Submissions by spicychilis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my poetry is whatever i am feeling at the moment. its my thoughts, so try and respect it. but still i want HONEST critiscim.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2013 2:32pm
15th Jun 2013 2:32pm
Maybe
Maybe I've liked you,
just liked you,
for all of this time
Maybe it's been something more.
Maybe the day you held my hand,
and we ran across the street,
in the pouring rain,
hand in hand, wearing your jacket,
in the pouring rain.
And that's when I decided to fall for you,
and when you talk to me about your day.
Today you told me about how lucky you are to have her.
Usually I'm more than happy to listen to how beautiful,
wonderful, lovely, she is.
But today I'm sad. I wish I was her.
I want to be...
just liked you,
for all of this time
Maybe it's been something more.
Maybe the day you held my hand,
and we ran across the street,
in the pouring rain,
hand in hand, wearing your jacket,
in the pouring rain.
And that's when I decided to fall for you,
and when you talk to me about your day.
Today you told me about how lucky you are to have her.
Usually I'm more than happy to listen to how beautiful,
wonderful, lovely, she is.
But today I'm sad. I wish I was her.
I want to be...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 3:27pm
8th Jun 2013 3:27pm
Real
I read this poem and it wrapped around my neck
It choked the last breath out of me and left me on the floor
It pulled me by the heart and whispered in my ear
And it all became clear and real to me
There's a point in depression where you stop trying
Where not wanting to feel blood dripping across your skin takes over control
Your eyes cloud over with tears and smoke and
Your mouth sewn shut and licked by desire
It's when the urge for a razor to split your skin carries you
And brings you to a meadow
And in the meadow the flowers...
It choked the last breath out of me and left me on the floor
It pulled me by the heart and whispered in my ear
And it all became clear and real to me
There's a point in depression where you stop trying
Where not wanting to feel blood dripping across your skin takes over control
Your eyes cloud over with tears and smoke and
Your mouth sewn shut and licked by desire
It's when the urge for a razor to split your skin carries you
And brings you to a meadow
And in the meadow the flowers...
550 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 5:35am
1st Dec 2012 5:35am
my butterflies
so I said
I'm not doing okay, no
I'm not doing okay at all
And he said,
Well why?
And I told him about the butterflies
My arm is a meadow, and 9 butterflies roam
And my arm, hip and thigh are all the butterflies' homes
And sometimes in these homes, there comes a blade
So these butterflies stride into the rain and wash away
Then the marks of this blade leave dark reminders
Of how messed up I actually am
And I cried
The next thing I know
A picture comes my way
Of a...
I'm not doing okay, no
I'm not doing okay at all
And he said,
Well why?
And I told him about the butterflies
My arm is a meadow, and 9 butterflies roam
And my arm, hip and thigh are all the butterflies' homes
And sometimes in these homes, there comes a blade
So these butterflies stride into the rain and wash away
Then the marks of this blade leave dark reminders
Of how messed up I actually am
And I cried
The next thing I know
A picture comes my way
Of a...
686 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 1:43pm
29th Nov 2012 1:43pm
orange bottle
Leave the bottle at the door
And walk away
Leave a note saying you love me
And walk away
Give me a cure for my fall
And help me float
But please. Don't. Tell.
Antidepressants, that's what I need
I'm going to fall apart pretty soon
I want to tell someone
I'm drowning
Someone save me
Please
Someone Save Me
Please
Someone Save me
Catch me before I kill myself
And walk away
Leave a note saying you love me
And walk away
Give me a cure for my fall
And help me float
But please. Don't. Tell.
Antidepressants, that's what I need
I'm going to fall apart pretty soon
I want to tell someone
I'm drowning
Someone save me
Please
Someone Save Me
Please
Someone Save me
Catch me before I kill myself
759 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 1:37pm
29th Nov 2012 1:37pm
burnt
So there's this room
It's completely circular
No way out
No way in
I built this around myself on a cold winter evening
I'm still here
I'm still here
So in this room
The walls are bricks
And everything is old and has a warm feeling
And then I touch the bricks
And it's so cold, there are burn marks on my hand
It's so cold, I want more
It's so cold I press myself against the wall
My hips, thighs and upper arm
And suddenly I pull away
And it's covered with cuts and scratches and marks and mutilations...
It's completely circular
No way out
No way in
I built this around myself on a cold winter evening
I'm still here
I'm still here
So in this room
The walls are bricks
And everything is old and has a warm feeling
And then I touch the bricks
And it's so cold, there are burn marks on my hand
It's so cold, I want more
It's so cold I press myself against the wall
My hips, thighs and upper arm
And suddenly I pull away
And it's covered with cuts and scratches and marks and mutilations...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 12:06pm
27th Nov 2012 12:06pm
oh f**k
oh fuck
I'm so Fucking Lost
I'm smiling
Do I mean it?
oh fuck
I'm so Fucking Scared
Will I bend too far again?
oh FUCK
what DO I DO
I'M SO FUCKING CONFUSED
WHAT DO I DO
HELP ME
OH FUCK
SAVE ME BEFORE I KILL MYSELF
oh fuck
I'm so Fucking weird
suck it up
be a big girl
OH fuck
there I go again
off into the wilderness
with razors, papers and a pen
is this insanity?
is this a phase...
every time I say I won't Give Up.
OH FUCK.
whatever, I can just die.
...
I'm so Fucking Lost
I'm smiling
Do I mean it?
oh fuck
I'm so Fucking Scared
Will I bend too far again?
oh FUCK
what DO I DO
I'M SO FUCKING CONFUSED
WHAT DO I DO
HELP ME
OH FUCK
SAVE ME BEFORE I KILL MYSELF
oh fuck
I'm so Fucking weird
suck it up
be a big girl
OH fuck
there I go again
off into the wilderness
with razors, papers and a pen
is this insanity?
is this a phase...
every time I say I won't Give Up.
OH FUCK.
whatever, I can just die.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:23am
27th Nov 2012 11:23am
ok well
ok well Natalie
you're little miss perfect
and I can't take it one more bit
I love you to death
you're sweet as can be
and that's what makes you perfecter than me
ok well
your thighs don't touch
your cheeks don't need blush
you're beautiful
your face, your hair, your smile
and you're skinny and perfect and everyone loves you for more than just a while
you're smart and classy
elegant, graceful, all I want to be
but you're not my role model, you're who I envy
ok well Natalie
don't think I'm not okay...
you're little miss perfect
and I can't take it one more bit
I love you to death
you're sweet as can be
and that's what makes you perfecter than me
ok well
your thighs don't touch
your cheeks don't need blush
you're beautiful
your face, your hair, your smile
and you're skinny and perfect and everyone loves you for more than just a while
you're smart and classy
elegant, graceful, all I want to be
but you're not my role model, you're who I envy
ok well Natalie
don't think I'm not okay...
540 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 8:50am
5th Feb 2012 8:50am
I am now a victim
Are you serious.
Are you freakin' kidding me.
So all of that,
"come and give me a hug,"
at the counselor's office
was just a lie.
My happiness is just a bug you can squish.
Easy.
Oh, I bet she doesn't mind.
She has to live with it.
You are a monster.
You only care about what YOU WANT.
What about what I WANT?
Are you my brain?
No.
Do you decide what I like? NO.
So, just because, you don't like my poetry,
means it's worthless,right?
MY JOY, is meaningless to you.
No, my self esteem....
Are you freakin' kidding me.
So all of that,
"come and give me a hug,"
at the counselor's office
was just a lie.
My happiness is just a bug you can squish.
Easy.
Oh, I bet she doesn't mind.
She has to live with it.
You are a monster.
You only care about what YOU WANT.
What about what I WANT?
Are you my brain?
No.
Do you decide what I like? NO.
So, just because, you don't like my poetry,
means it's worthless,right?
MY JOY, is meaningless to you.
No, my self esteem....
501 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 1:41pm
4th Feb 2012 1:41pm
My Fantasy
The first time I ever,
this makes me blush,
even as I hold your hand.
When we both went to the corner,
of the large cafeteria, and stood side
to side. We didn't know.
But we did.
I looked over my shoulder to see your eyes,
skimming the floor, leading up to my shoes.
Then turned around.
I came alone.
You brought your friends.
The small wooden table had layers and layers
of roses.
Yellows,
Reds,
but mostly pinks.
Which meant "crush."
A crudely drawn white sign leaned against a vase...
this makes me blush,
even as I hold your hand.
When we both went to the corner,
of the large cafeteria, and stood side
to side. We didn't know.
But we did.
I looked over my shoulder to see your eyes,
skimming the floor, leading up to my shoes.
Then turned around.
I came alone.
You brought your friends.
The small wooden table had layers and layers
of roses.
Yellows,
Reds,
but mostly pinks.
Which meant "crush."
A crudely drawn white sign leaned against a vase...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 1:34pm
3rd Feb 2012 1:34pm
Music is my savior
Hitting each beat
Each note
Lost in a flurry
of musical notes and marks
And resting on a velvety purple-orange sky
Hitting each note
Holding it forever and 8 counts
Scrunched faces
Emotional eyes feeling the words
and notes
and expressions
Strumming
for love
Drumming for anger
Singing for joy
Playing music to feel
what you feel
better
Music is when the ground and
your hands tremble
at the same time
but only you know
it's your little secret
In fantasy of beautiful sounds
never...
Each note
Lost in a flurry
of musical notes and marks
And resting on a velvety purple-orange sky
Hitting each note
Holding it forever and 8 counts
Scrunched faces
Emotional eyes feeling the words
and notes
and expressions
Strumming
for love
Drumming for anger
Singing for joy
Playing music to feel
what you feel
better
Music is when the ground and
your hands tremble
at the same time
but only you know
it's your little secret
In fantasy of beautiful sounds
never...
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 10:12am
3rd Feb 2012 10:12am
Perfect
I've been worrying about what's wrong with me
Depression?
No.
Suicidal?
Maybe, I don't know.
You hate those words.
"I don't know"
You want the answer straight and perfect.
Hah, perfect.
I'm sorry I'll never be as "perfect" as you.
Like you even know what perfect means.
Did you know, I'm an actual human being?
That I have feelings and I'm not your lump of clay?
Funny, do you think I'm joking?
Do you take my inspirations seriously?
Everyone does not work like you do.
NO, I don't insult and batter myself the...
Depression?
No.
Suicidal?
Maybe, I don't know.
You hate those words.
"I don't know"
You want the answer straight and perfect.
Hah, perfect.
I'm sorry I'll never be as "perfect" as you.
Like you even know what perfect means.
Did you know, I'm an actual human being?
That I have feelings and I'm not your lump of clay?
Funny, do you think I'm joking?
Do you take my inspirations seriously?
Everyone does not work like you do.
NO, I don't insult and batter myself the...
590 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 10:16am
27th Jan 2012 10:16am
Lost in the Dark
The sun is the color of ink
when it spills
drip
drop
drip
its essence covers my soul
It's like I've been
renewed
but with a twist
Thrown
in the alley
wasting away
no,
more like in the storm clouds
a dark kind of heaven
where the light
comes from burning
bodies and hatred
where bliss comes from
a simple slit
with a knife
or a burn
from the fire
where happiness
comes from the vanquishing
of all things
we thought was great
The safe place
where we can harm ourselves
without...
when it spills
drip
drop
drip
its essence covers my soul
It's like I've been
renewed
but with a twist
Thrown
in the alley
wasting away
no,
more like in the storm clouds
a dark kind of heaven
where the light
comes from burning
bodies and hatred
where bliss comes from
a simple slit
with a knife
or a burn
from the fire
where happiness
comes from the vanquishing
of all things
we thought was great
The safe place
where we can harm ourselves
without...
590 reads
0 Comments
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