Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 10:51pm
8th Nov 2013 10:51pm
You Repulse Me
Yes, there's a modern treatment for your
Obvious symptoms and frankly, even
Underhandedly I feel you should
Refuse it. I only
Ever wanted you to drain your own
Pulse
Until you
Lie
Static on the
Exceptionally cold ground knowing full well what you did to
Me. You're the miserable
Epitome.
Obvious symptoms and frankly, even
Underhandedly I feel you should
Refuse it. I only
Ever wanted you to drain your own
Pulse
Until you
Lie
Static on the
Exceptionally cold ground knowing full well what you did to
Me. You're the miserable
Epitome.
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 10:42pm
8th Nov 2013 10:42pm
Mental Disection
I've wasted so much time
licking matches
cleaning razors
and wanting to cut you
just to write my name in your blood and her tears.
Giving you all this anger is more than you deserve,
be grateful.
Your house isn't there and you're no longer alive
but those thoughts I reserve for Sunday nights.
Your spoken tweezers and surgical tape
took from me everything I appreciated
forcing me to disprove of this person I'd grown to like.
Now I'm opposite
because to be like me
was to want you
and all I want
is to hurt you....
licking matches
cleaning razors
and wanting to cut you
just to write my name in your blood and her tears.
Giving you all this anger is more than you deserve,
be grateful.
Your house isn't there and you're no longer alive
but those thoughts I reserve for Sunday nights.
Your spoken tweezers and surgical tape
took from me everything I appreciated
forcing me to disprove of this person I'd grown to like.
Now I'm opposite
because to be like me
was to want you
and all I want
is to hurt you....
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 11:06pm
13th Oct 2013 11:06pm
Modest Words (I hate you)
You took everything I valued from what we had
and I think I'm forever going to hate you for that.
You've made me someone I love to be to spite you
drain the blood from the bite
then it cant breathe
and poison doesn't matter
because you can't feel what's dead to you.
Teacups and rose petals
on my underwear
the truth is satanic
and it combusts leaving tiny holes in my concience.
Knowing you're alive burns
in my throat and my lungs
no words
just
I love you with my knees
as they're what bruised when I fell...
and I think I'm forever going to hate you for that.
You've made me someone I love to be to spite you
drain the blood from the bite
then it cant breathe
and poison doesn't matter
because you can't feel what's dead to you.
Teacups and rose petals
on my underwear
the truth is satanic
and it combusts leaving tiny holes in my concience.
Knowing you're alive burns
in my throat and my lungs
no words
just
I love you with my knees
as they're what bruised when I fell...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 11:10pm
29th Sep 2013 11:10pm
Mrs Capulet
It goes
rib
dip
rib
rib
dip
tissue-
but still nothing bleeds.
It's nice for you to sit back knowing I'll destroy myself alone anyway.
There's stability in sobriety
but is friction at all sobering
I feel needles that I can't stomach
with redemption ever plummeting
lack all genuine motivation
never was one to be patient
yet for you my hands are waiting
my eyes are weighted
sights set on emptiness
because that's all there's been
since you left
and my words fall to pieces again.
rib
dip
rib
rib
dip
tissue-
but still nothing bleeds.
It's nice for you to sit back knowing I'll destroy myself alone anyway.
There's stability in sobriety
but is friction at all sobering
I feel needles that I can't stomach
with redemption ever plummeting
lack all genuine motivation
never was one to be patient
yet for you my hands are waiting
my eyes are weighted
sights set on emptiness
because that's all there's been
since you left
and my words fall to pieces again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 10:50pm
24th Sep 2013 10:50pm
Slang Words For Climax
You're a shame,
that's all.
I'm not proud or pleasant or floundering anymore.
Your jumper sits on the floor of my car,
stepped on every time I need to get somewhere.
There's something ironic there;
turning tables?
You made me so frightened of not being myself
that I lost me entirely
and you never had me at all.
Became falsely cynical
halfheartedly critical
and so treated you like someone worthwhile.
It's funny what you didn't know;
how kind I was to your ego,
never got me off, not once
I'm sorry for letting...
that's all.
I'm not proud or pleasant or floundering anymore.
Your jumper sits on the floor of my car,
stepped on every time I need to get somewhere.
There's something ironic there;
turning tables?
You made me so frightened of not being myself
that I lost me entirely
and you never had me at all.
Became falsely cynical
halfheartedly critical
and so treated you like someone worthwhile.
It's funny what you didn't know;
how kind I was to your ego,
never got me off, not once
I'm sorry for letting...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2013 10:55pm
22nd Sep 2013 10:55pm
Don't Be Fooled That I'm Sleeping
I think I'm bitter because
I never expected to be thrown out of the tunnel before I reached the light.
Sweetheart there's so much more to say
but why
I'm just another and you're just another
and that's life.
You're beautiful
it's just a shame that beauty is weak;
it would be nice to find something logical, but willing to fight
something sinister enough to want me
and mean it.
Alright
sleeping next to you with our arms intertwined
spoke like imperfect molecules
but I'm that way inclined to believe you'd be happy to throw...
I never expected to be thrown out of the tunnel before I reached the light.
Sweetheart there's so much more to say
but why
I'm just another and you're just another
and that's life.
You're beautiful
it's just a shame that beauty is weak;
it would be nice to find something logical, but willing to fight
something sinister enough to want me
and mean it.
Alright
sleeping next to you with our arms intertwined
spoke like imperfect molecules
but I'm that way inclined to believe you'd be happy to throw...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 10:43pm
17th Sep 2013 10:43pm
The Art Of 'Being Enough'
I'm fine. Aren't you f-i-n-e-?
There's a fine line between being not fine and being this fine.
Please don't bridge it.
I will for as long as it takes hope that I can be enough.
You're enough.
I've had enough
of feeling like the left hand.
I don't blame you for any of this,
it's my state of mind toying with my self-confidence.
But for as long as it takes please let me be enough.
You don't have to miss me
or dismiss me
I just want to know there's something there
to give me reason for as long as it takes be enough.
I...
There's a fine line between being not fine and being this fine.
Please don't bridge it.
I will for as long as it takes hope that I can be enough.
You're enough.
I've had enough
of feeling like the left hand.
I don't blame you for any of this,
it's my state of mind toying with my self-confidence.
But for as long as it takes please let me be enough.
You don't have to miss me
or dismiss me
I just want to know there's something there
to give me reason for as long as it takes be enough.
I...
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 10:41pm
16th Sep 2013 10:41pm
That Dream
There's initially mountains
and I fall
to a black arched gate with spires sitting there
as trees brush past me
delivering me softly to the ground.
Symphony creeps from under cobbled floor
then there's a trapdoor
and we're all inside
I'm not drinking
but it's fuzzy
there's a barman dressed like a ringleader
I sip tea with him
then everyone's gone
and I'm pacing halls in the Overlook.
Rooms open empty, little Jack's sound
until I fall from a window into the snow
and I'm alone
it always ends alone.
and I fall
to a black arched gate with spires sitting there
as trees brush past me
delivering me softly to the ground.
Symphony creeps from under cobbled floor
then there's a trapdoor
and we're all inside
I'm not drinking
but it's fuzzy
there's a barman dressed like a ringleader
I sip tea with him
then everyone's gone
and I'm pacing halls in the Overlook.
Rooms open empty, little Jack's sound
until I fall from a window into the snow
and I'm alone
it always ends alone.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 10:16pm
15th Sep 2013 10:16pm
The softest
Sweet dreams, although I know you're not sleeping,
there's a tension in my head
that still feels your heart bleating.
The night turns our hands to rats
that go in search of ways to live
and survive on what's left in the
dream, that we've kept alive
Jeopardizing the softest nights sleep
for stolen warmth and midnight whispers
as I tell you that I love you
just so we can have forgotten by morning
quite how much really I push through
as this is difficult to word or say or even mean
but I know I need you incessantly
for all...
there's a tension in my head
that still feels your heart bleating.
The night turns our hands to rats
that go in search of ways to live
and survive on what's left in the
dream, that we've kept alive
Jeopardizing the softest nights sleep
for stolen warmth and midnight whispers
as I tell you that I love you
just so we can have forgotten by morning
quite how much really I push through
as this is difficult to word or say or even mean
but I know I need you incessantly
for all...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 00:28am
15th Sep 2013 00:28am
This meant something to me, once
I can hear you breathe
Softest condensation on my neck
Hands grip the backs of my knees
I watch the swirls on the ceiling.
Thanking god for gravity
As there's a pressure in my waist
Louder
Getting louder still.
I'd fucking scream but there's no sense in that,
Trust me.
We fell so tall and flat,
This is it;
Condensation becomes kisses
And arms made to restrain
Are now made to soothe
I like it that way
But will never know what comes
After this.
Please don't go home
Leave me to...
Softest condensation on my neck
Hands grip the backs of my knees
I watch the swirls on the ceiling.
Thanking god for gravity
As there's a pressure in my waist
Louder
Getting louder still.
I'd fucking scream but there's no sense in that,
Trust me.
We fell so tall and flat,
This is it;
Condensation becomes kisses
And arms made to restrain
Are now made to soothe
I like it that way
But will never know what comes
After this.
Please don't go home
Leave me to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 11:35pm
14th Sep 2013 11:35pm
0-Bipolar in 60 seconds
3:51
This is it.
And its your hands that fall all over.
I wish I could fall all over
There's a pressure in my stomach that pleads with you to stay
but the sentiment in my skull wouldn't let us end that way.
please stay sweet- I want to taste you again, ever so soon.
Promise me you'll continue and i'll promise to continue too.
I can carry on so easy because all you've given me is so much more than what I had before,
and what I had was better than what I'd become accustomed.
So even the tiniest essence that remains, refrains, me falling to...
This is it.
And its your hands that fall all over.
I wish I could fall all over
There's a pressure in my stomach that pleads with you to stay
but the sentiment in my skull wouldn't let us end that way.
please stay sweet- I want to taste you again, ever so soon.
Promise me you'll continue and i'll promise to continue too.
I can carry on so easy because all you've given me is so much more than what I had before,
and what I had was better than what I'd become accustomed.
So even the tiniest essence that remains, refrains, me falling to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 11:52pm
7th Sep 2013 11:52pm
7/9/13
Thanks for saying I love you
because every time you do
I get one step closer to needing you
and even further away from living
because to be frank
living had little foreseeable purpose
before it became
living with you
which is something different entirely
it's purposeful maintenance of the human mind
I keep myself vaguely whole so that you in turn
can use me to keep yourself vaguely whole.
Then occasionally we eclipse to make something entirely together
and those are moments of beauty.
because every time you do
I get one step closer to needing you
and even further away from living
because to be frank
living had little foreseeable purpose
before it became
living with you
which is something different entirely
it's purposeful maintenance of the human mind
I keep myself vaguely whole so that you in turn
can use me to keep yourself vaguely whole.
Then occasionally we eclipse to make something entirely together
and those are moments of beauty.
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