me to say it was ok
You didnt need the worry my issues...
654 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 2:28am
30th Aug 2015 2:28am
Peach Tea- A Revival
Between Spiderman kisses I told you
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and...
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and...
690 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 4:04am
8th Jul 2015 4:04am
Peach Tea
Between Spiderman kisses I told you
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and...
That you smelled like peach tea
We had a tea party and sipped out of sunflowers
Never before had I felt so safe
When you kissed me like you did
Teeth and nails gliding down the nape of my neck
My hair balled in your fist
I felt the skin of your back, your panting breath
I didn't think of peach tea
But I knew it would never be the same
When you held me in your arms afterwards
We talked of dying and how sad it would be
To know that nothing was there once you were gone
I smelled peaches and...
#love
#tea
757 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 3:06am
26th Jun 2015 3:06am
Starlight
Someone once told me
That stars are actually tears in the sheild
Letting the light of something far more beautiful shine through only for a moment
Fading in and out and convincing us its starlight
"Its the government's fault" he told me
He explained to me symbolism in eyes and the meaning of numbers
But I thought nothing more then what was out there that was so beautiful it must be hidden
Was it too perfect?
Would mere mortals feel threatened by its importance?
Or would be envy its simplistic amazement?
How could you revolt against the...
That stars are actually tears in the sheild
Letting the light of something far more beautiful shine through only for a moment
Fading in and out and convincing us its starlight
"Its the government's fault" he told me
He explained to me symbolism in eyes and the meaning of numbers
But I thought nothing more then what was out there that was so beautiful it must be hidden
Was it too perfect?
Would mere mortals feel threatened by its importance?
Or would be envy its simplistic amazement?
How could you revolt against the...
683 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 4:57am
11th Jun 2015 4:57am
Sonder
The house is guarded by cacti
Thorns and blooming flowers
A lawn of dirt and weeds
I have only seen the woman who lives there once
My father said that she looks like shes been through the wringer
I feel bad for her
Shes an old women who looks like she could have once been beautiful
I tried not to look at her for too long
She scowled at me as I passed by
Her hands dirty, loose shirt
She must have a story
Her story must be fascinating
What made her repress
Hang up the No Tresspassing signs
Cacoon herself in a web
of thorns ...
Thorns and blooming flowers
A lawn of dirt and weeds
I have only seen the woman who lives there once
My father said that she looks like shes been through the wringer
I feel bad for her
Shes an old women who looks like she could have once been beautiful
I tried not to look at her for too long
She scowled at me as I passed by
Her hands dirty, loose shirt
She must have a story
Her story must be fascinating
What made her repress
Hang up the No Tresspassing signs
Cacoon herself in a web
of thorns ...
728 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 9:22pm
6th Jun 2015 9:22pm
Aesthetic
The ringing in your ears of music being too loud
A face illuminated by a yellow street light creating skin tones worthy or Warhols
The smell of rain in the air
Long walks to nowhere
Children playing in the street with summer vacation in their breath
A lack of consideration to who can hear you sing
If an abduction were to happen here is the playlist of music in which I am ok to die to
A cave at the mouth of a basin
And even though you are not scared you are not equipped enough to brave that plunge
Back ally blowjobs
Heroine needles next to Styrofoam...
A face illuminated by a yellow street light creating skin tones worthy or Warhols
The smell of rain in the air
Long walks to nowhere
Children playing in the street with summer vacation in their breath
A lack of consideration to who can hear you sing
If an abduction were to happen here is the playlist of music in which I am ok to die to
A cave at the mouth of a basin
And even though you are not scared you are not equipped enough to brave that plunge
Back ally blowjobs
Heroine needles next to Styrofoam...
614 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2015 4:50am
12th May 2015 4:50am
Would It Feel Like Flying?
Have you ever thought about how many people have thought about suicide?
Really dug deep and stared at the four white walls of your bedroom and wondered how many people thought death was a better answer?
How many people have looked off the side of the freeway bridge and thought about how long the fall would be?
And would it feel like flying?
How many people have stared at the television screen with a gaped maw
Knowing the shotgun sleeping under the bed could fix this situation
When it is only needed in emergencies?
Where a person just quietly stares...
Really dug deep and stared at the four white walls of your bedroom and wondered how many people thought death was a better answer?
How many people have looked off the side of the freeway bridge and thought about how long the fall would be?
And would it feel like flying?
How many people have stared at the television screen with a gaped maw
Knowing the shotgun sleeping under the bed could fix this situation
When it is only needed in emergencies?
Where a person just quietly stares...
700 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2015 4:48am
12th May 2015 4:48am
To Run Into The Road
I've taken up walking
It's a nice way to forget that I have to eventually go home
Sometimes I like to think that I could just walk and walk and never go anywhere
Never end up anywhere but just there
Just to go and see and observe and remember how small I really am
How my problems don't mean shit in the vast expanse of life and the world
And be ok with that
Forget about people and needs
Expectations and regrets
Panic attacks at the Olive Garden and the constant feeling like I want to rip the veins right out of my wrist
Just feeling like...
It's a nice way to forget that I have to eventually go home
Sometimes I like to think that I could just walk and walk and never go anywhere
Never end up anywhere but just there
Just to go and see and observe and remember how small I really am
How my problems don't mean shit in the vast expanse of life and the world
And be ok with that
Forget about people and needs
Expectations and regrets
Panic attacks at the Olive Garden and the constant feeling like I want to rip the veins right out of my wrist
Just feeling like...
811 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2015 5:26am
11th May 2015 5:26am
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a while
I was given adult responsibilities and forgot about you
Diary I must ask, are you just a child's version of a
therapist?
A small child with tiny painted hands will write about boys and
gossip and how the stork can deliver all those babies on time
But an adult goes to a certified person, their chipped hands
shake as they cry mortgage and concerned their spouses are
cheating on them
A child will run home with eager hands and pen creativity and unadulterated imagination and dot their...
I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a while
I was given adult responsibilities and forgot about you
Diary I must ask, are you just a child's version of a
therapist?
A small child with tiny painted hands will write about boys and
gossip and how the stork can deliver all those babies on time
But an adult goes to a certified person, their chipped hands
shake as they cry mortgage and concerned their spouses are
cheating on them
A child will run home with eager hands and pen creativity and unadulterated imagination and dot their...
736 reads
0 Comments
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