Submissions by thepositivelydark
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Touched with fire.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 6:18pm
30th Mar 2024 6:18pm
a case of you
The train has left –
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
#love
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#bittersweet
167 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2020 3:51am
7th May 2020 3:51am
All Good Things of This Earth...
The jazzy beats are on again --
Fighting with the next door neighbor's children's screams --
Over an off-key diva two doors over,
Over the nonstop yammering of a raging mother.
These are the storms, the storms --
The thunders not of comforting chaos but
A huge
Fucking mess
Of a living
Leaving the lonely with her rattling bones in the night,
Staring out weary
Of this world around her.
Wistful of mists,
Imprisoned --
Caught in a craze of fighting over
A rusty crown
For a dusty castle. ...
Fighting with the next door neighbor's children's screams --
Over an off-key diva two doors over,
Over the nonstop yammering of a raging mother.
These are the storms, the storms --
The thunders not of comforting chaos but
A huge
Fucking mess
Of a living
Leaving the lonely with her rattling bones in the night,
Staring out weary
Of this world around her.
Wistful of mists,
Imprisoned --
Caught in a craze of fighting over
A rusty crown
For a dusty castle. ...
#loneliness
#nostalgia
#separation #NaPoWriMo2020
#separation #NaPoWriMo2020
670 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2020 1:52pm
29th Feb 2020 1:52pm
does anybody know where the stars have been?
01/06/2020
Night calls and draws in
Letters to my window
They were drumming in joy,
Drumming in sorrow --
Flipping in the ridiculous and almost
Drunk with
Laughter --
Smoothly slipping as if
From lips
In prayer,
In agony wished for
And rewarded.
The moon waxed and waned
And the waves moved their
Back and forth with it as
The city never ceased its breathing --
Neon lights eating
At the sky --
Some replacing the lamplights of our past times, ...
Night calls and draws in
Letters to my window
They were drumming in joy,
Drumming in sorrow --
Flipping in the ridiculous and almost
Drunk with
Laughter --
Smoothly slipping as if
From lips
In prayer,
In agony wished for
And rewarded.
The moon waxed and waned
And the waves moved their
Back and forth with it as
The city never ceased its breathing --
Neon lights eating
At the sky --
Some replacing the lamplights of our past times, ...
#love
#confessional
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
591 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Apr 2019 1:20pm
20th Apr 2019 1:20pm
either way
Foolishness -
It must hit harder when there's no darkness to hide in.
Harder than the slamming door,
Harder than falling into bed with his body above me.
And hope is a silly thing to believe in,
When time has proven nothing but
Our skills in spilling ink
And secrets in the night.
But his pull -
It was harder,
As he grasped me as I tried
To get away from
Whatever.
What are we.
And it seems
Like the distance is closed by our sickening edge -
The twisted terrible things from these...
It must hit harder when there's no darkness to hide in.
Harder than the slamming door,
Harder than falling into bed with his body above me.
And hope is a silly thing to believe in,
When time has proven nothing but
Our skills in spilling ink
And secrets in the night.
But his pull -
It was harder,
As he grasped me as I tried
To get away from
Whatever.
What are we.
And it seems
Like the distance is closed by our sickening edge -
The twisted terrible things from these...
#love
#loneliness
#UnrequitedLove
#acceptance
#NaPoWriMo2019
735 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
18th Apr 2019 6:24pm
18th Apr 2019 6:24pm
somewhere
I woke up
To the afternoon heat and
To the smell of cigarettes.
"Sleep well?"
He asked me.
I smiled,
Made shy by the daylight,
And nodded.
I asked back -
And all I got
Was a "mmhm,"
And I let it drop.
Though I see the darkness beneath
Those eyes.
That was tired.
That was heavy.
He took me to a field in the middle
Of nowhere
Where nothing much really grows
Except for a few trees
Stubbornly standing under harsh sun.
We sought shade and lied...
To the afternoon heat and
To the smell of cigarettes.
"Sleep well?"
He asked me.
I smiled,
Made shy by the daylight,
And nodded.
I asked back -
And all I got
Was a "mmhm,"
And I let it drop.
Though I see the darkness beneath
Those eyes.
That was tired.
That was heavy.
He took me to a field in the middle
Of nowhere
Where nothing much really grows
Except for a few trees
Stubbornly standing under harsh sun.
We sought shade and lied...
#love
#depression
#hurt #NaPoWriMo2019
#hurt #NaPoWriMo2019
751 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2019 4:25pm
3rd Apr 2019 4:25pm
noise
#depression
#dark
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2019
#lust
1010 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2019 9:12am
2nd Apr 2019 9:12am
and I
Would anyone look for me,
He asked.
Not really, not tonight.
Stuck in a room somewhere -
Like a child about to be scolded,
I looked back at him -
Staring me down.
Air thick with something and I still can't think straight,
"Spill,"
He told me,
And I do.
Just a little bit above the sound of song playing -
I say the sordid,
I say the harsh -
The sprinkle
Of gentle mercies,
The scratched up melodies with it.
And by midnight,
He spills his.
By this moonlight,
Nothing was...
He asked.
Not really, not tonight.
Stuck in a room somewhere -
Like a child about to be scolded,
I looked back at him -
Staring me down.
Air thick with something and I still can't think straight,
"Spill,"
He told me,
And I do.
Just a little bit above the sound of song playing -
I say the sordid,
I say the harsh -
The sprinkle
Of gentle mercies,
The scratched up melodies with it.
And by midnight,
He spills his.
By this moonlight,
Nothing was...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2019
1409 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 2:52am
1st Apr 2019 2:52am
Gateway
The story starts:
Swaying on a street dark and lonely
Under rain, barely in it, very out of it.
I hum along to the songs I keep
For moments like this -
I twisted my hands -
Scraped and bloodied and I tried
To catch
My breath
In the freezing.
I sat down to hold the sobs in,
And old neon lights and dreams taunt me,
Then -
Darkness.
In front of me, blocking glaring
Lights -
He offered a hand -
Sinister smile knowing -
And I took it.
Eyes,
They see something. ...
Swaying on a street dark and lonely
Under rain, barely in it, very out of it.
I hum along to the songs I keep
For moments like this -
I twisted my hands -
Scraped and bloodied and I tried
To catch
My breath
In the freezing.
I sat down to hold the sobs in,
And old neon lights and dreams taunt me,
Then -
Darkness.
In front of me, blocking glaring
Lights -
He offered a hand -
Sinister smile knowing -
And I took it.
Eyes,
They see something. ...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2019
934 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2019 11:37pm
20th Mar 2019 11:37pm
and burn
There was a kindling, a flicker -
Way before the blooming of warmth -
It was there. Built up.
It was sticks and stones,
Bared to the elements -
Stripped,
Aflame.
And whispers crack the silence -
Perhaps in codes,
Perhaps straight arrows,
Certainly -
Not a promise of any tomorrow.
A gunshot.
A melody.
Quiet and waiting -
Then piercing the silence in me.
Perhaps an explosion.
Something that no one would hear or see,
Shrapnels and debris -
Cuts, bleeding, burns -
Burns - ...
Way before the blooming of warmth -
It was there. Built up.
It was sticks and stones,
Bared to the elements -
Stripped,
Aflame.
And whispers crack the silence -
Perhaps in codes,
Perhaps straight arrows,
Certainly -
Not a promise of any tomorrow.
A gunshot.
A melody.
Quiet and waiting -
Then piercing the silence in me.
Perhaps an explosion.
Something that no one would hear or see,
Shrapnels and debris -
Cuts, bleeding, burns -
Burns - ...
#love
#loneliness
#fire #UnrequitedLove
#fire #UnrequitedLove
1030 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2019 4:08am
9th Mar 2019 4:08am
Not so positivelydark
Hello, DU.
I know, I haven't been on a lot, though I promised that I'd be back more often, writing more, posting more. I even put it in the "goals of the year" of my bullet journal. Well, with how things are going, I think it'd be more approppriate to call it my bullshit journal. I guess, if you don't care about my bs, it's best that you stop reading now.
I found Deep Underground Poetry when I was 16, as I've mentioned, I think, a million times before. A wee girl, wide-eyed to the strange new world before her. Now, I'm a 21-year-old woman. Jaded, consuming memes and...
I know, I haven't been on a lot, though I promised that I'd be back more often, writing more, posting more. I even put it in the "goals of the year" of my bullet journal. Well, with how things are going, I think it'd be more approppriate to call it my bullshit journal. I guess, if you don't care about my bs, it's best that you stop reading now.
I found Deep Underground Poetry when I was 16, as I've mentioned, I think, a million times before. A wee girl, wide-eyed to the strange new world before her. Now, I'm a 21-year-old woman. Jaded, consuming memes and...
#love
#women
#identity
#rebirth
#confessional
823 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2019 11:34pm
5th Feb 2019 11:34pm
intoxicated
Intoxicated by the sting and the crack
Of the whip-smart
Dreamy cloudy skies -
Streets littered with poetry.
The rain washes down on me and I
Am in living color,
Take a sip and I scream like in horror but it's not,
Breathing in -
Make me forget -
Everything,
My name
My scars and my storms
And the music's saying more
More, more.
Tell me again,
Everything.
Nails leave crescents on my chest,
My back, my waist, and the night sky -
Catch the stars under, ...
Of the whip-smart
Dreamy cloudy skies -
Streets littered with poetry.
The rain washes down on me and I
Am in living color,
Take a sip and I scream like in horror but it's not,
Breathing in -
Make me forget -
Everything,
My name
My scars and my storms
And the music's saying more
More, more.
Tell me again,
Everything.
Nails leave crescents on my chest,
My back, my waist, and the night sky -
Catch the stars under, ...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
978 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Feb 2019 8:45am
1st Feb 2019 8:45am
until it hurts
In it with the hour...
Sleepy thoughts,
Sleepy talk…
Hazy song...
In it with the beat,
Sharp teeth and bruises…
Anything that amuses -
Restless fingers, those that linger,
Of moonlight.
It's the soft, warm hug
That can change course at any time…
And frankly, I
Wouldn't mind.
It's the reckless strum to the strings,
The velvet when we sing -
And the bottle of water after -
Condensation and perspiration and
Secrets that seep deep into hollows
After.
I want you -
To bite...
Sleepy thoughts,
Sleepy talk…
Hazy song...
In it with the beat,
Sharp teeth and bruises…
Anything that amuses -
Restless fingers, those that linger,
Of moonlight.
It's the soft, warm hug
That can change course at any time…
And frankly, I
Wouldn't mind.
It's the reckless strum to the strings,
The velvet when we sing -
And the bottle of water after -
Condensation and perspiration and
Secrets that seep deep into hollows
After.
I want you -
To bite...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
975 reads
10 Comments
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