Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 11:25pm
7th Sep 2013 11:25pm
September 7th
There's an ominous death
lingering in my head
and for as long as I don't understand it
I'm dying
If happiness is fragmented
it sits like continents upon the sadness
never letting it go away
but doubling up
to form something
accessible
what happens in the gaps between the fragments
is of little sentiment
as I sit in the middle of a continent now.
I can only hope for my sake
that the heat from the molten rock
kills me instantly
and I don't have to overcompensate
for the feeling of falling between fragmented...
lingering in my head
and for as long as I don't understand it
I'm dying
If happiness is fragmented
it sits like continents upon the sadness
never letting it go away
but doubling up
to form something
accessible
what happens in the gaps between the fragments
is of little sentiment
as I sit in the middle of a continent now.
I can only hope for my sake
that the heat from the molten rock
kills me instantly
and I don't have to overcompensate
for the feeling of falling between fragmented...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 10:49am
30th Aug 2013 10:49am
At Work
Curly hair still makes me jump
As do the dates on cakes
When they make me closer to you.
I've never been so self-indulgent
brash and pitiful
indignant or so critical.
I wouldn't sleep near this
needing nightmares to escape
the day
For so much of that I'm sorry.
Being covered in white hand prints signals the end
in so many ways
no one's touched me in a long time
but still I can't escape feeling like someone always has hold
entire control.
I can't throw myself into anything when all my body...
As do the dates on cakes
When they make me closer to you.
I've never been so self-indulgent
brash and pitiful
indignant or so critical.
I wouldn't sleep near this
needing nightmares to escape
the day
For so much of that I'm sorry.
Being covered in white hand prints signals the end
in so many ways
no one's touched me in a long time
but still I can't escape feeling like someone always has hold
entire control.
I can't throw myself into anything when all my body...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 9:51pm
21st Aug 2013 9:51pm
The Effect of a Late Night
Don't think I can let you go anymore
not that I would have
just I maybe at a push could have.
There's an involuntary line
tying my toes to my side
it doesn't help me stay grounded much
but it cuts at me pleasantly
so I know when you're here and such.
I'd love to say there's a look you have
that makes my insides bubble
but lets be honest
I think I struggle
to not fall to pieces at all the looks.
You have a few;
creases in your lips
remind me how careless I'm being
I want to leave you perfect
intend to smooth out nothing...
not that I would have
just I maybe at a push could have.
There's an involuntary line
tying my toes to my side
it doesn't help me stay grounded much
but it cuts at me pleasantly
so I know when you're here and such.
I'd love to say there's a look you have
that makes my insides bubble
but lets be honest
I think I struggle
to not fall to pieces at all the looks.
You have a few;
creases in your lips
remind me how careless I'm being
I want to leave you perfect
intend to smooth out nothing...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2013 1:40am
12th Aug 2013 1:40am
We're Nearly the Same
Please sleep tight
despite the lump in my voice tonight
There's eloquence
but who has time for that
my head's in revolution and
I couldn't get you caught up midway.
Admittedly this is pre-decided
it's whether or not I give my all
or how to approach
something with so much hope
something I could invariably adore
but not without giving away
little pieces of me some more.
I question if there's any left
since I don't make myself known
except when looking back
in fucking strength at what
i've done alone
but still that's...
despite the lump in my voice tonight
There's eloquence
but who has time for that
my head's in revolution and
I couldn't get you caught up midway.
Admittedly this is pre-decided
it's whether or not I give my all
or how to approach
something with so much hope
something I could invariably adore
but not without giving away
little pieces of me some more.
I question if there's any left
since I don't make myself known
except when looking back
in fucking strength at what
i've done alone
but still that's...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 00:24am
11th Aug 2013 00:24am
Part II
I could fucking drown in the creases of your chest
or the lines between your nose and your lips
there's a genuine danger
I might have to cry
next time your fingers walk that circular dip
along my neck
People try for better, so I suppose i'm lucky
to wait and settle for something I didn't understand
in the hope it would turn out perfect
it didn't
but in ways that's the most perfect
I could ask for
ever.
There's a clamp in the back of my mind,
where I was prepared to put everything i'd ever thought of you
in the hope it...
or the lines between your nose and your lips
there's a genuine danger
I might have to cry
next time your fingers walk that circular dip
along my neck
People try for better, so I suppose i'm lucky
to wait and settle for something I didn't understand
in the hope it would turn out perfect
it didn't
but in ways that's the most perfect
I could ask for
ever.
There's a clamp in the back of my mind,
where I was prepared to put everything i'd ever thought of you
in the hope it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 00:24am
11th Aug 2013 00:24am
Part I
I may as well purge my souls and
fucking pack up bags of guts
become the charles manson
of love and other shit and make
my peace with loneliness
breaking other peoples happiness
who fucking needs happiness
if it only ever shows you how sad you can be.
I should sleep with the streets
and develop this worthlessness I teach
there ARE people who would have me
probably even for a price but does money
make something valuable or invaluable in this case
I'd pay to have you dead then I could
pretend that you were mine
somewhere along...
fucking pack up bags of guts
become the charles manson
of love and other shit and make
my peace with loneliness
breaking other peoples happiness
who fucking needs happiness
if it only ever shows you how sad you can be.
I should sleep with the streets
and develop this worthlessness I teach
there ARE people who would have me
probably even for a price but does money
make something valuable or invaluable in this case
I'd pay to have you dead then I could
pretend that you were mine
somewhere along...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 11:45pm
5th Aug 2013 11:45pm
I don't believe in anything
At risk of wavering
or labouring.
The heaviness on my lip hasn't lessened
I wouldn't call it stiff, just pleasant.
There's a strength in stability and promenence
I can look but mutable ideas gain me nothing
what's needed is a sense of independence
but what does the word mean
if I've chosen my preference.
Diagonal splits- my mind cant agree with the other side
I can only turn on myself
but does that show personal strength
or helplessness
This reflection suggests
I'm perhaps more than I was when I left
except I was...
or labouring.
The heaviness on my lip hasn't lessened
I wouldn't call it stiff, just pleasant.
There's a strength in stability and promenence
I can look but mutable ideas gain me nothing
what's needed is a sense of independence
but what does the word mean
if I've chosen my preference.
Diagonal splits- my mind cant agree with the other side
I can only turn on myself
but does that show personal strength
or helplessness
This reflection suggests
I'm perhaps more than I was when I left
except I was...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2013 11:27pm
15th Jul 2013 11:27pm
I'm Not Through
Supposing this means sorry:
I'm flimsy in a serated sort of way
jagged edged to hurt you and then myself.
I've only ever waited for myself,
never you.
Grand High Bitch wasn't even patient enough for that.
It feels like
angry, blank, red, alone, blank, black, teary, blank, blank, pathetic, red, blank, self-loathing,
blank.
Everything falls back to nothing,
but I barely remembered what nothing felt like.
You were always so secure
celophane eyes to wrap up my problems
now
you help create them
or do I.
I'm selfish at...
I'm flimsy in a serated sort of way
jagged edged to hurt you and then myself.
I've only ever waited for myself,
never you.
Grand High Bitch wasn't even patient enough for that.
It feels like
angry, blank, red, alone, blank, black, teary, blank, blank, pathetic, red, blank, self-loathing,
blank.
Everything falls back to nothing,
but I barely remembered what nothing felt like.
You were always so secure
celophane eyes to wrap up my problems
now
you help create them
or do I.
I'm selfish at...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2013 00:04am
15th Jul 2013 00:04am
Hiding Underneath My Bed
So inarticulate tonight- but stay there
please don't come back,
it's easier thinking you'd do right
than seeing you fuck up.
I live with the presence of inconsistency,
and misery
so become infidelity
and shoot by infrequently.
Those black clouds rain
more than sweat and anger beneath my skin
I could kill you
I swear to god I might
I can't have you?
Then no one will alright.
Concrete is so consistent
so smash your face into the pavement
like I did when I fell from your bicycle
and realize you've lost
when...
please don't come back,
it's easier thinking you'd do right
than seeing you fuck up.
I live with the presence of inconsistency,
and misery
so become infidelity
and shoot by infrequently.
Those black clouds rain
more than sweat and anger beneath my skin
I could kill you
I swear to god I might
I can't have you?
Then no one will alright.
Concrete is so consistent
so smash your face into the pavement
like I did when I fell from your bicycle
and realize you've lost
when...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 11:21pm
13th Jul 2013 11:21pm
Sleep Easy
Finding something beautiful to write about
when I'm so horrible
is difficult.
I won't cry, that's so weak, but I do
what am I if not
worthless.
It's like i've reached a shelf reserved for bones
there's no soul in this body
lemonade and old ladies
farmer's widow thinks I'm a 'townie'
at least to hurt is to feel something
better to serate my own skin
than let you think you have the power to
suicide is beautiful in theory
I've never known an emptiness, so much fucking nothing
leaving so much room
for so much...
when I'm so horrible
is difficult.
I won't cry, that's so weak, but I do
what am I if not
worthless.
It's like i've reached a shelf reserved for bones
there's no soul in this body
lemonade and old ladies
farmer's widow thinks I'm a 'townie'
at least to hurt is to feel something
better to serate my own skin
than let you think you have the power to
suicide is beautiful in theory
I've never known an emptiness, so much fucking nothing
leaving so much room
for so much...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 10:17pm
7th Jul 2013 10:17pm
Repetitive Thoughts
Sitting in a room of empty glasses
you've used up
each
and every
drop.
I have dropped
so much of my security and sense of authority
dignity and growing ambiguity
for one boy, the first boy-
who swifltly became the only boy.
The moment hardens into cough-sweets that sour and stick dry to my throat.
He stood under that light
when I didn't understand at the time
if we had saved or destroyed any remaining hope.
I remember looking back,
so dimly lit
You should either have left sooner or settled incontent
as this...
you've used up
each
and every
drop.
I have dropped
so much of my security and sense of authority
dignity and growing ambiguity
for one boy, the first boy-
who swifltly became the only boy.
The moment hardens into cough-sweets that sour and stick dry to my throat.
He stood under that light
when I didn't understand at the time
if we had saved or destroyed any remaining hope.
I remember looking back,
so dimly lit
You should either have left sooner or settled incontent
as this...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2013 11:28pm
6th Jul 2013 11:28pm
Organ Grinder
A checked skull hangs on my wall
while one stares you in the face
I would take its place
so you could wake up to a different kind of 'flesh-less'.
Feeling torn isn't this
when water acts like bleach making short-cuts through your lungs
I presume there's no better time to be defeated:
done.
My impatience is painful.
I'll know no existence when you return still existing
I need a fatal flaw
to worm my way inside of
feed for weeks until i'm safely
a parasite
your parasite.
Why would anyone whole have room for me?
...
while one stares you in the face
I would take its place
so you could wake up to a different kind of 'flesh-less'.
Feeling torn isn't this
when water acts like bleach making short-cuts through your lungs
I presume there's no better time to be defeated:
done.
My impatience is painful.
I'll know no existence when you return still existing
I need a fatal flaw
to worm my way inside of
feed for weeks until i'm safely
a parasite
your parasite.
Why would anyone whole have room for me?
...
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