Submissions by lyriclover16 (Jessica Dawn.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 3:44am
26th Nov 2012 3:44am
Closet Shopping
Starry eyes
& starry nights,
snowflake images
of what keeps her grounded.
Twisted curls
& twisted lies,
perfume scented
warnings of self destruction.
Plastic cards
& plastic smiles,
cold and lonely
the truth exposed.
Metal strings
& metal bars,
beauty echoes
soothing irony's clammy bite.
Empty voices
& empty heads,
silence fills
the empty spaces that lack of knowledge left behind.
& starry nights,
snowflake images
of what keeps her grounded.
Twisted curls
& twisted lies,
perfume scented
warnings of self destruction.
Plastic cards
& plastic smiles,
cold and lonely
the truth exposed.
Metal strings
& metal bars,
beauty echoes
soothing irony's clammy bite.
Empty voices
& empty heads,
silence fills
the empty spaces that lack of knowledge left behind.
720 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 9:47pm
10th Oct 2012 9:47pm
Forest Fires....and Extinguishers
Black, Acrylic nails
dig into their chest cavities,
searching for their hearts.
Instead they find ashes,
left behind from
arsenic fires
and self medicating fun.
dig into their chest cavities,
searching for their hearts.
Instead they find ashes,
left behind from
arsenic fires
and self medicating fun.
670 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 9:44pm
10th Oct 2012 9:44pm
Losing Innocence
Living in the darkness,
concealed by her own mind.
Dancing with sadness,
at war with time.
She hides from the shadows,
as they call her name.
Cold and lonely,
she's tired of the fame.
Yet, she glimmers in the darkness,
unseen by her own eyes.
She laughs at their praise,
silently letting herself die.
A lonely quiet death,
she's left to face.
Always stuck in her mind,
she always felt out of place.
Awaiting her fate,
in the comfort of the dark.
Dancing and battling,
losing her spark.
concealed by her own mind.
Dancing with sadness,
at war with time.
She hides from the shadows,
as they call her name.
Cold and lonely,
she's tired of the fame.
Yet, she glimmers in the darkness,
unseen by her own eyes.
She laughs at their praise,
silently letting herself die.
A lonely quiet death,
she's left to face.
Always stuck in her mind,
she always felt out of place.
Awaiting her fate,
in the comfort of the dark.
Dancing and battling,
losing her spark.
888 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 7:40am
26th Jul 2012 7:40am
The Very Poison That Let's Me Live
Lying in the liveliness of this dark,
Still and touched...
Only by the screaming from my stereo.
Letting it's words reach inside,
and eat away at my shabby heart.
Eyes closed all the while,
breathing in the pain
during it's massacre on my vital organs.
How can the very thing that saves me
leave so much destruction in it's path?
Waking in the blandness of the light,
slow and unsure.
Walking with internal bruises and bleeding,
a result of verbal poison.
Twelve damaging hours scrape by.
Lying in the liveliness...
Still and touched...
Only by the screaming from my stereo.
Letting it's words reach inside,
and eat away at my shabby heart.
Eyes closed all the while,
breathing in the pain
during it's massacre on my vital organs.
How can the very thing that saves me
leave so much destruction in it's path?
Waking in the blandness of the light,
slow and unsure.
Walking with internal bruises and bleeding,
a result of verbal poison.
Twelve damaging hours scrape by.
Lying in the liveliness...
700 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 7:32am
26th Jul 2012 7:32am
Lonely Numbers
Alone...
She hunches on her rickety bed
As the clutter of her damaged mind
Boils over onto the messy floor
covering her soiled clothes
with a hazy film of insanity.
Alone...
Gnawing at the peeling skin
Lining her violet fingers
Chewing off its sign of life.
Little by little...
striving for the bone.
Alone...
Stranded;Captured
On the island of her thoughts.
Cool breezes and gentle waves
Of self doubt and misconstrued freedom
Torment her mediocrity.
Alone...
She frolics in the willows,
That shade the...
She hunches on her rickety bed
As the clutter of her damaged mind
Boils over onto the messy floor
covering her soiled clothes
with a hazy film of insanity.
Alone...
Gnawing at the peeling skin
Lining her violet fingers
Chewing off its sign of life.
Little by little...
striving for the bone.
Alone...
Stranded;Captured
On the island of her thoughts.
Cool breezes and gentle waves
Of self doubt and misconstrued freedom
Torment her mediocrity.
Alone...
She frolics in the willows,
That shade the...
778 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 2:15am
30th Apr 2012 2:15am
Neon Fractions
Printed walls dance
in front of her wide eyes.
The music pulsates
in unison
with the dysfunctionality
of her violet heart.
Bright neon lights
enter and exit
her fragile body
with each inhale and exhale.
Closed eyelids
mask electronic love
as thrashing bodies
stomp and fall all around.
Textile floors dance
beneath her dirty feet.
in front of her wide eyes.
The music pulsates
in unison
with the dysfunctionality
of her violet heart.
Bright neon lights
enter and exit
her fragile body
with each inhale and exhale.
Closed eyelids
mask electronic love
as thrashing bodies
stomp and fall all around.
Textile floors dance
beneath her dirty feet.
836 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2011 1:33am
25th Dec 2011 1:33am
Rustic Wooden Doors That Lead Nowhere
With the light from a melting candle,
she explored the depths of her soul...
exposing pink fluorescent dreams
and cobweb cornered nightmares.
Her tired eyes peered
through every rusty keyhole
and her dry, winter fingers
brushed every door handle.
Not ever daring to enter,
but instead wandering the corrosion.
Too afraid to enter a single room,
she percolates the darkness of the halls.
Her dimming light
painting a waxy trail of hesitation
behind her.
Collecting the dust,
as time goes by....
the flame finally
reaches her...
she explored the depths of her soul...
exposing pink fluorescent dreams
and cobweb cornered nightmares.
Her tired eyes peered
through every rusty keyhole
and her dry, winter fingers
brushed every door handle.
Not ever daring to enter,
but instead wandering the corrosion.
Too afraid to enter a single room,
she percolates the darkness of the halls.
Her dimming light
painting a waxy trail of hesitation
behind her.
Collecting the dust,
as time goes by....
the flame finally
reaches her...
747 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 2:05am
28th Nov 2011 2:05am
Broken Mirrors
Your heart has a lack of color,
I love that you love to hate,
a dysfunctional similarity.
Your eyes lack sparkle,
soaking in the destruction around you,
I get lost in their pain.
Your voice lacks presence,
Speaking words just for the motion,
I'm intrigued by it's absence.
Your hands lack lines,
telling no story of where you've been,
I want to solve your mystery.
Your soul has a lack of meaning,
just a body in apparition,
I want to give you meaning.
Your heart lacks color.
I love that you love to hate,
a dysfunctional similarity.
Your eyes lack sparkle,
soaking in the destruction around you,
I get lost in their pain.
Your voice lacks presence,
Speaking words just for the motion,
I'm intrigued by it's absence.
Your hands lack lines,
telling no story of where you've been,
I want to solve your mystery.
Your soul has a lack of meaning,
just a body in apparition,
I want to give you meaning.
Your heart lacks color.
811 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 2:00am
28th Nov 2011 2:00am
Obsessions and Song Lyrics
A single glance into your lyrical eyes,
story lines painted across the ridges of my heart.
The energy from your beatnik aura,
penetrating the layers of my skin,
warming the ice encrusting my veins.
An instant connection....
eye to eye.
You are the first real thing I feel...
in far too long.
Your charisma flushes his toxins out of my
once pure body.
Your smile encrypts
your innocence in the marrow of my bones
flowing straight into the empty spaces
in my dreams.
Replacing the cobwebs,
with your potential
and artistic beauty....
story lines painted across the ridges of my heart.
The energy from your beatnik aura,
penetrating the layers of my skin,
warming the ice encrusting my veins.
An instant connection....
eye to eye.
You are the first real thing I feel...
in far too long.
Your charisma flushes his toxins out of my
once pure body.
Your smile encrypts
your innocence in the marrow of my bones
flowing straight into the empty spaces
in my dreams.
Replacing the cobwebs,
with your potential
and artistic beauty....
779 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 4:01am
23rd Nov 2011 4:01am
Bone Marrow and Toast
Cut through layer upon layer of dying cells,
dig deeper, separate my shabby flesh.
Press harder,
celebrating the blood spilling,
decorating my safe haven floor.
Artistry at it's very best.
Dark, plum purple
leaves whispering veins.
My favorite color, splattering
against a concrete floor.
Irony painting it's story,
on my walls and rug.
Break my creaking bones,
as I half heartedly search
for a way out of my
own shelter and safety.
Self infliction at it's very best.
The sound of them cracking
fills the hallways,...
dig deeper, separate my shabby flesh.
Press harder,
celebrating the blood spilling,
decorating my safe haven floor.
Artistry at it's very best.
Dark, plum purple
leaves whispering veins.
My favorite color, splattering
against a concrete floor.
Irony painting it's story,
on my walls and rug.
Break my creaking bones,
as I half heartedly search
for a way out of my
own shelter and safety.
Self infliction at it's very best.
The sound of them cracking
fills the hallways,...
759 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 3:51am
23rd Nov 2011 3:51am
The Damsel Who Gave Up Being Distressed To Save A Boy
I
Love
You.
Three simple words
that hold your tattered past
and dangle them in my face.
Reminding me,
I'll never be her
or be able to reach what you shared.
I'm sorry she's gone,
I really am,
if I could bring her back for you....
I really would.
I'd do anything to help you.
I'll settle for being incompetent,
just so I can be by your side,
and catch little rays of your light.
Sometimes I feel almost beautiful,
just being close to you.
Laying on your mismatched bed,
as thoughts run through your...
Love
You.
Three simple words
that hold your tattered past
and dangle them in my face.
Reminding me,
I'll never be her
or be able to reach what you shared.
I'm sorry she's gone,
I really am,
if I could bring her back for you....
I really would.
I'd do anything to help you.
I'll settle for being incompetent,
just so I can be by your side,
and catch little rays of your light.
Sometimes I feel almost beautiful,
just being close to you.
Laying on your mismatched bed,
as thoughts run through your...
750 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 4:00am
17th Nov 2011 4:00am
Filling Voids With Internal Bleeding
With fragile fingers,
She delicately carved
every one of your screams
every one of your sighs
into the walls of her weary stomach.
Her fragile fingers
dance with the needle and thread
as she attempts to close up
the empty space inside,
since you left.
With fragile fingers
she carefully sops up
each drop of blood
with a worn out sponge,
trying to rid any trace
of the pain you instilled within her body.
Her fragile fingers
curve with the blade of this knife
as she writes your story
against the only...
She delicately carved
every one of your screams
every one of your sighs
into the walls of her weary stomach.
Her fragile fingers
dance with the needle and thread
as she attempts to close up
the empty space inside,
since you left.
With fragile fingers
she carefully sops up
each drop of blood
with a worn out sponge,
trying to rid any trace
of the pain you instilled within her body.
Her fragile fingers
curve with the blade of this knife
as she writes your story
against the only...
742 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by lyriclover16 (Jessica Dawn.)
