Submissions by rubearh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 5:01am
4th Jan 2014 5:01am
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Things I need more of in my life:
1. Late nights full of sweat pants and bad TV and food that makes me feel good now and fat later.
2. Taco Bell at three in the morning with my best friend while we cry together over some ass-hole who broke both of our hearts at one point. Who needs him anyways, right?
3. Walks alone early in the morning. No destination.
4. Hot showers with loud music. Note to self: Buy speakers.
5. Colored ink pens.
6. One night stands with no sex. Honest to goodness encounters with strangers with...
1. Late nights full of sweat pants and bad TV and food that makes me feel good now and fat later.
2. Taco Bell at three in the morning with my best friend while we cry together over some ass-hole who broke both of our hearts at one point. Who needs him anyways, right?
3. Walks alone early in the morning. No destination.
4. Hot showers with loud music. Note to self: Buy speakers.
5. Colored ink pens.
6. One night stands with no sex. Honest to goodness encounters with strangers with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 4:14am
29th Nov 2013 4:14am
Pheromones.
I want your
lips pressed against mine.
I want your hands on me, pulling me close;
pull me near and nearer until we're one. Joined.
Bite my lip until it bleeds.
Kiss the pain away.
Trail your fingers down my spine
and make me shiver.
I want you in every way.
lips pressed against mine.
I want your hands on me, pulling me close;
pull me near and nearer until we're one. Joined.
Bite my lip until it bleeds.
Kiss the pain away.
Trail your fingers down my spine
and make me shiver.
I want you in every way.
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 6:38am
26th Nov 2013 6:38am
Dreams.
I find myself most lonely when I'm about to fall asleep
and I realize I'm about to be completely alone
with just my thoughts.
And my thoughts hate me.
And no one is there to help keep them from hurting me.
And so they do.
and I realize I'm about to be completely alone
with just my thoughts.
And my thoughts hate me.
And no one is there to help keep them from hurting me.
And so they do.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 9:39pm
24th Nov 2013 9:39pm
Sleep.
I'm going to take a bunch of sleeping pills
and I'll never have to wake up again.
It's just that simple and,
Lord,
I can't wait to be gone.
I'm so very tired.
I'm so very weary.
I'm so very sad.
I'm so very sleepy.
It's just that simple and,
Lord,
I can't wait to be gone.
and I'll never have to wake up again.
It's just that simple and,
Lord,
I can't wait to be gone.
I'm so very tired.
I'm so very weary.
I'm so very sad.
I'm so very sleepy.
It's just that simple and,
Lord,
I can't wait to be gone.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 10:34pm
1st Oct 2013 10:34pm
Hallucinogens.
My guitar has no strings and that makes it hard to play. I've lost faith in what sparks all my passion like the faithful when they learn all the pleasures of sinning.
May I kiss you dear?
'Cause I've been seeing you in my dreams, but just barely.
You'll sit in the corner of the pub with an ice tea in hand, and you'll be flirting with some attractive woman with a heavy southern accent; we'll make eye contact for the breifest moment and then I continue on with my life.
But I remember you; you are defined. You're ingrained into my being.
Baby, you're...
May I kiss you dear?
'Cause I've been seeing you in my dreams, but just barely.
You'll sit in the corner of the pub with an ice tea in hand, and you'll be flirting with some attractive woman with a heavy southern accent; we'll make eye contact for the breifest moment and then I continue on with my life.
But I remember you; you are defined. You're ingrained into my being.
Baby, you're...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 3:32pm
25th Sep 2013 3:32pm
Human
I'm just human and I'm so very fragile.
Darling, my heart is made of glass
And you like to play soccer
With my insides.
You kick my organs and I shatter
Ever so sweetly.
I love that you choose to destroy me.
Petty, simple, obnoxious me.
I'm just human and I'm so very weak.
My skin bursts into flames with just a single touch
And you love to leave burn scars on my hands;
You think my blistered lips are cause for joy.
My dear, take all the pleasure in my pain you please.
I love that you choose to destroy me.
Blistered,...
Darling, my heart is made of glass
And you like to play soccer
With my insides.
You kick my organs and I shatter
Ever so sweetly.
I love that you choose to destroy me.
Petty, simple, obnoxious me.
I'm just human and I'm so very weak.
My skin bursts into flames with just a single touch
And you love to leave burn scars on my hands;
You think my blistered lips are cause for joy.
My dear, take all the pleasure in my pain you please.
I love that you choose to destroy me.
Blistered,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 00:03am
13th Aug 2013 00:03am
A masochist at it's most vulnerable.
I thought poetry was a safe outlet.
But no.
Words are razor sharp and they cut like blade.
They gut into your stomach and leave you bleeding internally.
They crush your equilibrium and leave you woozy.
You can feel your blood pumping throughout your spirit
battering your skin like a musician would a drum.
And Darling I can see you bruising.
But don't you fret.
I've got the perfect remedy.
Just once, feel something delicate and let it
thrive within your being.
Blossom something wholesome and healthy
and put it down in ink....
But no.
Words are razor sharp and they cut like blade.
They gut into your stomach and leave you bleeding internally.
They crush your equilibrium and leave you woozy.
You can feel your blood pumping throughout your spirit
battering your skin like a musician would a drum.
And Darling I can see you bruising.
But don't you fret.
I've got the perfect remedy.
Just once, feel something delicate and let it
thrive within your being.
Blossom something wholesome and healthy
and put it down in ink....
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2013 11:45pm
12th Aug 2013 11:45pm
Romanticizing The End Of Us. (You were such an ungrateful bitch and I'm bitter)
This isn't anxiety anymore; this is full on rage, and I'm sick and tired of all your passive aggressive ways.
I need you to yell at me and to scream at me. Won't you tell me why it’s all wrong?
Because it’s making me sick to my stomach pretending it’s all okay.
And for far too long you've been holding down my wrist and carving into it what’s wrong with me.
And I can't seem to forget these invisible scars.
And while yours were much more real, I never put them there,
and I never once saw anybody stare like they stare at me now, my dear, dear, old best friend. La...
I need you to yell at me and to scream at me. Won't you tell me why it’s all wrong?
Because it’s making me sick to my stomach pretending it’s all okay.
And for far too long you've been holding down my wrist and carving into it what’s wrong with me.
And I can't seem to forget these invisible scars.
And while yours were much more real, I never put them there,
and I never once saw anybody stare like they stare at me now, my dear, dear, old best friend. La...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 6:47am
20th Jul 2013 6:47am
Kitties and War.
I was on a train one day,
on my way to
somewhere rather
irrelevant,
because that's where trains
seem to like to take people like me.
Irrelevant places.
But this train ride proved
to play an important role
in my life; It's all because
of this little girl.
I was sitting on the train,
with a book in my hand,
and an empty seat right next to me.
And that's where the little girl sat.
She looked at me while I read.
I knew she was looking
even though I didn't look at her
because I could feel
her eyes boring...
on my way to
somewhere rather
irrelevant,
because that's where trains
seem to like to take people like me.
Irrelevant places.
But this train ride proved
to play an important role
in my life; It's all because
of this little girl.
I was sitting on the train,
with a book in my hand,
and an empty seat right next to me.
And that's where the little girl sat.
She looked at me while I read.
I knew she was looking
even though I didn't look at her
because I could feel
her eyes boring...
#SelfHarm
#LifeChangingMoment
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 3:40pm
10th Jul 2013 3:40pm
You're Still a Person (Not Superman)
You're still a person;
And I wouldn't dare let myself stand right now.
I'd fall and shatter into pieces like a mirror
And you'd step on me trying to get the glue
to fix me.
I'd cut your foot open and Ta-da!
Your mode of transportation is maimed.
You're still a person;
You can't fix everyone else if you're limping around.
Fix yourself because
repairing others can break you, too.
Love yourself;
You need it.
Maybe I need it too.
And I wouldn't dare let myself stand right now.
I'd fall and shatter into pieces like a mirror
And you'd step on me trying to get the glue
to fix me.
I'd cut your foot open and Ta-da!
Your mode of transportation is maimed.
You're still a person;
You can't fix everyone else if you're limping around.
Fix yourself because
repairing others can break you, too.
Love yourself;
You need it.
Maybe I need it too.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 8:41am
9th Jul 2013 8:41am
Part-time Insomniac
I need to sleep
but I can't bear to dream
about you again.
And the way your fingers feel on my
skin when
you walked with my hand in yours
but yours not quite in mine.
I have small hands.
It was always a source of laughter
for you as I struggled to
form a chord on your astronomic guitar.
It's no wonder I couldn't fit my hand around
yours when that guitar seems miniscule
next to your chest.
Instead of dreaming
I listen to the songs we wrote together.
I'm not sure how it's any better
other than that ...
but I can't bear to dream
about you again.
And the way your fingers feel on my
skin when
you walked with my hand in yours
but yours not quite in mine.
I have small hands.
It was always a source of laughter
for you as I struggled to
form a chord on your astronomic guitar.
It's no wonder I couldn't fit my hand around
yours when that guitar seems miniscule
next to your chest.
Instead of dreaming
I listen to the songs we wrote together.
I'm not sure how it's any better
other than that ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 8:09am
9th Jul 2013 8:09am
God
I am a God.
Watch me crush cities
and
send forests up in flames;
I hope you see the smoke from where you are.
Watch me move mountains
and
shift the sun
and
pluck down every star;
I wish only for light to warm you
with no obstacle blocking its path.
Listen to my thunderous roar
as I sing a storm over the ocean
and
feel the rise of the waves
made with my fists and my stamping feet;
you always loved music.
And
maybe you are deaf
and
maybe you are blind
or
maybe you choose not...
Watch me crush cities
and
send forests up in flames;
I hope you see the smoke from where you are.
Watch me move mountains
and
shift the sun
and
pluck down every star;
I wish only for light to warm you
with no obstacle blocking its path.
Listen to my thunderous roar
as I sing a storm over the ocean
and
feel the rise of the waves
made with my fists and my stamping feet;
you always loved music.
And
maybe you are deaf
and
maybe you are blind
or
maybe you choose not...
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