Submissions by onfire (Kyra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I choose not to regret bad decisions.
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 6:41pm
9th Jan 2014 6:41pm
eat more, love less
I gained four pounds
some of it muscle
and I ran 10miles on Saturday
and I spoke to myself kindly
until I stepped on the
scale which laid out the facts
and stole all of my goddamn self-
love and empathy.
some of it muscle
and I ran 10miles on Saturday
and I spoke to myself kindly
until I stepped on the
scale which laid out the facts
and stole all of my goddamn self-
love and empathy.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 12:32pm
5th Jan 2014 12:32pm
ryhme and reason
all I love is a poem I’ve failed to read
broken window slates flung open and pipes of mangled reed
the priest condemning witch craft and the burning innocents
the crooked thieves and homeless men who cannot pay their rent.
All I love’s a poem, written and laid out
wretched and unlooked upon
for fear the love’d run out.
broken window slates flung open and pipes of mangled reed
the priest condemning witch craft and the burning innocents
the crooked thieves and homeless men who cannot pay their rent.
All I love’s a poem, written and laid out
wretched and unlooked upon
for fear the love’d run out.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 10:42am
5th Jan 2014 10:42am
Do right by me
If your love is fickle or unsure
please leave it at the door.
If your forte is false hope
I’ll take my chances with the wolves.
I’m a whole-hearted human
not for use
in your half-hearted
fantasies.
please leave it at the door.
If your forte is false hope
I’ll take my chances with the wolves.
I’m a whole-hearted human
not for use
in your half-hearted
fantasies.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 8:00pm
2nd Dec 2013 8:00pm
walking home at night
I never liked the dark and, thank god
I never loved you but I cannot believe
that I fantasized;
it’s too tempting-
this fucking idea of “love”
I mean, who cares. I have a body and you
have a body and together
we have something else.
When you made me leave it helped me
realize that I am, in fact
(though I thought I was
the human equivalent of cheap china
and old bone) I am
tough like rubber; I’ve burned
out and left track marks on the cement
in front of your home
(by the way, your...
I never loved you but I cannot believe
that I fantasized;
it’s too tempting-
this fucking idea of “love”
I mean, who cares. I have a body and you
have a body and together
we have something else.
When you made me leave it helped me
realize that I am, in fact
(though I thought I was
the human equivalent of cheap china
and old bone) I am
tough like rubber; I’ve burned
out and left track marks on the cement
in front of your home
(by the way, your...
590 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 7:37pm
2nd Dec 2013 7:37pm
you probably think you used me
but I said no for
the first time (and I was with you)
& you have no idea
what sort of shit I've—
but hey,
I liked it when
your hand was around
my throat
and I liked your hands
in my hair.
I think I have a thing
for hands- yours pushed me out
the door
because I said-
but hey,
call me.
don’t call me.
the first time (and I was with you)
& you have no idea
what sort of shit I've—
but hey,
I liked it when
your hand was around
my throat
and I liked your hands
in my hair.
I think I have a thing
for hands- yours pushed me out
the door
because I said-
but hey,
call me.
don’t call me.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 8:11pm
1st Dec 2013 8:11pm
the week i took up smoking
my legs swung up over yours and your arms curled
deep into my hips and I’m sure you felt
the clench of my
chest as we passed
your cigarette back and forth and back and I thought
maybe this is what
love could feel like.
ask me what it was like to feel
the shame die
like an old flame
and i could only tell you
I wish it could have
died sooner
or that you
could have stayed
deep into my hips and I’m sure you felt
the clench of my
chest as we passed
your cigarette back and forth and back and I thought
maybe this is what
love could feel like.
ask me what it was like to feel
the shame die
like an old flame
and i could only tell you
I wish it could have
died sooner
or that you
could have stayed
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2013 7:52pm
1st Dec 2013 7:52pm
kiss and tell
Your room smelled like pot and cologne—
Absolutely disgusting until for reasons unfathomable I let myself get used to it, lay down next to you on the bed and watched some stupid show about some dumb fuck who messed with people for the sake of friendship.
I tried to remember if I even had friends these days.Maybe I’m a sociopath. You played with my hands and I felt like a person.
You touched my hands, rolled over towards me kissed me pretended it was my fucking idea and moved between my legs I said the jeans stay on and you were the first boy who was okay with...
Absolutely disgusting until for reasons unfathomable I let myself get used to it, lay down next to you on the bed and watched some stupid show about some dumb fuck who messed with people for the sake of friendship.
I tried to remember if I even had friends these days.Maybe I’m a sociopath. You played with my hands and I felt like a person.
You touched my hands, rolled over towards me kissed me pretended it was my fucking idea and moved between my legs I said the jeans stay on and you were the first boy who was okay with...
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