Submissions by lyriclover16 (Jessica Dawn.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 2:12pm
28th Feb 2011 2:12pm
The Murderer Who Never Spoke a Word
It’s not what you say that’s killing me,
Its what you don’t.
The silence, with a serrated knife in hand,
Wreaks havoc on the inexperience of my heart.
The way you can’t show love,
Can’t speak it either,
Drains the air out of both of my lungs.
The roughness of your hands,
Holds my body and heart,
Crushes both and plays in its blood.
The tragedy constantly replaying in your eyes,
A red pickup, a spring day… May,
Breaks me more than anything ever could.
Your inability to let go, ...
Its what you don’t.
The silence, with a serrated knife in hand,
Wreaks havoc on the inexperience of my heart.
The way you can’t show love,
Can’t speak it either,
Drains the air out of both of my lungs.
The roughness of your hands,
Holds my body and heart,
Crushes both and plays in its blood.
The tragedy constantly replaying in your eyes,
A red pickup, a spring day… May,
Breaks me more than anything ever could.
Your inability to let go, ...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 2:09pm
28th Feb 2011 2:09pm
You’re Higher Than me and I’m on a Mountain
scraping and tearing my pasty skin,
blood splattering the brush and bramble,
painting this ugly obstacle red.
shaking hands gripping the edges,
of this not - so - mystical mountain,
cutting into my story lines,
making them even more dysfunctional than they were.
muddy water filling each cut on my ghostly skin,
stinging just a little less than your lies.
infection setting in.
red moistens the corners of my mouth,
as I bite my tongue,
and you run yours.
your words like a disease,
I search for a way to...
blood splattering the brush and bramble,
painting this ugly obstacle red.
shaking hands gripping the edges,
of this not - so - mystical mountain,
cutting into my story lines,
making them even more dysfunctional than they were.
muddy water filling each cut on my ghostly skin,
stinging just a little less than your lies.
infection setting in.
red moistens the corners of my mouth,
as I bite my tongue,
and you run yours.
your words like a disease,
I search for a way to...
871 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 2:12pm
14th Feb 2011 2:12pm
A Psychotic Attempt at Happiness
pen in shaking hand,
words escaping a blank mind,
tainted ink nervously expelled across this page.
scribbling with an unknown sense of direction,
just wanting to experience some sort of ease.
closed eyes on a moonlit face,
breathing in the words and sounds,
of the very music that heals and kills.
chewing on painted nails,
too short to gnaw.
collapsing, while already lying,
on a mismatched bed,
in a cluttered room... shared by two.
staring into a tv screen,
just as black as the ink,
that supposably soothes.
pen in shaking hand,...
words escaping a blank mind,
tainted ink nervously expelled across this page.
scribbling with an unknown sense of direction,
just wanting to experience some sort of ease.
closed eyes on a moonlit face,
breathing in the words and sounds,
of the very music that heals and kills.
chewing on painted nails,
too short to gnaw.
collapsing, while already lying,
on a mismatched bed,
in a cluttered room... shared by two.
staring into a tv screen,
just as black as the ink,
that supposably soothes.
pen in shaking hand,...
961 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 2:08pm
14th Feb 2011 2:08pm
A Melodramatic Morning
Lace up my converse,
put on my cowboy hat,
cake on my makeup,
and stagger out the door.
Take a good look at each image,
I’m sure you’ve seen them all before.
Lace up my prom dress,
put on my smile,
rehearse my ghetto speech.
Take a look at each facade,
the girl dying below, is far out of reach.
Lace up the seams of my shattered heart,
put a pen in my hand,
paint a rainbow above my head
and call it tact.
Soak in the confusion,
stare at it’s beauty, so cracked.
Lace up my converse,
put on my cowboy hat,
cake on my...
put on my cowboy hat,
cake on my makeup,
and stagger out the door.
Take a good look at each image,
I’m sure you’ve seen them all before.
Lace up my prom dress,
put on my smile,
rehearse my ghetto speech.
Take a look at each facade,
the girl dying below, is far out of reach.
Lace up the seams of my shattered heart,
put a pen in my hand,
paint a rainbow above my head
and call it tact.
Soak in the confusion,
stare at it’s beauty, so cracked.
Lace up my converse,
put on my cowboy hat,
cake on my...
827 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2011 2:29pm
7th Feb 2011 2:29pm
Two Free Spirits Lost in Broken Rules and Basement Darkness
As you smile your broken smile,
my abnormal heart races.
As you get lost in the scream,
you pull me away with you.
As you laugh crazily,
you brighten my entire mood.
As our observant eyes lock gaze,
you somehow tap into my atmosphere.
As you drop subtle hints and lines,
my damaged lungs forget to expand.
As your timid hands dare to touch,
my every aching muscle moves toward you.
As your every intricate word enters my ear,
my soul directly connects with yours.
As the...
my abnormal heart races.
As you get lost in the scream,
you pull me away with you.
As you laugh crazily,
you brighten my entire mood.
As our observant eyes lock gaze,
you somehow tap into my atmosphere.
As you drop subtle hints and lines,
my damaged lungs forget to expand.
As your timid hands dare to touch,
my every aching muscle moves toward you.
As your every intricate word enters my ear,
my soul directly connects with yours.
As the...
1270 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2011 2:07pm
7th Feb 2011 2:07pm
Murder of a Socialite
painfully conversing with this black abyss
feeling all but suicidal.
tickled by it’s whisper,
shunned by it’s pride.
living through it’s wrath of destruction,
stuck in the realization of it’s loneliness.
wading in it’s sterile water,
drinking it’s contaminates.
lights off, dancing with it’s eerie music,
getting lost in it’s mystery.
letting it’s black ink write across my skin,
breathing and absorbing it’s every word.
living on it’s broken promises,
and waiting on it’s lies....
feeling all but suicidal.
tickled by it’s whisper,
shunned by it’s pride.
living through it’s wrath of destruction,
stuck in the realization of it’s loneliness.
wading in it’s sterile water,
drinking it’s contaminates.
lights off, dancing with it’s eerie music,
getting lost in it’s mystery.
letting it’s black ink write across my skin,
breathing and absorbing it’s every word.
living on it’s broken promises,
and waiting on it’s lies....
1213 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2011 2:17pm
24th Jan 2011 2:17pm
The Hand that holds is the Hand that kills.
Holding all that I am,
all that I'm not
in your broken hands.
Crushing and caressing my tattered heart,
with a single sweep of motion.
Squishing it's cardinal color
through your thin fingers,
letting it splatter across the page...
painting her painful memories
across my grey mind.
Cutting each jittering nerve in my body,
with your surgical steel scalpel,
writing her words
and your pain into the walls of my stomach.
Your bare - boned fingers,
brush across my pale skin,
leaving behind a bloody trail
of "our" broken...
all that I'm not
in your broken hands.
Crushing and caressing my tattered heart,
with a single sweep of motion.
Squishing it's cardinal color
through your thin fingers,
letting it splatter across the page...
painting her painful memories
across my grey mind.
Cutting each jittering nerve in my body,
with your surgical steel scalpel,
writing her words
and your pain into the walls of my stomach.
Your bare - boned fingers,
brush across my pale skin,
leaving behind a bloody trail
of "our" broken...
826 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 6:48am
20th Dec 2010 6:48am
An All White Wedding At a Bloodbath Massacre
Eyes fluttering in a rapid motion,
As I think about you in my sleep.
Sucked into your dismal nightmare,
Being the perfect gothic bride.
It’s a tragic love story,
Ending in uncried tears and us…
Falling apart together.
Riding away into the toxic sunset,
On a famished horse with no name,
We find peace, together,
In our deteriorating surroundings.
Sewing rose thorns into the hem of my dress,
And breathing in the pain,
As I look at this barren land
And the only real...
As I think about you in my sleep.
Sucked into your dismal nightmare,
Being the perfect gothic bride.
It’s a tragic love story,
Ending in uncried tears and us…
Falling apart together.
Riding away into the toxic sunset,
On a famished horse with no name,
We find peace, together,
In our deteriorating surroundings.
Sewing rose thorns into the hem of my dress,
And breathing in the pain,
As I look at this barren land
And the only real...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 6:46am
20th Dec 2010 6:46am
A Splash of Color & A Hint of Death
Black hair,
Featuring cheap cigarette smoke and split ends
Falls messily against her uneven skin.
A face holding secrets and stories
Of events witnessed,
And hides them behind an unqualified voice.
Black nails,
Featuring uneven strokes and chipped paint
Covers fingernails chewed too short,
Over fingertips that hold sensations
and tales of tainted love,
and hides them beneath a wrinkled proof of identity.
Black hearts,
Featuring smeared ink and uneven lines...
Featuring cheap cigarette smoke and split ends
Falls messily against her uneven skin.
A face holding secrets and stories
Of events witnessed,
And hides them behind an unqualified voice.
Black nails,
Featuring uneven strokes and chipped paint
Covers fingernails chewed too short,
Over fingertips that hold sensations
and tales of tainted love,
and hides them beneath a wrinkled proof of identity.
Black hearts,
Featuring smeared ink and uneven lines...
801 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
15th Dec 2010 10:26pm
15th Dec 2010 10:26pm
One Mistake = Temperance
Given half a chain, bound skin tight,
Still expected to breathe.
Stuck in this wreckage and expected to call it a home.
One mistake leads to no freedom,
Meant for protection; instigating rebellion.
Hiding behind locked doors is this encompassing pretense,
With well rehearsed public lines.
Stuck in this hellacious influence,
Forced to suffer its wrath.
Wishing only to leave with an unmentioned goodbye,
Free to express oneself and live confidently.
Instead, chains rub sores that turn to callus, ...
Still expected to breathe.
Stuck in this wreckage and expected to call it a home.
One mistake leads to no freedom,
Meant for protection; instigating rebellion.
Hiding behind locked doors is this encompassing pretense,
With well rehearsed public lines.
Stuck in this hellacious influence,
Forced to suffer its wrath.
Wishing only to leave with an unmentioned goodbye,
Free to express oneself and live confidently.
Instead, chains rub sores that turn to callus, ...
840 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Dec 2010 10:24pm
15th Dec 2010 10:24pm
Internal Conflictions of a Psychotic Girl
Knees shuddering as I stand on the borderline,
Good shining all to the north,
But evil breathes and raises every hair on my neck.
Every follicle of my being confused.
My eyes stare at this battle,
A dual between life and death.
Wishing to blend up the stars in the sky
And inject them into my deteriorating veins.
Wanting to cut my bruised skin,
And see if anything worthy is secreted.
So alone, not even my shadow will befriend me.
A life made up of fake friends and alibis,
Bringing tears...
Good shining all to the north,
But evil breathes and raises every hair on my neck.
Every follicle of my being confused.
My eyes stare at this battle,
A dual between life and death.
Wishing to blend up the stars in the sky
And inject them into my deteriorating veins.
Wanting to cut my bruised skin,
And see if anything worthy is secreted.
So alone, not even my shadow will befriend me.
A life made up of fake friends and alibis,
Bringing tears...
953 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 2:23pm
14th Dec 2010 2:23pm
First Period Self Reflections
peering into every cratering pore
that lines this fickle body.
it's imperfection reflected from cracked glass.
observing every ounce of pain
festering below tainted skin,
refusing to graze it's surface,
suffocating below.
staring at every dark hair follicle
sprouting from within,
fertilized only by pain.
chewing on ten split nails
and dried, bloody skin,
outlining callused fingertips
that create only masterpieces of destruction
and overbearing noise.
choking on the reflection
radiating from within the cracks...
that lines this fickle body.
it's imperfection reflected from cracked glass.
observing every ounce of pain
festering below tainted skin,
refusing to graze it's surface,
suffocating below.
staring at every dark hair follicle
sprouting from within,
fertilized only by pain.
chewing on ten split nails
and dried, bloody skin,
outlining callused fingertips
that create only masterpieces of destruction
and overbearing noise.
choking on the reflection
radiating from within the cracks...
715 reads
0 Comments
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