Submissions by tasia_arlene (Tasia Arlene)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from the heart and experience. I see through words and create through feeling. I love dark and raw perspectives. I love the play on words through rhyme and dimension. Create, & cheers.
Slow Burn
Burning holes
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
#emotional
#grief
#hurt
#love
#prose
75 reads
2 Comments
Dim
Pull away from me
And don’t stop
Until my tears turn to blood and wash me away
With nothing more to give
And everything to take
Like you wanted
That’s what you wanted, right?
When you held me close for only enough time to suck every breath from my lungs
And break every bone in my body
And use it for your shelter
To build the home we started together
For you to shatter every minute that felt tender
Because I could never be her
The one you painted with mirrors
To be reflections of me
Where only you could be free...
And don’t stop
Until my tears turn to blood and wash me away
With nothing more to give
And everything to take
Like you wanted
That’s what you wanted, right?
When you held me close for only enough time to suck every breath from my lungs
And break every bone in my body
And use it for your shelter
To build the home we started together
For you to shatter every minute that felt tender
Because I could never be her
The one you painted with mirrors
To be reflections of me
Where only you could be free...
#betrayal
#hurt
#loneliness
#love
#shame
151 reads
5 Comments
i found the moon
Endless, illuminating visions
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
#emotions
#hope
#love
#prose
#romantic
328 reads
3 Comments
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
170 reads
1 Comment
Currents
Back to the place I once called home
Feeling everything and nothing at all
Seeing my reflection in the water
At the same place we fell in love with each other
Counting the freckles on my shoulder
Skipping heart shaped stones and promising me I’d never feel alone
I haven’t been back since you left me here to die
With broken clouds in your diamond eyes that shine brighter than the sky
The trees don’t seem as green, or so it seems
I’ve started a new life life and maybe that’s why it could be
So entangled in the lights that I’ve forgotten...
Feeling everything and nothing at all
Seeing my reflection in the water
At the same place we fell in love with each other
Counting the freckles on my shoulder
Skipping heart shaped stones and promising me I’d never feel alone
I haven’t been back since you left me here to die
With broken clouds in your diamond eyes that shine brighter than the sky
The trees don’t seem as green, or so it seems
I’ve started a new life life and maybe that’s why it could be
So entangled in the lights that I’ve forgotten...
#love
#nature
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#IMissYou
473 reads
2 Comments
2 am
Quiet night
Full of mind chatter
The stars are getting louder
Consumed with moon light
Another cigarette sounds nice
To help sketch the words in my head
Aided by the leaves in the wind
Is it time to give in?
Why rest when the world is at peace?
Time isn’t real and everything’s at stake
I can see the vibrations in my space
Listening to the blues just fells better
Let me be in this lonely hour
Full of mind chatter
The stars are getting louder
Consumed with moon light
Another cigarette sounds nice
To help sketch the words in my head
Aided by the leaves in the wind
Is it time to give in?
Why rest when the world is at peace?
Time isn’t real and everything’s at stake
I can see the vibrations in my space
Listening to the blues just fells better
Let me be in this lonely hour
#insomnia
#sleep
#SelfReflection
622 reads
3 Comments
Hallucinate
A tab of confusion and a mind full of illusion.
Caused by delusion from the most perfect human.
Who leaves me fuming, my mind moving, and my garden blooming.
The growing fear of loosing an existence so pure makes me resistant…
To be persistent and trusting my gut that I have what it takes.
To pour every ounce of my being in to eyes that shine of honey lakes.
That drown my soul and swallow me whole.
Dripping colors from your pores and electric vibrations from behind closed doors.
I can’t grasp on to anything but the reflections of your...
Caused by delusion from the most perfect human.
Who leaves me fuming, my mind moving, and my garden blooming.
The growing fear of loosing an existence so pure makes me resistant…
To be persistent and trusting my gut that I have what it takes.
To pour every ounce of my being in to eyes that shine of honey lakes.
That drown my soul and swallow me whole.
Dripping colors from your pores and electric vibrations from behind closed doors.
I can’t grasp on to anything but the reflections of your...
#love
#romantic
#dreams
#drugs
#prose
439 reads
1 Comment
Scribe
It’s 3 am and I’m finally giving in.
I’ve been staring out my window, watching the rain. Through foggy glass and worse brain.
Every drop on this beautiful fucking window pain.
Clean and pure, no detour, a new beginning- this house is pulling at my core.
I wasn’t ready for this kind of love, this kind of growth, this kind of hope.
It’s only been a week, but I’m asking you to look through my jokes and see that, friends... I’m weak.
I’m reaching out for help but I don’t know how to explain myself.
The odds aren’t in my favor, I’m tasting a dangerous...
I’ve been staring out my window, watching the rain. Through foggy glass and worse brain.
Every drop on this beautiful fucking window pain.
Clean and pure, no detour, a new beginning- this house is pulling at my core.
I wasn’t ready for this kind of love, this kind of growth, this kind of hope.
It’s only been a week, but I’m asking you to look through my jokes and see that, friends... I’m weak.
I’m reaching out for help but I don’t know how to explain myself.
The odds aren’t in my favor, I’m tasting a dangerous...
#sadness
#anxiety
#addiction
#LifeCycle
#hurt
676 reads
1 Comment
Fire & Light
A dangerous spark that ignites an internal fight.
The craving to exist within you like a human right.
So far away and out of sight.
Lost in our ways and forgotten in the night.
Your glow so sharp, fluorescent and bright.
The embers inside are burning and clinging tight.
The essence of an angel dressed in white.
The ashes aren’t worth a temporary bite.
I want to burn with you in fire and light.
The craving to exist within you like a human right.
So far away and out of sight.
Lost in our ways and forgotten in the night.
Your glow so sharp, fluorescent and bright.
The embers inside are burning and clinging tight.
The essence of an angel dressed in white.
The ashes aren’t worth a temporary bite.
I want to burn with you in fire and light.
#love
#fire
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#risk
431 reads
2 Comments
you promised me flowers
Speak to me.
Divide our frequencies and starve for plea.
Crawl back to where only you can see.
Shrivel in your skin and set me free.
Please.
Let me go back to who I was before you came.
Do you remember anything or are you freighted from shame?
Soft breaths against my neck.
Your energy is dripping wet.
Beautifully strange and chemically deranged.
So deprived and full of rage.
An ego that should be locked in a cage.
When did it begin?
The nights when I drank too much Gin?
Or was it that you’ve never had someone...
Divide our frequencies and starve for plea.
Crawl back to where only you can see.
Shrivel in your skin and set me free.
Please.
Let me go back to who I was before you came.
Do you remember anything or are you freighted from shame?
Soft breaths against my neck.
Your energy is dripping wet.
Beautifully strange and chemically deranged.
So deprived and full of rage.
An ego that should be locked in a cage.
When did it begin?
The nights when I drank too much Gin?
Or was it that you’ve never had someone...
#sadness
#love
#confessional
#revenge
#hurt
671 reads
5 Comments
Ice
I dreamt of you again.
My hell, why do I keep dreaming of you?
It's like every second that I can produce a thought, it's about you.
Do you have a moment to spare?
I just wanted to make sure your gaze is still blue.
How are you today?
I ask because I see that you are starting to go mad.
Do you as feel as empty as the way she looks at you?
I'm sorry, I truly don't mean to pry.
Can you even feel a thing?
My God, my love, I've never seen such a vacant stare in ones eye.
What's on your mind?
I hope you feel the same because you are...
My hell, why do I keep dreaming of you?
It's like every second that I can produce a thought, it's about you.
Do you have a moment to spare?
I just wanted to make sure your gaze is still blue.
How are you today?
I ask because I see that you are starting to go mad.
Do you as feel as empty as the way she looks at you?
I'm sorry, I truly don't mean to pry.
Can you even feel a thing?
My God, my love, I've never seen such a vacant stare in ones eye.
What's on your mind?
I hope you feel the same because you are...
#love
#heartbroken
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#learning
444 reads
1 Comment
Poison
Kind of funny how we are all given a story
Some of them rewarding, others just boring
Almost like a script and rehearsal
Rolled up and handed to you with no referral
No ending in site but praying to god that he’s an excellent play write
If I’ve learned any lessons while playing this role, is that there’s a lot of tolls
Followed by holes then offers of growth
A never ending cycle of karma and blood bath
All disguised in moments where time is frozen
But in this story blood is nothing but poison
Love is but timing for...
Some of them rewarding, others just boring
Almost like a script and rehearsal
Rolled up and handed to you with no referral
No ending in site but praying to god that he’s an excellent play write
If I’ve learned any lessons while playing this role, is that there’s a lot of tolls
Followed by holes then offers of growth
A never ending cycle of karma and blood bath
All disguised in moments where time is frozen
But in this story blood is nothing but poison
Love is but timing for...
#identity
#prose
#TruthOfLife #honesty
#TruthOfLife #honesty
868 reads
5 Comments
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