Submissions by notDAHLIA (Claire D. Hawthorne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2010 10:27pm
13th Apr 2010 10:27pm
the age-old tale.
oh dearie me.
I’m a hypocrite now, aren’t I?
just like a penny -
two-faced and worthless,
don’t you think?
well, that’s just dandy.
I like it up here, believe it or not.
it’s nice.
the service is great, really.
you should try it sometime.
oh wait.
you do.
and yet still you fail miserably.
what’s this?
the umpteenth time
I’ve beaten you at your own game?
I do believe that’s checkmate.
I’m a hypocrite now, aren’t I?
just like a penny -
two-faced and worthless,
don’t you think?
well, that’s just dandy.
I like it up here, believe it or not.
it’s nice.
the service is great, really.
you should try it sometime.
oh wait.
you do.
and yet still you fail miserably.
what’s this?
the umpteenth time
I’ve beaten you at your own game?
I do believe that’s checkmate.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2010 7:55pm
22nd Mar 2010 7:55pm
you make me smile.
and for the first time,
I'm speechless.
not a single world
could convey the emotions
that are running through my head.
not a poem could I write
to echo those unspeakable words.
only one that touches on
the lack thereof.
(which is what this is.)
(duh.)
but not a smile
is lost on my face.
because you left me a memory
that makes me fall
even more for you.
so maybe there is a single word.
no, there's three;
I
love
you.
I'm speechless.
not a single world
could convey the emotions
that are running through my head.
not a poem could I write
to echo those unspeakable words.
only one that touches on
the lack thereof.
(which is what this is.)
(duh.)
but not a smile
is lost on my face.
because you left me a memory
that makes me fall
even more for you.
so maybe there is a single word.
no, there's three;
I
love
you.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2010 5:29pm
27th Feb 2010 5:29pm
the emo poem's antichrist.
you’re the doodles in my notebook.
you’re the daydreams in my head.
you’re the shaking in my palms
and why my face turns red.
you’re the flutters in my heart.
you’re the smile on my face.
you’re the feelings that i have
which i know aren’t out of place.
you’re my knight in shining armor.
you’re my wonderful cliché.
you’re a glorious sensation
that will never fade away.
you’re the essence of perfection.
you’re a blessing from above.
you’re the holder of my heart
and the one I’ll always love.
you’re the daydreams in my head.
you’re the shaking in my palms
and why my face turns red.
you’re the flutters in my heart.
you’re the smile on my face.
you’re the feelings that i have
which i know aren’t out of place.
you’re my knight in shining armor.
you’re my wonderful cliché.
you’re a glorious sensation
that will never fade away.
you’re the essence of perfection.
you’re a blessing from above.
you’re the holder of my heart
and the one I’ll always love.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2010 1:48am
3rd Feb 2010 1:48am
and she's got no soul!
heart and head pounding.
she's got me again,
ensnarled in another trap,
like the monster that she is.
she got me so suddenly,
like falling in love,
with that repulsive taste in my mouth
soon turning to a compulsion.
I must, I say to myself, I must,
with the playlist on repeat.
another one to add to the collection.
again and again and again.
the addiction sets in.
the poison she'll inject me with.
the venom that seeps into my stream.
what happens when I can't get to it?
what happens when the effects wear off?
then...
she's got me again,
ensnarled in another trap,
like the monster that she is.
she got me so suddenly,
like falling in love,
with that repulsive taste in my mouth
soon turning to a compulsion.
I must, I say to myself, I must,
with the playlist on repeat.
another one to add to the collection.
again and again and again.
the addiction sets in.
the poison she'll inject me with.
the venom that seeps into my stream.
what happens when I can't get to it?
what happens when the effects wear off?
then...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2010 1:46am
3rd Feb 2010 1:46am
the fakeness of relations.
drama.
a word that goes hand in hand
with teenager.
for some reason, we're wired to think
that everything is a big deal
and that everything is a crisis.
for some more than others
they intentionally look for and cause
this "dreaded" drama
so they can piss and moan about it later on.
but drama doesn't mean a damned thing.
it has nothing to do with social standings
or what you will be when you grow up
or anything.
in truth, it's just bullshit.
high school isn't as bad
as people want it to be.
a word that goes hand in hand
with teenager.
for some reason, we're wired to think
that everything is a big deal
and that everything is a crisis.
for some more than others
they intentionally look for and cause
this "dreaded" drama
so they can piss and moan about it later on.
but drama doesn't mean a damned thing.
it has nothing to do with social standings
or what you will be when you grow up
or anything.
in truth, it's just bullshit.
high school isn't as bad
as people want it to be.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2010 1:45am
20th Jan 2010 1:45am
semi-colon end parenthesis.
once upon a time
that isn't so very distant
I was afraid
of who I was becoming
and what I was getting myself into.
corrupt images
followed what I knew.
I was still that immature girl
who was unsure about having
a stranger in her strange land.
never wanting to duplicate
the things I viewed upon
the lifeless screen.
never wanting to become
the monster
I was making myself into.
but once upon a time
the reasons there
that I compare it all to
were not right.
and the receiver did not receive
because the...
that isn't so very distant
I was afraid
of who I was becoming
and what I was getting myself into.
corrupt images
followed what I knew.
I was still that immature girl
who was unsure about having
a stranger in her strange land.
never wanting to duplicate
the things I viewed upon
the lifeless screen.
never wanting to become
the monster
I was making myself into.
but once upon a time
the reasons there
that I compare it all to
were not right.
and the receiver did not receive
because the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 2:30am
14th Jan 2010 2:30am
piss off, Megan Fox.
she's got him by the heart.
just another notch
in her imaginary bedpost.
just another name
to add to her collection.
she's got his hands bound,
mouth gagged,
knees weak.
she'll take that cupid's bow
and rip his heart out with it.
she'll eat him alive
and leave him as an empty shell.
a crab stuck in boiling water.
a fly trapped in a spider's web.
just another check
to mark on her list.
just another victim
in her murderous path.
he has no idea what he's in for.
oh boy, has she got him.
just another notch
in her imaginary bedpost.
just another name
to add to her collection.
she's got his hands bound,
mouth gagged,
knees weak.
she'll take that cupid's bow
and rip his heart out with it.
she'll eat him alive
and leave him as an empty shell.
a crab stuck in boiling water.
a fly trapped in a spider's web.
just another check
to mark on her list.
just another victim
in her murderous path.
he has no idea what he's in for.
oh boy, has she got him.
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2010 2:27am
7th Jan 2010 2:27am
I know hate is a pretty strong word, but I f**king despise your guts.
I could just kill you for what you've done to me.
you should have known better
than to say those things.
but that's the thing;
you had no clue.
you didn't know how to act.
you didn't know how to behave.
shoddy. shitty. take your pick.
am I just kidding myself?
no.
hell no.
these emotions that I feel,
these tears that I sob,
are all the direct resort
of your drama
and your words
and your falsehoods.
you've done this to me.
you've made me this monster.
maybe I should have known better
than...
you should have known better
than to say those things.
but that's the thing;
you had no clue.
you didn't know how to act.
you didn't know how to behave.
shoddy. shitty. take your pick.
am I just kidding myself?
no.
hell no.
these emotions that I feel,
these tears that I sob,
are all the direct resort
of your drama
and your words
and your falsehoods.
you've done this to me.
you've made me this monster.
maybe I should have known better
than...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Dec 2009 2:00am
24th Dec 2009 2:00am
light as a feather.
all her life she looked in the mirror
and whispered softly
as the tears ran down her face,
pretty and skinny.
she wanted to be the parallel
to the airbrushed images
that she had been told to ignore.
but there was that lingering,
bitter taste in her mouth.
the burning want .
get thinner, get thinner.
eat food, get fat.
eat nothing, be pretty.
and the poor little girl
let that take over her.
the mindset leeching onto her thoughts,
blocking out her true vision.
blinding her to the hole she dug herself into.
...
and whispered softly
as the tears ran down her face,
pretty and skinny.
she wanted to be the parallel
to the airbrushed images
that she had been told to ignore.
but there was that lingering,
bitter taste in her mouth.
the burning want .
get thinner, get thinner.
eat food, get fat.
eat nothing, be pretty.
and the poor little girl
let that take over her.
the mindset leeching onto her thoughts,
blocking out her true vision.
blinding her to the hole she dug herself into.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2009 5:47am
20th Dec 2009 5:47am
make your own sammich, bitch.
that's where you're wrong;
i DO know you.
you are the definition of a wigger.
rude and disgusting,
the scum of the earth.
and wow! imagine that;
a girl talk back to you!
i've shattered the illusion
that we're all just a cheap fuck.
maybe that's what you're used to,
because the standards these days
have taken a nose dive,
but i'm just as strong as you think you are.
let the vulgarity defecate from your mouth all you want,
but god forbid i stand up
and defend myself
against someone as BIG and STRONG
as your pathetic, sorrowful...
i DO know you.
you are the definition of a wigger.
rude and disgusting,
the scum of the earth.
and wow! imagine that;
a girl talk back to you!
i've shattered the illusion
that we're all just a cheap fuck.
maybe that's what you're used to,
because the standards these days
have taken a nose dive,
but i'm just as strong as you think you are.
let the vulgarity defecate from your mouth all you want,
but god forbid i stand up
and defend myself
against someone as BIG and STRONG
as your pathetic, sorrowful...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Dec 2009 1:39am
8th Dec 2009 1:39am
thanks a lot, adam.
and sobbing over love songs.
and beating myself up over the past.
and torturing my heart over something
that, for other reasons, didn't last.
and wanting something from nothing.
and wanting nothing from it all.
and hurting over this routine
that's like my monthly brawl.
and building up that patina.
and mentally tearing my wrists.
and blaming you for something
that i know does not exist.
and thinking of what he's done to me.
and perhaps he's the cause.
or maybe it's all just in my head.
i can't wait for menopause.
and beating myself up over the past.
and torturing my heart over something
that, for other reasons, didn't last.
and wanting something from nothing.
and wanting nothing from it all.
and hurting over this routine
that's like my monthly brawl.
and building up that patina.
and mentally tearing my wrists.
and blaming you for something
that i know does not exist.
and thinking of what he's done to me.
and perhaps he's the cause.
or maybe it's all just in my head.
i can't wait for menopause.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 9:48pm
29th Nov 2009 9:48pm
electronic affection.
a pause.
i might not have seen it
in your eyes
nor could i have seen
any sort expression
as a physical hint.
but that little pause
said it all.
a hesitation.
realizing the three little words
i just said
were a reality.
not your imagination.
a flutter in the back of your head.
yes.
i said it.
it's true and genuine.
and such a reaction
melted my heart
into a lovely little puddle.
you could have just been saying it -
i didn't doubt you, though –
but that little pause
really let me...
i might not have seen it
in your eyes
nor could i have seen
any sort expression
as a physical hint.
but that little pause
said it all.
a hesitation.
realizing the three little words
i just said
were a reality.
not your imagination.
a flutter in the back of your head.
yes.
i said it.
it's true and genuine.
and such a reaction
melted my heart
into a lovely little puddle.
you could have just been saying it -
i didn't doubt you, though –
but that little pause
really let me...
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