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
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2013 11:16pm
29th Jul 2013 11:16pm
Masked Dance
There is a ball tonight
And everyone is here
The women are in flowing dresses
And their wings are pampered and plucked
The men show of expensive suits
Talk of accomplishments and prizes
And everyone is drinking
They are having a good time
The priest arrives
His mask placed over his eyes
Black and white
Yin and yang
And he watches everyone indulge in sin
Tucks his cross under his shirt
And happily joins in
The mayor and his wife
Arrive at separate times
The mayor feeds the lovely masked women ...
And everyone is here
The women are in flowing dresses
And their wings are pampered and plucked
The men show of expensive suits
Talk of accomplishments and prizes
And everyone is drinking
They are having a good time
The priest arrives
His mask placed over his eyes
Black and white
Yin and yang
And he watches everyone indulge in sin
Tucks his cross under his shirt
And happily joins in
The mayor and his wife
Arrive at separate times
The mayor feeds the lovely masked women ...
507 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2013 00:07am
27th Jul 2013 00:07am
Swinging Rope
It's a perfect day to hang myself
The clouds have covered the sky
And flashes of white light
Burst behind gray masses
There is the threat of rain
And it's a perfect day for suicide
I gave it plenty of thought
And I found a strong rope
Tied it around my neck
And it feels just right
I can hear the voices
The ones of mother and father
Screaming and shouting at the ghosts
And when their voices pass
I hear the whispers that lie behind my eyes
The ones who taught me how to tie the noose
And now I hear the rain...
The clouds have covered the sky
And flashes of white light
Burst behind gray masses
There is the threat of rain
And it's a perfect day for suicide
I gave it plenty of thought
And I found a strong rope
Tied it around my neck
And it feels just right
I can hear the voices
The ones of mother and father
Screaming and shouting at the ghosts
And when their voices pass
I hear the whispers that lie behind my eyes
The ones who taught me how to tie the noose
And now I hear the rain...
528 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 10:59pm
25th Jul 2013 10:59pm
Beauty In Sorrow
You look so pretty when you cry
The way your face flushes
And yet turns a gentle red
Your quiet sobs underneath your heavy blanket
Your wimpers, your gasps
You just look so pretty when you cry
You've given up on all your hope
You've thrown it down the drain
You lie in bed with no recall
On how you even got there
Because everything's a foggy blur
When your eyes are filled with tears
But I love the way you cry
Is it selfish to think this way?
Enjoy watching your show
I like to see your long brown hair...
The way your face flushes
And yet turns a gentle red
Your quiet sobs underneath your heavy blanket
Your wimpers, your gasps
You just look so pretty when you cry
You've given up on all your hope
You've thrown it down the drain
You lie in bed with no recall
On how you even got there
Because everything's a foggy blur
When your eyes are filled with tears
But I love the way you cry
Is it selfish to think this way?
Enjoy watching your show
I like to see your long brown hair...
687 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 5:46am
1st Jul 2013 5:46am
What I Deserve
I slit my wrist and cut my ankle
My upper arm and lower thigh
I'm bleeding out on sweat soaked sheets
Because I think I deserve it
You told me to kill myself today on the bus
Your friends laughed along
I didn't say anything, but nodded my head and agreed
Because I think I deserve it
I starved myself most of the day
Felt the way my stomach clenched with hunger
Ignored the food set out for me
Because I think I deserve it
You smacked my head
Pushed me into the shelf
You left bruises and some cuts
But I was the one to...
My upper arm and lower thigh
I'm bleeding out on sweat soaked sheets
Because I think I deserve it
You told me to kill myself today on the bus
Your friends laughed along
I didn't say anything, but nodded my head and agreed
Because I think I deserve it
I starved myself most of the day
Felt the way my stomach clenched with hunger
Ignored the food set out for me
Because I think I deserve it
You smacked my head
Pushed me into the shelf
You left bruises and some cuts
But I was the one to...
870 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Jun 2013 3:33am
28th Jun 2013 3:33am
Maybe We'd Live In London
It rains a lot, and in the winter the snow blankets the ground like a frigid sheet. Catching cold hearts, we warm ourselves up with warm tea, and scarves bundled around our necks. Your voice bounces in the air like the notes of singing birds or the strums of a guitar string. Your cheeks are pink, as Jack Frost nips at your toes, and you giggle at the way I smile. And it makes me smile even more.
As the memories flood through my head, I remember that you no longer occupy the same space as you used to. I no longer order two cups of Earl Gray, I no longer get to listen to the way you...
As the memories flood through my head, I remember that you no longer occupy the same space as you used to. I no longer order two cups of Earl Gray, I no longer get to listen to the way you...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jun 2013 3:39am
25th Jun 2013 3:39am
My Mother
There isn't much I can say about my mother. She was never sweet with kind and caring eyes. I wanted to believe that when I was younger, wanted to look past her cold exterior and see the warmth every mother should have. I wanted to find it and claim it mine, no abusive man or addictive drug would take. She isn't changed for rehabilitated, mother is still cold. Like fragile glass, getting ready to shatter at any moment.
It wasn't till the last few years when I gave her. I stopped caring wither or not she called me. I stopped writing forgiveness poems addressed with her name. I gave...
It wasn't till the last few years when I gave her. I stopped caring wither or not she called me. I stopped writing forgiveness poems addressed with her name. I gave...
783 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 2:14am
24th Jun 2013 2:14am
Another Man's Closet
Lightning dust
Striking ground with force and passion
As one's heart does
When meeting a fellow soul
And with gasps and delicate sighs
I see the way you breath
And the impulse to serenade your name
Outside your darkened window
Can not escape my troubled mind
And proves more difficult
As the days go passing by
Flower's bloom like nature's fireworks
Exploding with vibrant colors
Endorphins run through my head
My vision gets blurry
I can't seem to see
A scarf is wrapped too tight around my neck
And my tea burns my throat...
Striking ground with force and passion
As one's heart does
When meeting a fellow soul
And with gasps and delicate sighs
I see the way you breath
And the impulse to serenade your name
Outside your darkened window
Can not escape my troubled mind
And proves more difficult
As the days go passing by
Flower's bloom like nature's fireworks
Exploding with vibrant colors
Endorphins run through my head
My vision gets blurry
I can't seem to see
A scarf is wrapped too tight around my neck
And my tea burns my throat...
686 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 6:47am
23rd Jun 2013 6:47am
Is This The Answer?
My wrists are bleeding
And vomit is in a porcelain throne
Another blue pill down my throat
Get the alcohol out of the cabinet
Let's have a self-destructive party
I'm too fat
Look at all the scars
I'm not numb enough yet
My hair is matted
My face is pale
Just the price you pay for imperfection
Music is loud
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I on a path to death
Or a road to politically incorrect recovery
My shirt feels to tight
Fucking fat cunt
Starve yourself for days on end
Oh no,
You ate...
And vomit is in a porcelain throne
Another blue pill down my throat
Get the alcohol out of the cabinet
Let's have a self-destructive party
I'm too fat
Look at all the scars
I'm not numb enough yet
My hair is matted
My face is pale
Just the price you pay for imperfection
Music is loud
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I on a path to death
Or a road to politically incorrect recovery
My shirt feels to tight
Fucking fat cunt
Starve yourself for days on end
Oh no,
You ate...
576 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 8:18pm
22nd Jun 2013 8:18pm
Winged Pianist
Snaps and poetry in spoken word
Smoke from an cigarette in a reverse waterfall motion
The chairs are against the wall
We'll spread our wings
And perch in darkened corners
The pillows smell of old memories
Ash trays are filled to the brim
We sip from glasses filled with assorted remedies
For our illnesses of the day
We fear to wearily travel home
Encased in caged solitude
So we watch the show tonight
Watch him recite rehearsed soliloquy
And speak of familiar sadness
We don't talk much
But casually order another drink...
Smoke from an cigarette in a reverse waterfall motion
The chairs are against the wall
We'll spread our wings
And perch in darkened corners
The pillows smell of old memories
Ash trays are filled to the brim
We sip from glasses filled with assorted remedies
For our illnesses of the day
We fear to wearily travel home
Encased in caged solitude
So we watch the show tonight
Watch him recite rehearsed soliloquy
And speak of familiar sadness
We don't talk much
But casually order another drink...
554 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 8:59am
22nd Jun 2013 8:59am
It'll Be Ok?
He ran away when he was 14
Didn't look back
Ran away from mommy and daddy
Thought he could make it on his own
That night he slept on a park bench
Under that dark with few stars
And he said everything would be ok
He walked though the allies
Made good friends with bad people
They helped him make money
Showed him addiction
And with a needle in his arm he said
Everything would be ok
He sat around a fire
Injecting up enough addiction
To forget about mom and dad
And when he took too much
He passed out
But was high...
Didn't look back
Ran away from mommy and daddy
Thought he could make it on his own
That night he slept on a park bench
Under that dark with few stars
And he said everything would be ok
He walked though the allies
Made good friends with bad people
They helped him make money
Showed him addiction
And with a needle in his arm he said
Everything would be ok
He sat around a fire
Injecting up enough addiction
To forget about mom and dad
And when he took too much
He passed out
But was high...
650 reads
2 Comments
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