Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 10:26pm
5th Apr 2016 10:26pm
Inordinate
You were throwing razors out of windows
then giving me a reason to wish metal could gravitate backwards
I can’t help but turn to hate as my throat rips anew.
You were tiny cartoon shadows
leaves became limbs
and the arms I shook between
christmas became snow-less
I fought frantically to seduce a response
from a body I couldn’t permeate
without words or temper
I learnt to be still
now my violated breath can’t reach you
abiding time
I bided time
till we were arguing over mexican food
I can...
then giving me a reason to wish metal could gravitate backwards
I can’t help but turn to hate as my throat rips anew.
You were tiny cartoon shadows
leaves became limbs
and the arms I shook between
christmas became snow-less
I fought frantically to seduce a response
from a body I couldn’t permeate
without words or temper
I learnt to be still
now my violated breath can’t reach you
abiding time
I bided time
till we were arguing over mexican food
I can...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 3:13am
27th Feb 2016 3:13am
I can't breathe
Being kept warm on a bench by St Pauls
I'm still that pigeon right?
You were Japanese cartoons
getting lost and having to walk miles for a toilet
falling asleep under your arm on the tube
while a lady told us not to ever leave
watching films I hated to be inside your bed
finding your arms could always reach me in the science museum
to believing I was blessed as we looked down a river into streams of ducklings
and you managed to kiss me without licking my chin.
Holding your face in Hyde park
after I'd covered you in glitter
and walking down the...
I'm still that pigeon right?
You were Japanese cartoons
getting lost and having to walk miles for a toilet
falling asleep under your arm on the tube
while a lady told us not to ever leave
watching films I hated to be inside your bed
finding your arms could always reach me in the science museum
to believing I was blessed as we looked down a river into streams of ducklings
and you managed to kiss me without licking my chin.
Holding your face in Hyde park
after I'd covered you in glitter
and walking down the...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 3:05am
27th Feb 2016 3:05am
Don't
A sleepy mind
as my throat tightens around whether I’m better unattached
my limbs shrink
make tiny melted shapes as they liquify on the tracks
was the rabbit in the headlights brave or stupid
I fall fiercely between want and wandering
the appeal of your sensibility against my fear of losing sense all together
and longing throughout for that which you cannot provide.
Terrors dream silently
and woken to the cradle I knew when equally as lost
childlike states
take away my pain
I've broken with no culprit or cause and no means for...
as my throat tightens around whether I’m better unattached
my limbs shrink
make tiny melted shapes as they liquify on the tracks
was the rabbit in the headlights brave or stupid
I fall fiercely between want and wandering
the appeal of your sensibility against my fear of losing sense all together
and longing throughout for that which you cannot provide.
Terrors dream silently
and woken to the cradle I knew when equally as lost
childlike states
take away my pain
I've broken with no culprit or cause and no means for...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 8:06pm
16th Dec 2014 8:06pm
Anatomical
I want to bathe, bleed, become your words
without coming on too strong
or climbing into a pot of water you're about to boil
I've been set on fire
enough times
to know that you lose conciousness before it gets hottest.
I'm not scared of breaking bones
but I need my joints to stay in tact so they can heal this time
I cant lose
the small quantities of myself
that I've gathered alone
as blood thickens
and I can't wade through spinelessly
or sleeplessly
as nights fed that blur that meant something to me once
and I lived
with the...
without coming on too strong
or climbing into a pot of water you're about to boil
I've been set on fire
enough times
to know that you lose conciousness before it gets hottest.
I'm not scared of breaking bones
but I need my joints to stay in tact so they can heal this time
I cant lose
the small quantities of myself
that I've gathered alone
as blood thickens
and I can't wade through spinelessly
or sleeplessly
as nights fed that blur that meant something to me once
and I lived
with the...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 11:58pm
20th Nov 2014 11:58pm
I Don't Bite
I'm so afraid
and it feels like recently
that's it
no one wants to hurt me
because no one cares
I cant cry
since I can barely think
there's blurs
then there's blood
then there's emptiness to follow
this is fucking hollow
I only want to sleep
I'm scared of anything that isn't my own
but my thoughts are scary
distorting my face
I'll do tomorrow
and the days after
but I can't promise
to live
since I don't feel cuts anymore
and I can't feel myself mutating
or have I already...
and it feels like recently
that's it
no one wants to hurt me
because no one cares
I cant cry
since I can barely think
there's blurs
then there's blood
then there's emptiness to follow
this is fucking hollow
I only want to sleep
I'm scared of anything that isn't my own
but my thoughts are scary
distorting my face
I'll do tomorrow
and the days after
but I can't promise
to live
since I don't feel cuts anymore
and I can't feel myself mutating
or have I already...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 11:44pm
11th Nov 2014 11:44pm
Time (part II)
I protect myself from whoever hurts me
don't try it I'll cut
I'm just not sure who
and what if I'm hurting myself too?
(III)
Feel my pain
let it fucking bleed you
wash at your thighs till you're sore
arms red raw
when you've completely decended
you'll still look back
on yourself
crying through the smiles
waving to the brain that feeds you.
don't try it I'll cut
I'm just not sure who
and what if I'm hurting myself too?
(III)
Feel my pain
let it fucking bleed you
wash at your thighs till you're sore
arms red raw
when you've completely decended
you'll still look back
on yourself
crying through the smiles
waving to the brain that feeds you.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 11:16pm
11th Nov 2014 11:16pm
Time
Eyes are ugly when they lie
tiptoes
tip-i-toes
all over my eyeballs
shuddering eyelids
unhappy skin
crawled upon
Liars are ugly when they eye.
tiptoes
tip-i-toes
all over my eyeballs
shuddering eyelids
unhappy skin
crawled upon
Liars are ugly when they eye.
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2014 00:00am
25th Oct 2014 00:00am
Disgusting and useless and strange
Don't try and make plans
there's a war in my head and blood on your hands
I still don't sleep at all
when you shouldn't be breathing, I recall
how each second you knew I never once got a word.
but I thought every second about how easily you heard
what I said and saw me sad and I cried in your face
but you told me it wasn't my fault, yet it wasn't your place
except you proved it was nothing that I could ever change
when you accepted that I was disgusting and useless and strange.
As every second that you lived as though I had no worth
made you a...
there's a war in my head and blood on your hands
I still don't sleep at all
when you shouldn't be breathing, I recall
how each second you knew I never once got a word.
but I thought every second about how easily you heard
what I said and saw me sad and I cried in your face
but you told me it wasn't my fault, yet it wasn't your place
except you proved it was nothing that I could ever change
when you accepted that I was disgusting and useless and strange.
As every second that you lived as though I had no worth
made you a...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 1:29am
2nd Sep 2014 1:29am
'Lay back and wait kiddo'
I'm sticky
slipery
one leg juts out on the defensive
and one curls slipping under me.
Toe under the crook of my foot
head balancing on the flat of my wrist
yawn reaches my nose but my eyes are shut
open them
my scalp flakes slightly under my nails
fingers force through matted hair
I pick my scabs but everything is clean
bleed me
spit catches in my throat
lips poise to meet the cough
it's dead and still it breathes
awaken
slipery
one leg juts out on the defensive
and one curls slipping under me.
Toe under the crook of my foot
head balancing on the flat of my wrist
yawn reaches my nose but my eyes are shut
open them
my scalp flakes slightly under my nails
fingers force through matted hair
I pick my scabs but everything is clean
bleed me
spit catches in my throat
lips poise to meet the cough
it's dead and still it breathes
awaken
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 10:29pm
19th Jul 2014 10:29pm
Liability
watch me break
you're such bullshit
and I'm reeling
I want to fall and smack my skull against the ground
teeth scratch and chip against the gravel
tiny rungs of stone sit behind my skin
my elbows are bowed, bloody
I feel everything
the disappointment.
you're such bullshit
and I'm reeling
I want to fall and smack my skull against the ground
teeth scratch and chip against the gravel
tiny rungs of stone sit behind my skin
my elbows are bowed, bloody
I feel everything
the disappointment.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2014 00:15am
18th Jul 2014 00:15am
Ah Holidays
I've never been a lot
and god-damn it must be hard
to be so much for so little.
To finally be feeling makes me want to tell you everything.
But I barely know myself
enough to tell you the stories
of my cuts and scrapes.
I know you don't care
and I can no longer tell if the alcohol is fuzzing my blood or if you are
and I'm not crying because I'm all alone, rather because I've always been.
The machinery in my head has seized
fixated,
alienated.
Revoking the same thought pattern till memories rust
and dreams blur...
and god-damn it must be hard
to be so much for so little.
To finally be feeling makes me want to tell you everything.
But I barely know myself
enough to tell you the stories
of my cuts and scrapes.
I know you don't care
and I can no longer tell if the alcohol is fuzzing my blood or if you are
and I'm not crying because I'm all alone, rather because I've always been.
The machinery in my head has seized
fixated,
alienated.
Revoking the same thought pattern till memories rust
and dreams blur...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2014 11:01pm
4th May 2014 11:01pm
Layer-less Epidermis
There's so much inside of you
but you're a child
and you're everyone's child but your own.
Then you can't believe your eyes
how you've failed as your own parent
and you don't recognise your own
moles
anymore
I'm really fucking soft,
how does anyone know where to start
when cutting cashmere
there are so many things that I want
to take to bed with me just to show them
how much they mean
and how harshly they touch me.
but you're a child
and you're everyone's child but your own.
Then you can't believe your eyes
how you've failed as your own parent
and you don't recognise your own
moles
anymore
I'm really fucking soft,
how does anyone know where to start
when cutting cashmere
there are so many things that I want
to take to bed with me just to show them
how much they mean
and how harshly they touch me.
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