Submissions by melciancio (Mejrissi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2017 4:54pm
14th Feb 2017 4:54pm
And Then She Was Gone
And Then She Was Gone
She got tired of trying to lead you to the promise land
Checking off the boxes that made her your biggest fan
Truth is maybe in a day, a week, a month or even a year
You’re going to wish to see her, hear from her, hold her near
But she shut that door, turned the locks, and threw away the key
You will realize she was flying high and you missed it, as you travel the same ground, wanting on something new to see
Ha. But you waited too long
She tossed a smile back at you as she left, and now she is gone
No she is not full...
She got tired of trying to lead you to the promise land
Checking off the boxes that made her your biggest fan
Truth is maybe in a day, a week, a month or even a year
You’re going to wish to see her, hear from her, hold her near
But she shut that door, turned the locks, and threw away the key
You will realize she was flying high and you missed it, as you travel the same ground, wanting on something new to see
Ha. But you waited too long
She tossed a smile back at you as she left, and now she is gone
No she is not full...
711 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2017 12:38pm
14th Feb 2017 12:38pm
Happy Valentines Day
Rose are red
Violets are blue
We could of been something
But we're not
So fuck you
Violets are blue
We could of been something
But we're not
So fuck you
730 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 1:31pm
13th Feb 2017 1:31pm
f**k Friends
To love without being in love
Maybe this is what I am capable of
My fuck friends I love with a wholeness
I can let them go, easily
And open my arms when they crawl back
I am the cooler part of me, with these men
Truth is, keeping them at arms reach is comfortable for me
Even if they roam
I know they are thinking of me
There is an unheard truth to just fucking
Becoming friends with benefits, opens a certain amount of intimacy
An honest dialogue that I crave
A freedom in coming and going, its funny these men, have been there every...
Maybe this is what I am capable of
My fuck friends I love with a wholeness
I can let them go, easily
And open my arms when they crawl back
I am the cooler part of me, with these men
Truth is, keeping them at arms reach is comfortable for me
Even if they roam
I know they are thinking of me
There is an unheard truth to just fucking
Becoming friends with benefits, opens a certain amount of intimacy
An honest dialogue that I crave
A freedom in coming and going, its funny these men, have been there every...
2486 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2017 1:42pm
10th Feb 2017 1:42pm
Sending Bat Signal
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley
I need the kind of love that makes me want to grab the stars and pull them down for just him
I am lonely, but not lonely for just some “man”
I am in search of this man that makes me want to shout “Superman”
But can chill with him, like he was an average “Clark Kent”
I want a man, who when he leaves, it was nothing but time well spent
I need that kind of man that doesn’t lie
And damn...
― Bob Marley
I need the kind of love that makes me want to grab the stars and pull them down for just him
I am lonely, but not lonely for just some “man”
I am in search of this man that makes me want to shout “Superman”
But can chill with him, like he was an average “Clark Kent”
I want a man, who when he leaves, it was nothing but time well spent
I need that kind of man that doesn’t lie
And damn...
791 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 1:54pm
8th Feb 2017 1:54pm
The Artist
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
- Anais Nin
Paper is a blank canvass
Poets are artist creating art where there was once blankness
We cut deep into our skin, over and over again, till the blood flows
Smearing our life essence into a tangible piece of art
- Anais Nin
Paper is a blank canvass
Poets are artist creating art where there was once blankness
We cut deep into our skin, over and over again, till the blood flows
Smearing our life essence into a tangible piece of art
686 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 1:14pm
3rd Feb 2017 1:14pm
Am I Dead or am I Dying?
I can’t say the exact moment I died
Or how many years, before that, I just survived
Hope is a gift from the Gods, but I am Pandora holding an empty box
At what point did I close the door and turn the locks
How did I die, When did I die, question is was I ever really alive
Was I born D.O.A. , with failure to thrive
Listening to Beethoven’s “Moonlight” I can feel every note physically
The beauty, the sadness, even the fleeting moments of madness, magnetically
My heart is entwined trying to beat with each note
I feel the compression of hands...
Or how many years, before that, I just survived
Hope is a gift from the Gods, but I am Pandora holding an empty box
At what point did I close the door and turn the locks
How did I die, When did I die, question is was I ever really alive
Was I born D.O.A. , with failure to thrive
Listening to Beethoven’s “Moonlight” I can feel every note physically
The beauty, the sadness, even the fleeting moments of madness, magnetically
My heart is entwined trying to beat with each note
I feel the compression of hands...
725 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2017 5:27pm
24th Jan 2017 5:27pm
Don't need your approval
I’ve got some wisdom trickling down the chain
I am hearing it, embracing it, I ain’t ever going to be the same
Know thyself
Love myself
What an abstract concept
Sit tight, I’am going to spin this for you into a relatable context
I am the only me, stripping naked before the mirror, touching myself, loving myself
This is not a special idea, you are the only you, dive deep into your well, know thyself
Giving myself to every passerby, look at me
I am so likeable, anything you choose, I can be
To my adoring crowd, I am just a “well rounded”...
I am hearing it, embracing it, I ain’t ever going to be the same
Know thyself
Love myself
What an abstract concept
Sit tight, I’am going to spin this for you into a relatable context
I am the only me, stripping naked before the mirror, touching myself, loving myself
This is not a special idea, you are the only you, dive deep into your well, know thyself
Giving myself to every passerby, look at me
I am so likeable, anything you choose, I can be
To my adoring crowd, I am just a “well rounded”...
566 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jan 2017 2:59pm
19th Jan 2017 2:59pm
A Girl and Her Marble Man
There was once a girl who went into the forest to find her heart
She was an imperfect thing of beauty, a strange piece of art
She would sit, walk, run, and fly through nature’s overgrown garden
Wild hair, etched with dirt, she had been there so long, the soles of her feet had harden
When quite by accident she stumbled upon a Man carved from marble
She had heard about this creation of stone before, quite familiar with his legend, but she couldn’t help it she stood there and marveled
The smooth contours and lines of this man, scraping the sky...
She was an imperfect thing of beauty, a strange piece of art
She would sit, walk, run, and fly through nature’s overgrown garden
Wild hair, etched with dirt, she had been there so long, the soles of her feet had harden
When quite by accident she stumbled upon a Man carved from marble
She had heard about this creation of stone before, quite familiar with his legend, but she couldn’t help it she stood there and marveled
The smooth contours and lines of this man, scraping the sky...
705 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2017 8:54pm
17th Jan 2017 8:54pm
It's Alright
It’s alright if you love me
It’s alright if you don’t
- Tom Petty
It’s alright if you love me
It’s alright if you don’t
Always packaging myself in a sellable light
Getting to know myself; acquiring a second sight
I am perfect in all my imperfections
Putting all my pieces together, that was sorted into different directions
Embracing my weaker side, my delicacy
Reveling in my own hedonistic decadency
See I can be both timid and on...
It’s alright if you don’t
- Tom Petty
It’s alright if you love me
It’s alright if you don’t
Always packaging myself in a sellable light
Getting to know myself; acquiring a second sight
I am perfect in all my imperfections
Putting all my pieces together, that was sorted into different directions
Embracing my weaker side, my delicacy
Reveling in my own hedonistic decadency
See I can be both timid and on...
655 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 4:07am
15th Jan 2017 4:07am
I am ok
I set his spirit free
No longer asking it to be chained to me
And I am ok
Ok ok ok
I say
I am moving on from a sweet moment
My weakness i've embraced, i've come to own it
I am pretty sure he is doing the same
Sending him positive vibes, in hopes he attracts his perfect dame
When we set someone free
We should only do it with positive energy
Though I am lying here unable to sleep
Having moments of clarity and thoughts that run deep
I wonder does he think of me
The possibility that we could of made a pretty amazing "we"
These...
No longer asking it to be chained to me
And I am ok
Ok ok ok
I say
I am moving on from a sweet moment
My weakness i've embraced, i've come to own it
I am pretty sure he is doing the same
Sending him positive vibes, in hopes he attracts his perfect dame
When we set someone free
We should only do it with positive energy
Though I am lying here unable to sleep
Having moments of clarity and thoughts that run deep
I wonder does he think of me
The possibility that we could of made a pretty amazing "we"
These...
563 reads
0 Comments
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