Submissions by riyah_darling (DementedDamsel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 10:42am
8th Sep 2013 10:42am
Air
Air seems to be heavier for some.
They seem to get crushed
by its unforeseeable force,
and that's the problem.
It's always the kindest,
The most generous,
The loving,
The ones you'd least expect,
Who feel the heaviness the most.
They seem to get crushed
by its unforeseeable force,
and that's the problem.
It's always the kindest,
The most generous,
The loving,
The ones you'd least expect,
Who feel the heaviness the most.
761 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 12:14pm
7th Jul 2013 12:14pm
Chipped Coffee Mugs
Her body is entirely new and unexplored
with bones painfully sharp, and tiny
almost slender hands.
She has asthma but smokes anyways
no matter how many times I plead to her
after a dreadful coughing fit, and despite
her appearance, she is anything but fragile
and knows it.
After three years of being her best friend
and six months of being her fuck-buddy
I had never seen her cry until I stopped by
her apartment, littered with chipped coffee mugs
and destroyed canvases, and found her
curled up like she wished to fold into
herself;...
with bones painfully sharp, and tiny
almost slender hands.
She has asthma but smokes anyways
no matter how many times I plead to her
after a dreadful coughing fit, and despite
her appearance, she is anything but fragile
and knows it.
After three years of being her best friend
and six months of being her fuck-buddy
I had never seen her cry until I stopped by
her apartment, littered with chipped coffee mugs
and destroyed canvases, and found her
curled up like she wished to fold into
herself;...
744 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 11:59am
7th Jul 2013 11:59am
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If I had a stick right now I’d shove it
through the middle of your apology
just like we did with the marshmallows
at your brother’s summer bonfire
and hold it over an open flame
roasting away its insincerity
while flecks of guilt and lies flake off
and fall to the bottom of the embers, sitting among
the remnants of my foolishly glowing trust.
through the middle of your apology
just like we did with the marshmallows
at your brother’s summer bonfire
and hold it over an open flame
roasting away its insincerity
while flecks of guilt and lies flake off
and fall to the bottom of the embers, sitting among
the remnants of my foolishly glowing trust.
859 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2013 11:58am
2nd Jul 2013 11:58am
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My heart has bled
Everyday since you died
And that alone is a poem itself.
Everyday since you died
And that alone is a poem itself.
896 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 10:44am
5th Jun 2013 10:44am
R.I.P Callum William Sellwood ( My darling best friend)
You came around and made my seasons change
You came around, we held hands and shared the pain
You came around and we’d wipe each others tears away
We fought this battle together, and now solo I’ll do the same
The way you spoke, you could ease me without words
And now you're gone it makes me toss and turn
Your memories come around, and make sure that it hurts
They make sure that it hurts
When you're away
But up among the stars
I know that you’re safe and sound
and you still lift me up
Oh darling You lift me up
You’d come around and light up...
You came around, we held hands and shared the pain
You came around and we’d wipe each others tears away
We fought this battle together, and now solo I’ll do the same
The way you spoke, you could ease me without words
And now you're gone it makes me toss and turn
Your memories come around, and make sure that it hurts
They make sure that it hurts
When you're away
But up among the stars
I know that you’re safe and sound
and you still lift me up
Oh darling You lift me up
You’d come around and light up...
1555 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2013 10:21am
5th May 2013 10:21am
The need to feel
I'm starting to get sick
Of not feeling alive.
Cemeteries are not
the only places, the dead go.
And sometimes your ghosts
Live in your own backyard.
On the days I feel miserable
I sit for hours composing
My own epitaph
” Here are the remains
of a young girl.
Died; a long time ago
Stopped breathing: Age 17”
I know you are getting tired
of all my bad days
But please understand
Sometimes I need to destroy myself
Just to feel alive.
Of not feeling alive.
Cemeteries are not
the only places, the dead go.
And sometimes your ghosts
Live in your own backyard.
On the days I feel miserable
I sit for hours composing
My own epitaph
” Here are the remains
of a young girl.
Died; a long time ago
Stopped breathing: Age 17”
I know you are getting tired
of all my bad days
But please understand
Sometimes I need to destroy myself
Just to feel alive.
776 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2013 10:20am
5th May 2013 10:20am
Why love failed us
1. I am a tornado
in rough skies
I tend to destroy.
2. Our first night together
We were both sinking from
the weight of drunken sorrow
3. My box of razors is
next to your box of pills
Neither of which help us
4. We met due to our mutual love
towards our loneliness
5.You like painting the town red
I much prefer taking my
demons to bed.
in rough skies
I tend to destroy.
2. Our first night together
We were both sinking from
the weight of drunken sorrow
3. My box of razors is
next to your box of pills
Neither of which help us
4. We met due to our mutual love
towards our loneliness
5.You like painting the town red
I much prefer taking my
demons to bed.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 6:22am
9th Jan 2012 6:22am
White walls
The walls laugh at us
wallowing in our drained spirits.
We're almost as whitewashed as them
but they have more energy than we do.
They stand, so masculine --
Foundations made of cement and brick,
and we ,the lost
lie crumpled
Like a builders remnents
after a hard days work.
Atleast we have one thing in equality--
We both share popularity
in stares
wallowing in our drained spirits.
We're almost as whitewashed as them
but they have more energy than we do.
They stand, so masculine --
Foundations made of cement and brick,
and we ,the lost
lie crumpled
Like a builders remnents
after a hard days work.
Atleast we have one thing in equality--
We both share popularity
in stares
931 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 8:51am
14th Dec 2011 8:51am
suicide
Down on the jetty
Her frail bones drape,
over into the water
Her toes and coldness chatter --
a friendship long forgotten.
Her wrists lay, exposed
The storms are dangerously brewing.
Knives gleam darkest in the dark,
and tonight the stars
have retreated home
behind the northern clouds.
Breath short,
The lake silently sighs
Scarlet emotions
are scattered across the sky.
Hush little darling,
Pour salt into your wounds.
Swim until you can't see the shore
and return home -
Just a tenant in your mothers womb.
Her frail bones drape,
over into the water
Her toes and coldness chatter --
a friendship long forgotten.
Her wrists lay, exposed
The storms are dangerously brewing.
Knives gleam darkest in the dark,
and tonight the stars
have retreated home
behind the northern clouds.
Breath short,
The lake silently sighs
Scarlet emotions
are scattered across the sky.
Hush little darling,
Pour salt into your wounds.
Swim until you can't see the shore
and return home -
Just a tenant in your mothers womb.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 8:49am
3rd Sep 2011 8:49am
Dad
I shouldn't hate you
For you have taught me
What hurt is physically.
You mantled a smile
To teach the definition of lies
'Oh you wore it so crookedly.
When I was 9 you treated me
Like a daddy should only treat mummy.
You taught me how to fear.
So when the night turned cold
And my bruises ached
Your name would burn, and warm my tears.
For you have taught me
What hurt is physically.
You mantled a smile
To teach the definition of lies
'Oh you wore it so crookedly.
When I was 9 you treated me
Like a daddy should only treat mummy.
You taught me how to fear.
So when the night turned cold
And my bruises ached
Your name would burn, and warm my tears.
919 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2011 9:46pm
23rd Aug 2011 9:46pm
porcelain faith
Huddled on the floor I silently weep
and in despair gaze
Into the distance washed blank :
Solitary in the lonely blackness,
A sullen man sleeps
Yet still he lights the sky,
A resemblance of my faith
A dull porcelain
Yet still holding value in prosperity.
For years I have mistreated him so,
Lost myself in the remnants of broken promises
And lived a lie of an extinguished flame.
Once a weary eye has sighted
a bargain for it's worth ;
That eye should rightfully stay affixed.
and in despair gaze
Into the distance washed blank :
Solitary in the lonely blackness,
A sullen man sleeps
Yet still he lights the sky,
A resemblance of my faith
A dull porcelain
Yet still holding value in prosperity.
For years I have mistreated him so,
Lost myself in the remnants of broken promises
And lived a lie of an extinguished flame.
Once a weary eye has sighted
a bargain for it's worth ;
That eye should rightfully stay affixed.
814 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2011 5:01am
11th Jul 2011 5:01am
Listen to your heart ?
My skin so innocent
Silently pleads for adoration.
A kiss from its owner,
a comforting stroke similar to that of a hug.
A simple reminder, that everything’s okay.
Sadly it is a rarity, for these actions to occur.
My hand so fragile shakes seemingly effortlessly.
Unsteady rhythmic beats of my heart,
put me into a state of disquiet.
Alone and vulnerable, I linger in the corner,
It’s my mind against my heart, and my heart is winning.
Finding comfort in things beneficial is almost impossible for me.
The battle for stability...
Silently pleads for adoration.
A kiss from its owner,
a comforting stroke similar to that of a hug.
A simple reminder, that everything’s okay.
Sadly it is a rarity, for these actions to occur.
My hand so fragile shakes seemingly effortlessly.
Unsteady rhythmic beats of my heart,
put me into a state of disquiet.
Alone and vulnerable, I linger in the corner,
It’s my mind against my heart, and my heart is winning.
Finding comfort in things beneficial is almost impossible for me.
The battle for stability...
923 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by riyah_darling (DementedDamsel)
