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. My style has been leaning towards spoken word, lately. Create, & cheers.
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
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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
569 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
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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
635 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
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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
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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
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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
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5 Comments
Sweet & Sour
Divine timing and feminine power.
Surrounded with kindness and love that devours.
Existing is tasting more sweet than sour.
No more staring out the window and crying in the shower.
Because I think I’m starting to fall in love again-
With the sky, the views and the color blue.
No longer relating any of them back to you.
Gone up in ashes, from the smoke that you left in the deepest gashes.
So I’m done dancing with the devil.
Just like you, he does nothing for my mental.
I will be swimming through pools of emeralds, and fountains of...
Surrounded with kindness and love that devours.
Existing is tasting more sweet than sour.
No more staring out the window and crying in the shower.
Because I think I’m starting to fall in love again-
With the sky, the views and the color blue.
No longer relating any of them back to you.
Gone up in ashes, from the smoke that you left in the deepest gashes.
So I’m done dancing with the devil.
Just like you, he does nothing for my mental.
I will be swimming through pools of emeralds, and fountains of...
#love
#hope
#dreams
#religion
#spiritual
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1 Comment
In My Purple
A sensitive sensation of eternity.
As is the taste of your mouth in a higher dream.
A divine existence just waiting for me.
Spilling colors in my mind of how it will feel to be mine.
Teaching me patience at a rate that will save us.
You’re an electric energy who loves taking his time.
I only see you when I close my eyes, in my purple where you reside.
In a higher consciousness waiting to step outside.
Searching every face on the streets with burning hope and desire.
A spiritual stimulation while stuck in a simulation. ...
As is the taste of your mouth in a higher dream.
A divine existence just waiting for me.
Spilling colors in my mind of how it will feel to be mine.
Teaching me patience at a rate that will save us.
You’re an electric energy who loves taking his time.
I only see you when I close my eyes, in my purple where you reside.
In a higher consciousness waiting to step outside.
Searching every face on the streets with burning hope and desire.
A spiritual stimulation while stuck in a simulation. ...
#love
#hope
#romantic
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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Tea Over Koffee
A peculiar event
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your...
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your...
#love
#heartbroken
#prose
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
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4 Comments
Grievances in the Grove
Time is burning and I’m spending it worrying.
Not enough seconds in the day but I’m steady wasting it away.
On thoughts about our better days.
Hoping you’ll see me through the darkness in the end.
So much love for being just a friend.
I hope all you’ve said isn’t just pretend.
Patiently waiting and picking off the petals.
While you get yourself together and stop speaking in riddles.
I thought you promised me flowers, even just a single rose.
Trying to deal with my grievances in the grove.
You are the only thought my conscious really...
Not enough seconds in the day but I’m steady wasting it away.
On thoughts about our better days.
Hoping you’ll see me through the darkness in the end.
So much love for being just a friend.
I hope all you’ve said isn’t just pretend.
Patiently waiting and picking off the petals.
While you get yourself together and stop speaking in riddles.
I thought you promised me flowers, even just a single rose.
Trying to deal with my grievances in the grove.
You are the only thought my conscious really...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
#ILoveYou
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1 Comment
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