Submissions by renemarzuk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2012 12:37pm
10th May 2012 12:37pm
Exhausted
Exhausted. Tired. Looking forward leaving, destructing, not achieving, uncompromising. Uncompromising? Boundlessly free...
I mean what the fuck do I care what you may or may not think about myself or about who I am.
I am here.
I'm struggling, fighting to become a full human being.
My goal is not to prove you wrong or to go against your standards, against the bricks you used to build your life and assert your self.
My goal is to build my own, to complete the man I am.
I can't just be walking on stilts, fearing at every moment I might...
I mean what the fuck do I care what you may or may not think about myself or about who I am.
I am here.
I'm struggling, fighting to become a full human being.
My goal is not to prove you wrong or to go against your standards, against the bricks you used to build your life and assert your self.
My goal is to build my own, to complete the man I am.
I can't just be walking on stilts, fearing at every moment I might...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2012 11:54pm
9th May 2012 11:54pm
Where Are You Reader
i've looked in so many places
in so many faces
where are you reader
i long for you
come
and take all the love i'm capable of
in exchange of your understanding
anything
to feel understood in the way i know you can
there is no meaning to myself without you
my hopes are tied
to the unproven fact of your existence
of your being there
waiting
feeling awkward
itching where no hand can scratch
maybe
who knows
you also cry at night knowing that it hurts
and are unable to explain what
or why
or maybe not ...
in so many faces
where are you reader
i long for you
come
and take all the love i'm capable of
in exchange of your understanding
anything
to feel understood in the way i know you can
there is no meaning to myself without you
my hopes are tied
to the unproven fact of your existence
of your being there
waiting
feeling awkward
itching where no hand can scratch
maybe
who knows
you also cry at night knowing that it hurts
and are unable to explain what
or why
or maybe not ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2012 11:41pm
9th May 2012 11:41pm
Balance
Do you remember when we hugged in front of a window and levitated so high and so cold but together and always part of something bigger or maybe just part of that something smaller we were which was so big when it was so close? Can you remember? Every minute we spent together and all I could see were your eyes and your body in close-up: the line of your neck, the shape of your back, the light against your arm. Whenever my head leaned over your shoulder, I would lose myself in your pores.
When you left we said goodbye at the station. You started becoming smaller in the sea of people and...
When you left we said goodbye at the station. You started becoming smaller in the sea of people and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2012 3:21pm
9th May 2012 3:21pm
Untitled
I look at you and the words won't come out of my mouth. The things I wanted to say die inside me as I stay still, full of dead words and corpse phrases. Then I realize I have killed them. Because I'm in shock I don't even attempt to cover my traces, so the evidence scattered around the scene leads unequivocally back to me.
When the police arrive and surround my home with their cars and their lights and their sirens, I will declare myself guilty and follow them silently.
When the police arrive and surround my home with their cars and their lights and their sirens, I will declare myself guilty and follow them silently.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2012 1:56pm
9th May 2012 1:56pm
Listen
Listen, person, listen carefully, I was here and I lived and I cut myself with razors because I was curious and wanted to be familiar with pain and I didn't just use metal blades but also psychological ones. I cut myself every night in front of the mirror and walked around the streets covered in wounds nobody could see. I went to parties and high-class events where no one could tell I was bleeding. The only twist is that I really wanted to be happy; you know that, right? Everything I did, everything I do... I never wanted to be anything but happy. Truly. Honestly. There was nothing I wanted...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2012 1:31am
9th May 2012 1:31am
Where Do Poems Come From?
It struck me
When I watched you sleeping
Crouching into yourself as if building a fortress with your own body
Stretching your arms and your legs as if trying to reach something that always escaped you
Raising and shaking your head with the sort of conviction I've wished I had
It struck me
As I was saying
When I watched you sleeping
And by the way you looked like a child again
And I wanted to hug you
But you pushed me away with a condescending gesture
You were fighting dragons
Naturally
And I wanted to stand by the bedroom door with my arms...
When I watched you sleeping
Crouching into yourself as if building a fortress with your own body
Stretching your arms and your legs as if trying to reach something that always escaped you
Raising and shaking your head with the sort of conviction I've wished I had
It struck me
As I was saying
When I watched you sleeping
And by the way you looked like a child again
And I wanted to hug you
But you pushed me away with a condescending gesture
You were fighting dragons
Naturally
And I wanted to stand by the bedroom door with my arms...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2012 1:29am
9th May 2012 1:29am
In the Ballroom
Distance is the dance we dance.
You take three steps forward. I take three steps backward.
You lean to the right. I lean to the left.
The music no one hears spills over the white walls.
We bow, we smile, we exchange platitudes.
We don't touch.
The book of rules lies open on a nearby table.
If I make a mistake, you hide your face behind a hand-held fan.
I never know when you blush.
I never know when you cry.
We shall never be found in the same place at the same time.
You go here. I go there.
You jump. I crouch.
We shall never meet each...
You take three steps forward. I take three steps backward.
You lean to the right. I lean to the left.
The music no one hears spills over the white walls.
We bow, we smile, we exchange platitudes.
We don't touch.
The book of rules lies open on a nearby table.
If I make a mistake, you hide your face behind a hand-held fan.
I never know when you blush.
I never know when you cry.
We shall never be found in the same place at the same time.
You go here. I go there.
You jump. I crouch.
We shall never meet each...
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