Submissions by sickwithhonesty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write mostly about what I am feeling. 90% of the time the poem is about me even if I use 3rd person. I enjoy using explicit and eloquent imagery and symbolism.
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 9:48am
10th Jul 2013 9:48am
Free
Caged,
Locked up,
Stuck.
The grip on my chest is tightening,
My eyes are blazing burnt,
Pain seeps out of my pores.
Im sorry I'm not perfect.
I crave disappointment,
I lust for desperation.
Adrenaline fly me away from here,
I can no longer take the confusion.
Im tied,
Forbidden,
Free.
Note- This is relatively darker than most of my poetry, I realize that :P
Locked up,
Stuck.
The grip on my chest is tightening,
My eyes are blazing burnt,
Pain seeps out of my pores.
Im sorry I'm not perfect.
I crave disappointment,
I lust for desperation.
Adrenaline fly me away from here,
I can no longer take the confusion.
Im tied,
Forbidden,
Free.
Note- This is relatively darker than most of my poetry, I realize that :P
568 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 7:11am
5th Jul 2013 7:11am
Waterlilies In The Sky
Waterlilies in the sky,
Silence all around.
Loneliness is a friend,
To the lost as they drown.
Fate is left to gravity,
Sheer will has gone its way .
Not a soul left to save them.
As their bodies creep at bay.
Silence all around.
Loneliness is a friend,
To the lost as they drown.
Fate is left to gravity,
Sheer will has gone its way .
Not a soul left to save them.
As their bodies creep at bay.
552 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 3:54am
4th Jul 2013 3:54am
Sunlit Ashes
One smoke, it couldn't hurt right?
It couldn't possibly stain her existence.
But maybe it could clear all the rough edges and patches in her mind,
Maybe it would clean away the pain, and replace it with serenity.
"Inhale,
Hold it...
Exhale"
He instructed.
Her lungs blazed like sunlit ashes dried nearly to exhaustion.
Clouds rolled passed her lips like waterfalls, the mist disappearing into the air.
She felt nothing; empty almost.
Gathering up whatever was left of her faulty courage,
She took one more drag.
Time...
It couldn't possibly stain her existence.
But maybe it could clear all the rough edges and patches in her mind,
Maybe it would clean away the pain, and replace it with serenity.
"Inhale,
Hold it...
Exhale"
He instructed.
Her lungs blazed like sunlit ashes dried nearly to exhaustion.
Clouds rolled passed her lips like waterfalls, the mist disappearing into the air.
She felt nothing; empty almost.
Gathering up whatever was left of her faulty courage,
She took one more drag.
Time...
791 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 3:46am
4th Jul 2013 3:46am
Black Roses
He gave her roses by the plenty,
She fancied them for they weren't just any,
They were as dark as the night,
And yet as familiarly trite,
But still nonetheless full of envy.
Their petals were delicate and dim,
Almost black and so vaguely grim,
They reeked of hatred,
And lustfully desecrated
Her heart into the art of being prim.
They were not roses that attested love,
Or of lust or of anything similar thereof,
But they were sent as a warning,
Used for its adorning
Beauty, a gift to be disposed of.
She fancied them for they weren't just any,
They were as dark as the night,
And yet as familiarly trite,
But still nonetheless full of envy.
Their petals were delicate and dim,
Almost black and so vaguely grim,
They reeked of hatred,
And lustfully desecrated
Her heart into the art of being prim.
They were not roses that attested love,
Or of lust or of anything similar thereof,
But they were sent as a warning,
Used for its adorning
Beauty, a gift to be disposed of.
638 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 7:09pm
3rd Jul 2013 7:09pm
Dying Violets
When the sky is a dying violet
And the clouds sweep away the blue,
Only then will i find emptiness,
And a reason to be lonely for you.
And as the boardwalk moans beneath my feet,
I will find no peace or tranquility,
Only oceans that reach the endless fog,
And sorrow for eternity.
And the clouds sweep away the blue,
Only then will i find emptiness,
And a reason to be lonely for you.
And as the boardwalk moans beneath my feet,
I will find no peace or tranquility,
Only oceans that reach the endless fog,
And sorrow for eternity.
634 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 7:08pm
3rd Jul 2013 7:08pm
Invisible
She goes unnoticed,
A shadow wallowing across silent streets.
She wades along the empty path,
Cobblestone crumbling beneath her feet.
She seeks out the stars for comfort,
Whose kisses illuminate her pallid eyes.
But they do no more than accentuate her mystery,
And make way for her diaphanous disguise.
Invisibility is both blessed and blighted,
For although she may roam without particular regard,
All sense of worth has been cast away,
Her caliber shattered to shard.
A shadow wallowing across silent streets.
She wades along the empty path,
Cobblestone crumbling beneath her feet.
She seeks out the stars for comfort,
Whose kisses illuminate her pallid eyes.
But they do no more than accentuate her mystery,
And make way for her diaphanous disguise.
Invisibility is both blessed and blighted,
For although she may roam without particular regard,
All sense of worth has been cast away,
Her caliber shattered to shard.
527 reads
5 Comments
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