Submissions by mad_poet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written poetry since grade school but it's only recently that I have been actively interested in sharing it. It would be wonderful if my words found life somewhere. Maybe this is the place for it.
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 5:12am
9th Feb 2014 5:12am
Yours
I want you in my mouth so I can suck on you awhile.
Your hands on my back, in my hair, on my neck...
It's unsettling what your touch can do to me.
Your eyes see through me and take my breath,
I tumble into them and do my best to drown.
It's all I can do to keep from trembling when you're near.
You own me and I really want to yell this out loud,
I am yours and it makes me weep with pain and joy.
Held captive by you, I couldn't free myself if I wanted to.
Your hands on my back, in my hair, on my neck...
It's unsettling what your touch can do to me.
Your eyes see through me and take my breath,
I tumble into them and do my best to drown.
It's all I can do to keep from trembling when you're near.
You own me and I really want to yell this out loud,
I am yours and it makes me weep with pain and joy.
Held captive by you, I couldn't free myself if I wanted to.
1221 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 4:17am
8th Feb 2014 4:17am
Turning into a Ghost
Every time I see you
I know I'm one step closer
To losing you forever
And it's killing me in a slow and torturous way.
It seems you've gotten thinner,
More transparent,
Almost see through,
And we both know there's nothing more to say.
I cry where you can't see me,
and smile to your face,
while dying on the inside
knowing you'll never love me enough to stay.
I know I'm one step closer
To losing you forever
And it's killing me in a slow and torturous way.
It seems you've gotten thinner,
More transparent,
Almost see through,
And we both know there's nothing more to say.
I cry where you can't see me,
and smile to your face,
while dying on the inside
knowing you'll never love me enough to stay.
749 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:56am
7th Feb 2014 4:56am
Resentment
I resent you with a startling sincerety
because frankly there wasn't much of me to begin with and
you've ripped up the rest of me
and stomped on the pieces with reckless abandon.
If I could go backwards
and manipulate time
I would never have met you.
I would never have spent
so much time hiding and crying,
and through those same tears vehemently denying
that I'm yours
even if we both hate it.
because frankly there wasn't much of me to begin with and
you've ripped up the rest of me
and stomped on the pieces with reckless abandon.
If I could go backwards
and manipulate time
I would never have met you.
I would never have spent
so much time hiding and crying,
and through those same tears vehemently denying
that I'm yours
even if we both hate it.
707 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:53am
7th Feb 2014 4:53am
With Eyes Wide Open
I hate those moments
when the future sits on your chest
and you can't breathe
because you see the fall in front of you
and there's nowhere to go
but straight ahead.
when the future sits on your chest
and you can't breathe
because you see the fall in front of you
and there's nowhere to go
but straight ahead.
540 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 2:39am
6th Feb 2014 2:39am
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I saw a woman the other day
Lying on the ground.
The gun she used was at her feet
The blood was all around.
Her hair, a gory halo
Around her shattered head,
She clung feebly to her fading life
When only moments before, she'd wished herself dead.
People were crying all around
But somehow amidst the panic
I felt the world slow down and stop
The horrid scene went silent.
Tears came not into my eyes
Though I felt my heart stop beating
The feeling that enveloped me
Was poignant but quite fleeting.
I knew that I...
Lying on the ground.
The gun she used was at her feet
The blood was all around.
Her hair, a gory halo
Around her shattered head,
She clung feebly to her fading life
When only moments before, she'd wished herself dead.
People were crying all around
But somehow amidst the panic
I felt the world slow down and stop
The horrid scene went silent.
Tears came not into my eyes
Though I felt my heart stop beating
The feeling that enveloped me
Was poignant but quite fleeting.
I knew that I...
738 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 8:24pm
5th Feb 2014 8:24pm
Ode to a Sealy
I'll never forget that bed.
It was covered with vines and red roses
And had seen more violence and tears,
Than meaningful rests and reposes.
I could tell you each and every bloodstain,
Every teardrop that marked it mine.
I remember that rip in the corner,
And cuts from long forgotten knives.
It's been so long since I've touched the thing,
It was left in the house it belonged to.
Ghost-ridden and sorrow-filled the both of them,
But still they were hard things to leave.
The only reason I mention this,
A macabre relic of my past,
Is...
It was covered with vines and red roses
And had seen more violence and tears,
Than meaningful rests and reposes.
I could tell you each and every bloodstain,
Every teardrop that marked it mine.
I remember that rip in the corner,
And cuts from long forgotten knives.
It's been so long since I've touched the thing,
It was left in the house it belonged to.
Ghost-ridden and sorrow-filled the both of them,
But still they were hard things to leave.
The only reason I mention this,
A macabre relic of my past,
Is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 6:13am
5th Feb 2014 6:13am
Pieces of You
I wear your scar so proudly,
that place where your touch can't be erased.
My fingers find that warped spot
and in it's presence I find peace.
My hands run to that other spot
where you've altered me permanently.
The growth and movement irrevocable,
a consequence of you and me.
When your warmth is but a memory,
and I am but a distant regret,
I'll still bear the scars and alterations,
that you'll one day forget.
that place where your touch can't be erased.
My fingers find that warped spot
and in it's presence I find peace.
My hands run to that other spot
where you've altered me permanently.
The growth and movement irrevocable,
a consequence of you and me.
When your warmth is but a memory,
and I am but a distant regret,
I'll still bear the scars and alterations,
that you'll one day forget.
795 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 6:50am
4th Feb 2014 6:50am
Underneath
Would you look away from me
now that I've removed my mask?
You have begged and pleaded,
cajoled and convinced me,
insisting that you wanted to see.
Now my face is bare
though I trembled to make it so,
And you cannot stand to look,
to gaze upon
that which I kept hidden.
I once thought myself a coward
for hiding like I do.
I thought it was a weakness,
but then I look at you
and the truth is revealed.
I could make you look,
I can never make you see,
This mask that I am wearing
protects you far more
than it...
now that I've removed my mask?
You have begged and pleaded,
cajoled and convinced me,
insisting that you wanted to see.
Now my face is bare
though I trembled to make it so,
And you cannot stand to look,
to gaze upon
that which I kept hidden.
I once thought myself a coward
for hiding like I do.
I thought it was a weakness,
but then I look at you
and the truth is revealed.
I could make you look,
I can never make you see,
This mask that I am wearing
protects you far more
than it...
908 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 6:44am
4th Feb 2014 6:44am
Why does she always get to be the pretty one?
The ghosts are out.
The ghosts are out.
The ghosts are out.
And I am madness incarnate tonight.
I brought the rats.
They came and watched
And I brought the storm so she could help.
We are the same kind of thing
Her and I
(you and I)
Sometimes at least
Always sometimes
TOUCH THE BITCH AND SHE WILL DIE
Yes we are the same
Her and I
(you and I)
The ghosts are out.
The ghosts are out.
And I am madness incarnate tonight.
I brought the rats.
They came and watched
And I brought the storm so she could help.
We are the same kind of thing
Her and I
(you and I)
Sometimes at least
Always sometimes
TOUCH THE BITCH AND SHE WILL DIE
Yes we are the same
Her and I
(you and I)
690 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 7:08pm
3rd Feb 2014 7:08pm
The Longest Nights
I turn into a little girl
On long, cold nights like this.
Time dissolves away revealing
The fissures underneath.
And I've a mind to run and hide
In bed, underneath my blankets.
But life insists I must stand firm
And steel myself to face it.
Pieces go numb as I endure
Icy memories long past.
The frostiness that envelops me
Takes my breath and makes me gasp.
On long, cold nights like this.
Time dissolves away revealing
The fissures underneath.
And I've a mind to run and hide
In bed, underneath my blankets.
But life insists I must stand firm
And steel myself to face it.
Pieces go numb as I endure
Icy memories long past.
The frostiness that envelops me
Takes my breath and makes me gasp.
700 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 7:05pm
3rd Feb 2014 7:05pm
Dolly
Oh there you are, you silly little thing!
Why were you hiding there?
I only wanted to play with you
And brush your pretty hair.
Sweet little girl, why are you scared?
I might not have to hurt you.
Quit crying dear, no more tears,
We won't if you don't want to.
Please, oh please, pathetic thing,
You have to quit that screaming.
It doesn't hurt all that bad;
You might even be dreaming.
If you can't stop sweet little one,
This may get unseemly.
I might have to remove your tongue.
If you would only listen to me...
...
Why were you hiding there?
I only wanted to play with you
And brush your pretty hair.
Sweet little girl, why are you scared?
I might not have to hurt you.
Quit crying dear, no more tears,
We won't if you don't want to.
Please, oh please, pathetic thing,
You have to quit that screaming.
It doesn't hurt all that bad;
You might even be dreaming.
If you can't stop sweet little one,
This may get unseemly.
I might have to remove your tongue.
If you would only listen to me...
...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 4:00am
3rd Feb 2014 4:00am
Not That Bad
I know what you think of me
Capable of atrocity
But the truth is rarely quite so black and white.
You have to look a little harder
Through the bloodlust to the heart of
The girl hiding before you in plain sight.
The mask that I am wearing
Doesn't hide anything scary
But you'll have to pull it off to know for sure.
Then again, I may just bite
Or pitch a fit and fight
If you uncover what I've hoarded underneath.
But God, I'm sick of hiding
And I'm oh so tired of fighting
I just want to come out into the light.
Capable of atrocity
But the truth is rarely quite so black and white.
You have to look a little harder
Through the bloodlust to the heart of
The girl hiding before you in plain sight.
The mask that I am wearing
Doesn't hide anything scary
But you'll have to pull it off to know for sure.
Then again, I may just bite
Or pitch a fit and fight
If you uncover what I've hoarded underneath.
But God, I'm sick of hiding
And I'm oh so tired of fighting
I just want to come out into the light.
753 reads
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