Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 11:04pm
7th Jun 2013 11:04pm
Hopefulness
I'm a pin cushion
to my own mind
There were promises
that made a perfect plaster cast:
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin.” [1]
I appreciate
his lack,
of predictability, and yet your total
obviousness, at that.
Am I behaving so obscenely
that your eyes
cant absolve to meet
mine, so cleanly?
Like a conscience
he speaks so wearily
when all I want to do
is assure him so terribly
he's a rarity
such dexterity.
For now be...
to my own mind
There were promises
that made a perfect plaster cast:
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin.” [1]
I appreciate
his lack,
of predictability, and yet your total
obviousness, at that.
Am I behaving so obscenely
that your eyes
cant absolve to meet
mine, so cleanly?
Like a conscience
he speaks so wearily
when all I want to do
is assure him so terribly
he's a rarity
such dexterity.
For now be...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 00:41am
4th Jun 2013 00:41am
That felt good
Going forward
I let drop a pair of cowboy boots and
some old train tickets
to small cafes I resented.
There's a painting that doesn't hang anymore
a valentines card with a gerbil in a car
A Christmas tree with fairy lights got put away in January
but the empty cuddles didn't till just now.
I can taste cellophane
maybe I wrapped this up too tight
things don't go off if the air can't reach them
suppose that means
they cant breathe
either.
You were the artist, the musician
I had no music or art
that...
I let drop a pair of cowboy boots and
some old train tickets
to small cafes I resented.
There's a painting that doesn't hang anymore
a valentines card with a gerbil in a car
A Christmas tree with fairy lights got put away in January
but the empty cuddles didn't till just now.
I can taste cellophane
maybe I wrapped this up too tight
things don't go off if the air can't reach them
suppose that means
they cant breathe
either.
You were the artist, the musician
I had no music or art
that...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2013 1:21am
31st May 2013 1:21am
How it felt - the joys of hindsight
Parisienne air
streetlights filled with wine
slip suspenders to my thighs.
Make me an object
of inconsistency.
Grab my neck
and indent my skin
I don't want to feel loved.
I want cane marks on my back
with your blood in my nails
seeing red
only red
four poster lust
choking on fine lace garters
then just hair
there's pain in thin air.
Needle marks between my toes
like an oil painting
Dorian Grey
breath is dimmer
pulse psychopathic.
The cigarette burn...
streetlights filled with wine
slip suspenders to my thighs.
Make me an object
of inconsistency.
Grab my neck
and indent my skin
I don't want to feel loved.
I want cane marks on my back
with your blood in my nails
seeing red
only red
four poster lust
choking on fine lace garters
then just hair
there's pain in thin air.
Needle marks between my toes
like an oil painting
Dorian Grey
breath is dimmer
pulse psychopathic.
The cigarette burn...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2013 1:08am
31st May 2013 1:08am
Negligent Company
You can lay by 3 flowers
then there's a river
treacle-footprints
pasty-water
that bench tugs
so vividly
bringing dreams to violent standstills.
I hope this stings.
Seeing through the walls
1 submission each hour
I suppose I owe myself some negligent company.
Oh Yeats 'the center cannot hold'
my ironic centralization
of you
stands to redeem itself
yet again
from my misery.
I hate myself for being pathetic.
Pedantic?
Terrific.
I loved to pretend I was miserable,
that predicament came too...
then there's a river
treacle-footprints
pasty-water
that bench tugs
so vividly
bringing dreams to violent standstills.
I hope this stings.
Seeing through the walls
1 submission each hour
I suppose I owe myself some negligent company.
Oh Yeats 'the center cannot hold'
my ironic centralization
of you
stands to redeem itself
yet again
from my misery.
I hate myself for being pathetic.
Pedantic?
Terrific.
I loved to pretend I was miserable,
that predicament came too...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2013 11:45pm
27th May 2013 11:45pm
Rambling thought I suppose
You make me want to read.
Library books and the smell of old parchment
as I fall asleep
feeling closer to you.
I want to paint your cheeks
then things remind me of him
and I could cry but I wont
because I don't understand if it's a worthwhile approach.
He's still there
behaving so appropriately that it taunts me
I'm stifling the parts of me
that want to make me lie next to you
and keeping the parts that make nothing.
I want something weightless with depth
that can throw you into recalling memories which tear you to...
Library books and the smell of old parchment
as I fall asleep
feeling closer to you.
I want to paint your cheeks
then things remind me of him
and I could cry but I wont
because I don't understand if it's a worthwhile approach.
He's still there
behaving so appropriately that it taunts me
I'm stifling the parts of me
that want to make me lie next to you
and keeping the parts that make nothing.
I want something weightless with depth
that can throw you into recalling memories which tear you to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2013 10:54pm
8th May 2013 10:54pm
Showery Thoughts
My head ties itself in knots
around you and forces itself to commit
but it is as I want to
not as I need to one bit.
I wait until 5, what is +7 anyway
you stayed up until 4
you need to sleep to dream at all
I suppose perhaps you're after more.
'Pin me down' like you said you wouldn't
in whatever sense you please
I'm a note at the worst of times
and at even better on my knees
I tread into eggshells 'I need you'
but you've made some sort of peace
and it's those pieces of you I adore
hoping I'm all right
maybe at least.
around you and forces itself to commit
but it is as I want to
not as I need to one bit.
I wait until 5, what is +7 anyway
you stayed up until 4
you need to sleep to dream at all
I suppose perhaps you're after more.
'Pin me down' like you said you wouldn't
in whatever sense you please
I'm a note at the worst of times
and at even better on my knees
I tread into eggshells 'I need you'
but you've made some sort of peace
and it's those pieces of you I adore
hoping I'm all right
maybe at least.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2013 8:10pm
6th May 2013 8:10pm
Give me will (Undertones)
I wouldn't say I'm broken,
but I will mend so beautifully.
I can thaw from frozen
one day to the dozen
until again
I'm a person
So many interests flock to me,
but in every typicality
it's only you
I see.
I'm muddled in every sense
so what makes sense
doesn't mean, hence
that I'm sorted in my thought.
My 'you's have changed,
and it doesn't feel
that
strange
as I've been twisting thoughts for so long
around little fingers
and witchy prerogatives
to remind me that my...
but I will mend so beautifully.
I can thaw from frozen
one day to the dozen
until again
I'm a person
So many interests flock to me,
but in every typicality
it's only you
I see.
I'm muddled in every sense
so what makes sense
doesn't mean, hence
that I'm sorted in my thought.
My 'you's have changed,
and it doesn't feel
that
strange
as I've been twisting thoughts for so long
around little fingers
and witchy prerogatives
to remind me that my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 5:51pm
8th Feb 2013 5:51pm
Jammy Bastard
You're like dipping jam
down
concrete hand-prints
the leafy strides
pick flowers at our sides
and haven't wilted since.
Sleeping eyes
lie awake
with your most silent dreams
I complete circular glances
then your glasses
then your jeans.
Towel down my tears
a lace lamp light
leaves scurrying shadows
the porcelain creases
terracotta-white.
Taste of wardrobes
dust burning candles
bubble bath drifting
asleep in the wrong clothes
or are they the right ones?
I'll tell you I'm asking.
these...
down
concrete hand-prints
the leafy strides
pick flowers at our sides
and haven't wilted since.
Sleeping eyes
lie awake
with your most silent dreams
I complete circular glances
then your glasses
then your jeans.
Towel down my tears
a lace lamp light
leaves scurrying shadows
the porcelain creases
terracotta-white.
Taste of wardrobes
dust burning candles
bubble bath drifting
asleep in the wrong clothes
or are they the right ones?
I'll tell you I'm asking.
these...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 5:50pm
8th Feb 2013 5:50pm
Theories
You plead, beg, cry dandelions
mowed by lawnmowers in the sun.
Oh from a bed too cold for two,
I can collect the fleeting shadows
of the dusky bloating that left this side of our rock
gloating,
floating,
on what's left of polluted street lights.
In the glares of frisky lime-lights,
that reduced us to all we were made for
self-destructing,
and finding peace with not knowing.
We wood-chip on scattered surroundings,
whilst surrounding,
only ever surrounding,
can we do more than just surround?
Or is that...
mowed by lawnmowers in the sun.
Oh from a bed too cold for two,
I can collect the fleeting shadows
of the dusky bloating that left this side of our rock
gloating,
floating,
on what's left of polluted street lights.
In the glares of frisky lime-lights,
that reduced us to all we were made for
self-destructing,
and finding peace with not knowing.
We wood-chip on scattered surroundings,
whilst surrounding,
only ever surrounding,
can we do more than just surround?
Or is that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2013 9:38pm
4th Feb 2013 9:38pm
You're tolerable
Your have eyes to break the front of my ribs
two cheeks to cuddle the tip of my nose
After night time walking and dreaming near you
I'm afraid I love you doesn't come close.
two cheeks to cuddle the tip of my nose
After night time walking and dreaming near you
I'm afraid I love you doesn't come close.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 00:32am
27th Jan 2013 00:32am
Fox
I can give you odds of a million to one,
that I can break the best in everyone.
You're a trickier match
a sharper knife
And I think, for that, I owe you my life.
that I can break the best in everyone.
You're a trickier match
a sharper knife
And I think, for that, I owe you my life.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 00:25am
27th Jan 2013 00:25am
Clawing my way back
Can you stroke my skin?
As the scattered nail marks
Pencil thin
Dictate the trail your touches make
As off-my-shoulder circles break.
I loathed the dark for what he sees could
create a need for deeper seams.
Whereas the day tore off in a different shade
my nails across my shoulder blade.
The clincal white of what i'd done
drew drops of blood from every disgresion
I'd picked at scabs that covered still
the basis
of what's fake and real.
The fakeness of your unfocussed eyes...
As the scattered nail marks
Pencil thin
Dictate the trail your touches make
As off-my-shoulder circles break.
I loathed the dark for what he sees could
create a need for deeper seams.
Whereas the day tore off in a different shade
my nails across my shoulder blade.
The clincal white of what i'd done
drew drops of blood from every disgresion
I'd picked at scabs that covered still
the basis
of what's fake and real.
The fakeness of your unfocussed eyes...
727 reads
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