Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It all goes in cycles; I just hitch a ride from phase to phase.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 1:52am
2nd May 2014 1:52am
With Nothing
So fucking sick of
"it's gonna be alright"
When all I want is
For someone to just
Take my side.
Life sucks right now.
All my shit
Is thrown outside
With a day to get it.
How's that for time?
Where I'm going
I'll have to downsize.
Why don't I just throw
All my junk out,
And start a new life?
I wish I could
But the cash doesn't allow that.
Hell, I don't even have enough
For the cab there
Or even bus fare.
"it's gonna be alright"
When all I want is
For someone to just
Take my side.
Life sucks right now.
All my shit
Is thrown outside
With a day to get it.
How's that for time?
Where I'm going
I'll have to downsize.
Why don't I just throw
All my junk out,
And start a new life?
I wish I could
But the cash doesn't allow that.
Hell, I don't even have enough
For the cab there
Or even bus fare.
779 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2014 1:43am
28th Apr 2014 1:43am
Too Cold for Late April
Told me I could stay the night
With no strings attached, free.
I only realized the duplicity in his words
When he said
'Wanna come watch a movie in bed?'
I accepted my alternatives
And followed him.
Popped in a vhs of Pet Cemetery.
He knows I cringe and cry during horror movies,
But I love the thrill.
"Come here, hun, I'll keep you safe."
Oh, so cliche, but I can't complain.
I'm not cringing at the blood and guts,
But at the rod on my back.
Stabbing my heart.
Have I really fallen this low?
With no strings attached, free.
I only realized the duplicity in his words
When he said
'Wanna come watch a movie in bed?'
I accepted my alternatives
And followed him.
Popped in a vhs of Pet Cemetery.
He knows I cringe and cry during horror movies,
But I love the thrill.
"Come here, hun, I'll keep you safe."
Oh, so cliche, but I can't complain.
I'm not cringing at the blood and guts,
But at the rod on my back.
Stabbing my heart.
Have I really fallen this low?
723 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2014 8:19pm
25th Apr 2014 8:19pm
Give It a Few Days
I told you
I'm not high,
I'm just inebriated.
That's a different kind
Of under the weather.
Give me
A couple few hours,
Then I'll be better.
I promise.
And in a few days
All my pain will have
Gone away.
Except for the shakes.
And the rage.
I'm not high,
I'm just inebriated.
That's a different kind
Of under the weather.
Give me
A couple few hours,
Then I'll be better.
I promise.
And in a few days
All my pain will have
Gone away.
Except for the shakes.
And the rage.
885 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 8:42pm
23rd Apr 2014 8:42pm
Missing Dreams
Each time
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
827 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2014 10:26pm
16th Apr 2014 10:26pm
Not One
I once heard a rumor
That this man loved me.
I knew it wasn't true,
But I still let him fuck me.
Even knelt down in front of him;
Pretended to love him.
I knew I wasn't the only one
To him.
And that was okay
Because he wasn't the only one
To me.
Months went by
Of morning sucks
And late night fucks;
Even once or twice
I cooked.
Still then I refused to commit,
Relationships only stay happy
For as long as one can submit.
Everything dies
And love is not to omit.
That this man loved me.
I knew it wasn't true,
But I still let him fuck me.
Even knelt down in front of him;
Pretended to love him.
I knew I wasn't the only one
To him.
And that was okay
Because he wasn't the only one
To me.
Months went by
Of morning sucks
And late night fucks;
Even once or twice
I cooked.
Still then I refused to commit,
Relationships only stay happy
For as long as one can submit.
Everything dies
And love is not to omit.
777 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 8:03pm
14th Apr 2014 8:03pm
Day Dreaming of Your Nightmare
On the darkest hour
Of your darkest night
Comes your darkest dream.
It devours.
On the red laden horizon
Lay your red laden eyes
Because your red laden dream
Didn't let you rest.
The golden sun
Burns deep holes
In each inch of skin
It penetrates.
Are you awake?
Are you alert?
You're burnt and rigid.
Better than fluid and frigid.
Let us not revisit
January in the Northern Pacific.
Of your darkest night
Comes your darkest dream.
It devours.
On the red laden horizon
Lay your red laden eyes
Because your red laden dream
Didn't let you rest.
The golden sun
Burns deep holes
In each inch of skin
It penetrates.
Are you awake?
Are you alert?
You're burnt and rigid.
Better than fluid and frigid.
Let us not revisit
January in the Northern Pacific.
630 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2014 3:10am
12th Apr 2014 3:10am
Mouth
Side long glances
From the corner of your eye.
Agonizingly lusting
For these silky lips of mine.
I know you're peaking,
You aren't very sneaky.
I'll lick my lips deviously,
But I'll ignore you completely.
I wish you'd taste me.
My lips, I mean.
From the corner of your eye.
Agonizingly lusting
For these silky lips of mine.
I know you're peaking,
You aren't very sneaky.
I'll lick my lips deviously,
But I'll ignore you completely.
I wish you'd taste me.
My lips, I mean.
1096 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 4:25am
6th Apr 2014 4:25am
Groupings
I'll look at a bunch of
Seven lined starts,
Stuck stanzas.
Six of them, actually,
'Cause In my head
They sounded good to me.
Duds of drafts that I'll
Stare at
Dozens more times.
I dread deleting them.
They're just assortments
Doomed to die.
Seven lined starts,
Stuck stanzas.
Six of them, actually,
'Cause In my head
They sounded good to me.
Duds of drafts that I'll
Stare at
Dozens more times.
I dread deleting them.
They're just assortments
Doomed to die.
568 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 4:03am
6th Apr 2014 4:03am
Home
I want to sleep in my own bed,
Where there are my
Pillows, blankets, and body indentation.
In my own clean room
That smells like incense, hazelnut,
And apple cinnamon
With a lingering aroma of despair.
I hate this couch
With a certain stink and slime.
The springs push into my hip
Because the cushions are so far gone.
Things crawl.
It's not even my couch.
I want to shower in my own shower.
In my swept bathroom
With the sparkly mirrors and flattering lights.
And wash my hair with the thirty dollar
Shampoo and...
Where there are my
Pillows, blankets, and body indentation.
In my own clean room
That smells like incense, hazelnut,
And apple cinnamon
With a lingering aroma of despair.
I hate this couch
With a certain stink and slime.
The springs push into my hip
Because the cushions are so far gone.
Things crawl.
It's not even my couch.
I want to shower in my own shower.
In my swept bathroom
With the sparkly mirrors and flattering lights.
And wash my hair with the thirty dollar
Shampoo and...
696 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 2:50pm
4th Apr 2014 2:50pm
April's Fools
He wears a hat
And sits in a puddle
Where rainwater is pooling,
Where the flowers will grow.
Next month.
He puts on his best,
And sits in the dirt.
The sun doesn't ever come,
So his clothes stay wet.
And he chafes.
She sunbathes,
Tome el sol,
In the dead of the night.
She sports her nudity,
Au natural.
She dances
In the moonlight
Because she loves
Her god.
And the sun.
And sits in a puddle
Where rainwater is pooling,
Where the flowers will grow.
Next month.
He puts on his best,
And sits in the dirt.
The sun doesn't ever come,
So his clothes stay wet.
And he chafes.
She sunbathes,
Tome el sol,
In the dead of the night.
She sports her nudity,
Au natural.
She dances
In the moonlight
Because she loves
Her god.
And the sun.
621 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 3:17am
30th Mar 2014 3:17am
Seethe
Salivating anger;
Spitting rage.
Piercing through you
Like a dermal punch,
6 gauge.
Over and over,
Repetitive stabs.
My flesh is feeling fervid,
Tonight I've gone mad.
It's quite the sensation,
The way my heart is racing.
Run,
Because it's you I am chasing.
Spitting rage.
Piercing through you
Like a dermal punch,
6 gauge.
Over and over,
Repetitive stabs.
My flesh is feeling fervid,
Tonight I've gone mad.
It's quite the sensation,
The way my heart is racing.
Run,
Because it's you I am chasing.
669 reads
5 Comments
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