Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 2:02am
5th Jun 2012 2:02am
Pretty Girl
I was that dancing, blushing child, picture-perfect shrub,
And in an instant acquired lashings of my grandfather's love.
We called him Pup, his liver-spotted, somewhat balding mind,
blended trickles of the fantasia I never left behind.
He'd wet my cheek with kisses that soon would fall to my hand,
and ate by the coal, in his sweater-vests that no heating could withstand.
The red lights of his little car meant danger more so than his breaking,
Which meant until very close to now our whole family was mistaken.
He'd call me his little...
And in an instant acquired lashings of my grandfather's love.
We called him Pup, his liver-spotted, somewhat balding mind,
blended trickles of the fantasia I never left behind.
He'd wet my cheek with kisses that soon would fall to my hand,
and ate by the coal, in his sweater-vests that no heating could withstand.
The red lights of his little car meant danger more so than his breaking,
Which meant until very close to now our whole family was mistaken.
He'd call me his little...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 10:24pm
3rd Jun 2012 10:24pm
Paradise-
It clipped my heels when in the street,
was wrapped in duvets in my bed,
enmeshed in heated rainy nights,
it gave me bedroom-hair instead.
It fell a flight of garden steps,
and badly grazed its left arm bare,
It cuddled up in airy grace,
spoke words so debonair.
It broke the tree and beat the branch,
got so stuck in that tyre swing,
It cleared the air and avalanched
into my everything.
It said it loved me, and lapped my cheek,
was an everlasting phase
as right now all I can seem to miss,
is its laziest...
was wrapped in duvets in my bed,
enmeshed in heated rainy nights,
it gave me bedroom-hair instead.
It fell a flight of garden steps,
and badly grazed its left arm bare,
It cuddled up in airy grace,
spoke words so debonair.
It broke the tree and beat the branch,
got so stuck in that tyre swing,
It cleared the air and avalanched
into my everything.
It said it loved me, and lapped my cheek,
was an everlasting phase
as right now all I can seem to miss,
is its laziest...
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 6:16pm
3rd Jun 2012 6:16pm
Emma
Dear Emma, dear lot,
do you recall, you forgot?
Or is it this glistening hate?
That bedded your mind,
and left you behind,
now your clichés refuse to wait.
You’re a vowel of thought,
your faith’s shop-bought
a compliable empty craze.
It’s that faceless grin,
and split on your chin,
that envies the "less" of your days.
To hate you in word,
I believe is absurd,
it’s as cheap as what groans on your face.
You’re the lesser of two,
I mean me and you
you partition, you flap, you disgrace.
Dear Emma,...
do you recall, you forgot?
Or is it this glistening hate?
That bedded your mind,
and left you behind,
now your clichés refuse to wait.
You’re a vowel of thought,
your faith’s shop-bought
a compliable empty craze.
It’s that faceless grin,
and split on your chin,
that envies the "less" of your days.
To hate you in word,
I believe is absurd,
it’s as cheap as what groans on your face.
You’re the lesser of two,
I mean me and you
you partition, you flap, you disgrace.
Dear Emma,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 00:09am
3rd Jun 2012 00:09am
Sleeping Features
Bite my lip,
oh,
nibble it smooth,
like your hand that rests in my waist's tiny groove,
It's that clip of hip, our bodies slip,
and I’m all around you once again.
It's that ungodly scream as you know what I mean,
when it's harder to breathe the same.
With my leg round thigh, and fist on waist,
as the "I love you's" singe to your neck,
with the love bitten chest and the lowered vest,
I can promise you, that you won’t forget.
Once things tighten inside, it's harder to hide,
the uglier bits of speak,
Once your...
oh,
nibble it smooth,
like your hand that rests in my waist's tiny groove,
It's that clip of hip, our bodies slip,
and I’m all around you once again.
It's that ungodly scream as you know what I mean,
when it's harder to breathe the same.
With my leg round thigh, and fist on waist,
as the "I love you's" singe to your neck,
with the love bitten chest and the lowered vest,
I can promise you, that you won’t forget.
Once things tighten inside, it's harder to hide,
the uglier bits of speak,
Once your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2012 7:21pm
31st May 2012 7:21pm
Hate at Auschwitz
Hello to that gate that's on that hill,
where they lined up holes for the lesser race to fill.
It likens in oily, creaking plight,
to the typhoid death cliques lead by night.
As rain confides in it every tale,
the dominance of slate and spike and nail
refused it the up most moral betrayal,
can you hear them now?
Hello, but now the rain has passed
As it's the gates that are seen the last,
can it feel the fear that creaks onto slate,
or the gas that burns but chains too late?
The rag-less shock of the lesser mind,
the...
where they lined up holes for the lesser race to fill.
It likens in oily, creaking plight,
to the typhoid death cliques lead by night.
As rain confides in it every tale,
the dominance of slate and spike and nail
refused it the up most moral betrayal,
can you hear them now?
Hello, but now the rain has passed
As it's the gates that are seen the last,
can it feel the fear that creaks onto slate,
or the gas that burns but chains too late?
The rag-less shock of the lesser mind,
the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2012 7:05pm
31st May 2012 7:05pm
Is that a chip on your shoulder?
You've got it-
everything I had.
That's not so much-
how very sad.
I hope it licks of condemning delay,
to know that once I felt that way,
that way your singed heart - so divine,
broke melodies of breath on mine
that skin of mine you swallowed whole,
asphyxiated to your soul
that lip of passion, now of blood,
stayed regardless of the thud
that chip that moved from shoulder to tooth,
took with it my last slap of remaining truth.
Please, take it, please-
so divine.
You've got it-
my...
everything I had.
That's not so much-
how very sad.
I hope it licks of condemning delay,
to know that once I felt that way,
that way your singed heart - so divine,
broke melodies of breath on mine
that skin of mine you swallowed whole,
asphyxiated to your soul
that lip of passion, now of blood,
stayed regardless of the thud
that chip that moved from shoulder to tooth,
took with it my last slap of remaining truth.
Please, take it, please-
so divine.
You've got it-
my...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2012 10:30pm
29th May 2012 10:30pm
I think you're pretty
Stay cute for me.
Oh pretty please?
Like your pretty face in the pretty breeze,
that brings you to your pretty knees.
Stay there don't move.
Don't change.
If I could I’d rearrange, that awkward smile upon your chin,
to one I've caused or begun.
Begin
to recreate the ideals that keep you so perfect and yet so real.
Disengaging lip from scent, to touch,
my love I can't simply be enough?
Adore or enthral,
and enthrallingly adore,
so simply adore.
Darling I implore
you take my fist of mended craze,...
Oh pretty please?
Like your pretty face in the pretty breeze,
that brings you to your pretty knees.
Stay there don't move.
Don't change.
If I could I’d rearrange, that awkward smile upon your chin,
to one I've caused or begun.
Begin
to recreate the ideals that keep you so perfect and yet so real.
Disengaging lip from scent, to touch,
my love I can't simply be enough?
Adore or enthral,
and enthrallingly adore,
so simply adore.
Darling I implore
you take my fist of mended craze,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2012 5:13pm
29th May 2012 5:13pm
What Overseer
When in one's mind but not your own,
is it callas to footstep upon the unknown?
It can break and separate like the dignities of space,
it bears no form of difference,
what's to anticipate
is there any real deception in what you cannot understand,
Or is the mind of another
more dangerous than the hand,
who's that overseer who dictates what is safe,
what if it's the motive of life
to dissipate the human race?
He saw it in hiding and journals that scream,
the human race isn't complying
with that much modernised feeling....
is it callas to footstep upon the unknown?
It can break and separate like the dignities of space,
it bears no form of difference,
what's to anticipate
is there any real deception in what you cannot understand,
Or is the mind of another
more dangerous than the hand,
who's that overseer who dictates what is safe,
what if it's the motive of life
to dissipate the human race?
He saw it in hiding and journals that scream,
the human race isn't complying
with that much modernised feeling....
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