Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 1:08pm
26th Jan 2013 1:08pm
Hello
I can't stretch out onto severed trees
they'd splinter my hands
And my hands are all I have left on my body
to rely on
because they haven't strangled me yet.
I can claw my way up to where I think I was
but the nail marks in my surroundings
don't trigger much
a pause
for the things that I meant
and the suicidal tendencies
to retreat from you
and run fists first back to me.
they'd splinter my hands
And my hands are all I have left on my body
to rely on
because they haven't strangled me yet.
I can claw my way up to where I think I was
but the nail marks in my surroundings
don't trigger much
a pause
for the things that I meant
and the suicidal tendencies
to retreat from you
and run fists first back to me.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 4:37pm
5th Dec 2012 4:37pm
It would be called guilt, If I was nice enough
I've given him 11 months
and saturdays and sundays,
some school days and lunchtimes,
so many of my workbreaks.
I've walked with him
and slept with him
cried next to him.
Then I worked with him
and walked with him
and went with him
then fell with him.
I gave him nothing at all
I gave him too much, It's disgusting.
and saturdays and sundays,
some school days and lunchtimes,
so many of my workbreaks.
I've walked with him
and slept with him
cried next to him.
Then I worked with him
and walked with him
and went with him
then fell with him.
I gave him nothing at all
I gave him too much, It's disgusting.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2012 9:21pm
2nd Dec 2012 9:21pm
He's yours, and so am I
There's this little blue hat
and I won't let you wear it
it's mine.
How does that feel?
Is it really that strange that I want something to be mine.
You say you're mine
but you aren't
really?
seriously.
invariably.
In ways and most days he's mine
and never yours.
Being admired isn't too explicit
bedside table
chest of drawers
there you see, I made it explicit.
He's mine a little more right now
and he's always mine in my head.
It's funny that I can have you anytime you want me
and...
and I won't let you wear it
it's mine.
How does that feel?
Is it really that strange that I want something to be mine.
You say you're mine
but you aren't
really?
seriously.
invariably.
In ways and most days he's mine
and never yours.
Being admired isn't too explicit
bedside table
chest of drawers
there you see, I made it explicit.
He's mine a little more right now
and he's always mine in my head.
It's funny that I can have you anytime you want me
and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2012 9:06pm
7th Oct 2012 9:06pm
Tit for Tat?
I used to feel so attached
liked falling sharply when you left
I can't fall back onto your daggers
every time I turn my head.
It’s indiscreet, I know I show
like the covers on your bed
only this time I don’t think you know
and I fucking hope you don't instead.
You'll always be you
and for now he's a he,
but I can't tell anymore on my own
whether literary terms are that convincing
or are ever more intrusion-prone.
I wish that dates were again like figs
so I could pick something far more sweet,
and so I...
liked falling sharply when you left
I can't fall back onto your daggers
every time I turn my head.
It’s indiscreet, I know I show
like the covers on your bed
only this time I don’t think you know
and I fucking hope you don't instead.
You'll always be you
and for now he's a he,
but I can't tell anymore on my own
whether literary terms are that convincing
or are ever more intrusion-prone.
I wish that dates were again like figs
so I could pick something far more sweet,
and so I...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 11:21pm
20th Sep 2012 11:21pm
Fluidity and Ingenuity
Confiscation of midnight subtlety
and sophistication of the evening's company
doesn't mean i'll feel any more like somebody.
And I'm afraid that it's not just suddenly.
Your bouncy curls, they sprang to see me
now they're so much more fucking gutsy
and I suppose, like you, tamed to smoothness
just a little more difficult to forsee
I used to cross thoughts with your pretty mind
similarities are both difficult
and blind.
But how they chained themselves to our dreaming
and now collapse to form the screaming
later screening.
...
and sophistication of the evening's company
doesn't mean i'll feel any more like somebody.
And I'm afraid that it's not just suddenly.
Your bouncy curls, they sprang to see me
now they're so much more fucking gutsy
and I suppose, like you, tamed to smoothness
just a little more difficult to forsee
I used to cross thoughts with your pretty mind
similarities are both difficult
and blind.
But how they chained themselves to our dreaming
and now collapse to form the screaming
later screening.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 11:02pm
6th Sep 2012 11:02pm
Rulers
Do your feet feel like they're sinking?
I can stand next to you for hours
and feel like you're no where near at all.
Does that equate to missing
dismissing,
or finding little left here, through the hissing.
I don't understand why we're kissing.
I've met controversy,
but I must be no longer worthy
now at your mercy
I was always so strong
But I suppose that dignity means nothing
because I've given it up, for really, quite long.
I can't work out if it's ironic
that I feel most alien
when you're lying with...
I can stand next to you for hours
and feel like you're no where near at all.
Does that equate to missing
dismissing,
or finding little left here, through the hissing.
I don't understand why we're kissing.
I've met controversy,
but I must be no longer worthy
now at your mercy
I was always so strong
But I suppose that dignity means nothing
because I've given it up, for really, quite long.
I can't work out if it's ironic
that I feel most alien
when you're lying with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 10:49pm
3rd Sep 2012 10:49pm
And I Thought That Grinding Was a Cooking Term..
So there's the breathing, then the wheazing,
and the hands that aren't quite teasing
but appeasing.
Is this how you want to play it?
I've never been the first, and I
might
just
be the last
to say it.
Oh give over,
with a hand to fumble on the zipper and
such pressure with the clipper,
take a breath
and make this
s
l
i
c
k
e
r
-she says in her cherry lace knickers.
I can take a bump
and i'll take a couple
but that
I'm afraid
is quite the trouble
you're so soft...
and the hands that aren't quite teasing
but appeasing.
Is this how you want to play it?
I've never been the first, and I
might
just
be the last
to say it.
Oh give over,
with a hand to fumble on the zipper and
such pressure with the clipper,
take a breath
and make this
s
l
i
c
k
e
r
-she says in her cherry lace knickers.
I can take a bump
and i'll take a couple
but that
I'm afraid
is quite the trouble
you're so soft...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2012 11:15pm
1st Sep 2012 11:15pm
Super Glue isn't too Super
Clinical adhesives
let me down
somehow
as the broke back opaque
paired with hand-me-downs
grew deeper into trails of thought
till snails of thought
left slime and made things opaque once again.
I'd like to see in audacity
not transparency
but in catastrophe
I’ll take familiarity
over the PVA of the debt crisis
or the prit-stick of childhood obesity
perhaps the super glue was always out of my league...
or is it these traits
condemnations of fate
that have made it fatigue
to...
let me down
somehow
as the broke back opaque
paired with hand-me-downs
grew deeper into trails of thought
till snails of thought
left slime and made things opaque once again.
I'd like to see in audacity
not transparency
but in catastrophe
I’ll take familiarity
over the PVA of the debt crisis
or the prit-stick of childhood obesity
perhaps the super glue was always out of my league...
or is it these traits
condemnations of fate
that have made it fatigue
to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 00:19am
30th Aug 2012 00:19am
Clinical Floccinaucinihilipilification
Self indulgence carries some pride,
in this "sorry but our hands are tied".
a Hickman line
to back in time.
I need a retrospective find-
who can't be civil when so inclined?
I really need back my MRI-nd.
Tip-i-toes,
all over you.
Why would I make a footprint when I never made an imprint?
a "come-in"-print.
I can make tea for two,
but I wouldn't let scolding water,
or herbal intoxicants
any where near you
'till you've caught her.
Then it's tea for three anyway, isn't it?
in this "sorry but our hands are tied".
a Hickman line
to back in time.
I need a retrospective find-
who can't be civil when so inclined?
I really need back my MRI-nd.
Tip-i-toes,
all over you.
Why would I make a footprint when I never made an imprint?
a "come-in"-print.
I can make tea for two,
but I wouldn't let scolding water,
or herbal intoxicants
any where near you
'till you've caught her.
Then it's tea for three anyway, isn't it?
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 00:06am
30th Aug 2012 00:06am
Smiles are getting faker everyday
Stay treacle-edged while overseas,
just like I taught
oh pretty please?
Don't parallel to above the knees,
your sudocrem lines will taint.
My squeeze.
No paralysis or reaching nirvan-her
my emphasis is no disarm-er,
but in loneliness-
"you shouldn't harm her."
I've bitten nails right to the seams,
and my lips are half peeled
with a split in between.
Picked my face; hands septically clean.
I'd watch your tongue, then again I'd watch them all.
Is it just that I enjoy appall?
Maybe for once...
just like I taught
oh pretty please?
Don't parallel to above the knees,
your sudocrem lines will taint.
My squeeze.
No paralysis or reaching nirvan-her
my emphasis is no disarm-er,
but in loneliness-
"you shouldn't harm her."
I've bitten nails right to the seams,
and my lips are half peeled
with a split in between.
Picked my face; hands septically clean.
I'd watch your tongue, then again I'd watch them all.
Is it just that I enjoy appall?
Maybe for once...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 11:53pm
27th Aug 2012 11:53pm
Someone lock up the "soppy" so I can't abuse it anymore
You have curly hair that drips brown on your cheek
and eats up your eyes
oh they're making me weak.
Your eyelashes are long
yes they really are quite long
but I've always thought you're pretty
despite you wishing I was wrong.
Then, your shirt clings to your chest,
and makes a peak at your waist
its the clarity of your skin
that enables such perfect taste.
And when you limp kisses all around me
i'll admit they're sloppier, sweet
still when your teeth make tiny castles
I'm protected in vivid concrete.
Of your tiny...
and eats up your eyes
oh they're making me weak.
Your eyelashes are long
yes they really are quite long
but I've always thought you're pretty
despite you wishing I was wrong.
Then, your shirt clings to your chest,
and makes a peak at your waist
its the clarity of your skin
that enables such perfect taste.
And when you limp kisses all around me
i'll admit they're sloppier, sweet
still when your teeth make tiny castles
I'm protected in vivid concrete.
Of your tiny...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 11:10pm
27th Aug 2012 11:10pm
Is it still dreaming, when you wake up screaming?
Why's my message ignored I wonder,
the life of the technological scaremonger,
I miss your bare feet
and slightly plump under.
It's not the night, but the mornings I blunder.
To dream of you was such a sweet thing,
now it's a that's-too-rotten-to-eat-thing
a foil layer of you secreting
as congenial messages remain so defeating.
Separations;
days to follow.
Connotations;
I'm so hollow.
It's the backlash of your beauty
and the fact that I'm so fruity.
Basking, bathing, granting cover
from the...
the life of the technological scaremonger,
I miss your bare feet
and slightly plump under.
It's not the night, but the mornings I blunder.
To dream of you was such a sweet thing,
now it's a that's-too-rotten-to-eat-thing
a foil layer of you secreting
as congenial messages remain so defeating.
Separations;
days to follow.
Connotations;
I'm so hollow.
It's the backlash of your beauty
and the fact that I'm so fruity.
Basking, bathing, granting cover
from the...
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