Submissions by thepositivelydark
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Touched with fire.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2017 1:18pm
30th Jan 2017 1:18pm
The Words
The lights hurt my eyes as I stepped backstage,
A bit dazed with a heart stubbornly thumping.
No dim lights and spotlight,
Just steady brightness.
I
Faced the mirror to wipe away
The colors from my eyes -
The shadows, a sparkly night smudged on paper.
The bloody color swiped,
Leaving these lips
Just bitten.
And I'm almost back to looking like the
Innocent kitten
That
Most men asked me for.
And I wondered what you asked for -
From her.
I put on a nice dress -
The color...
A bit dazed with a heart stubbornly thumping.
No dim lights and spotlight,
Just steady brightness.
I
Faced the mirror to wipe away
The colors from my eyes -
The shadows, a sparkly night smudged on paper.
The bloody color swiped,
Leaving these lips
Just bitten.
And I'm almost back to looking like the
Innocent kitten
That
Most men asked me for.
And I wondered what you asked for -
From her.
I put on a nice dress -
The color...
805 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2017 6:42pm
29th Jan 2017 6:42pm
The Dance
The Garden - Mirah : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgCKQU_-PsA
All their eyes were on me
As I
Took the stage.
You sat front and center,
Eyes never wandering as my
Hips start slow,
But if you really knew me -
In a song like this,
In a dance like this -
You'd know
The beat would come.
It always does.
And the dance goes.
A girl stomping her feet and petulant;
A woman fuming, fueled by
Passion -
The crowd,
Applauding as she...
All their eyes were on me
As I
Took the stage.
You sat front and center,
Eyes never wandering as my
Hips start slow,
But if you really knew me -
In a song like this,
In a dance like this -
You'd know
The beat would come.
It always does.
And the dance goes.
A girl stomping her feet and petulant;
A woman fuming, fueled by
Passion -
The crowd,
Applauding as she...
804 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2017 4:40pm
25th Jan 2017 4:40pm
Stitch
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.” - David Ellsworth
You were not meant to be ours yet you managed to squeeze your way into our hearts. With your floppy ears and sweet eyes, you were a pretty puppy, though the world sees you as vicious. A dangerous pitbull. You were supposed to stay just for a while until someone adopts you; we already had four furry white dogs.
You probably knew this was home.
For a while you had no name. Were you Elizabeth? Beth? But with dad and his humor, you ended up having the best name....
You were not meant to be ours yet you managed to squeeze your way into our hearts. With your floppy ears and sweet eyes, you were a pretty puppy, though the world sees you as vicious. A dangerous pitbull. You were supposed to stay just for a while until someone adopts you; we already had four furry white dogs.
You probably knew this was home.
For a while you had no name. Were you Elizabeth? Beth? But with dad and his humor, you ended up having the best name....
800 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2017 5:35pm
20th Jan 2017 5:35pm
Je sui la fille en feu
The embers have long gone cold.
I draw lines on the ashes -
Shapes and words -
While shivering
Under spiraling starry skies -
In the distance,
A gunshot.
What do I know of fire, of heat?
Of this stupid heart that beats -
Stubborn -
In the empty shell frozen in time.
The night goes on and daylight comes.
You come and go.
I stand and wait...beg and pray.
I crumble in tears as memories run -
White innocence, picking petals, and sun.
Trees, the river.
The thick blankets of home on a ...
I draw lines on the ashes -
Shapes and words -
While shivering
Under spiraling starry skies -
In the distance,
A gunshot.
What do I know of fire, of heat?
Of this stupid heart that beats -
Stubborn -
In the empty shell frozen in time.
The night goes on and daylight comes.
You come and go.
I stand and wait...beg and pray.
I crumble in tears as memories run -
White innocence, picking petals, and sun.
Trees, the river.
The thick blankets of home on a ...
863 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jan 2017 12:22pm
15th Jan 2017 12:22pm
2017
Happy New Year, DU!
On the last week of 2016, I had trouble accessing DUP. I was MIA, I know, but it's fixed now. :) In spite of that, I think I won't be able around that much, for a while, at least. Why? Because finally, finally I'll be going back to school.
I'll be piecing my life back together.
And I know that there'd be a lot more poems to be written as I experience life more and more, but in the meantime, school is where most of my focus would be.
In the coming days, I'll be posting poems that I've written during the past weeks that I haven't had the...
On the last week of 2016, I had trouble accessing DUP. I was MIA, I know, but it's fixed now. :) In spite of that, I think I won't be able around that much, for a while, at least. Why? Because finally, finally I'll be going back to school.
I'll be piecing my life back together.
And I know that there'd be a lot more poems to be written as I experience life more and more, but in the meantime, school is where most of my focus would be.
In the coming days, I'll be posting poems that I've written during the past weeks that I haven't had the...
668 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2016 10:10am
20th Dec 2016 10:10am
Awesome
We ran away from the day
Believing
No one can catch us.
Running through streets under drizzles,
My insides
As fizzy as your caffeine,
As warm as my hot cocoa.
You...sweet cinnamon roll.
Humor sounding like
It's dried in my city
To the bone
Silly jokes - stupid really -
Making me punch your arm,
Tough and tattooed as it is,
You just
Grinned as
You kissed my fist -
And I was dizzy.
How did I get here?
You?
Every midnight catching up
On
Me.
When I...
Believing
No one can catch us.
Running through streets under drizzles,
My insides
As fizzy as your caffeine,
As warm as my hot cocoa.
You...sweet cinnamon roll.
Humor sounding like
It's dried in my city
To the bone
Silly jokes - stupid really -
Making me punch your arm,
Tough and tattooed as it is,
You just
Grinned as
You kissed my fist -
And I was dizzy.
How did I get here?
You?
Every midnight catching up
On
Me.
When I...
761 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2016 10:03am
20th Dec 2016 10:03am
Bang Bang
You tightened your arm around my waist.
Pressed
A gentle kiss on my neck.
You pulled the cool sheets down
As we were lying in bed -
Baby, the smoke escaped your lips.
Your 'I love you' -
Such an awful sound.
Always moonlit -
Its beauty now quite doubtful.
Cold metal touched my cold hips,
Traveled up my ear.
Tucked wayward tendrils of hair -
With your revolver;
And we'd play Russian roulette
To get me out of your revolving
Door of women,
Probably replace me with a
Russian brunette
With fancy words,
Who...
Pressed
A gentle kiss on my neck.
You pulled the cool sheets down
As we were lying in bed -
Baby, the smoke escaped your lips.
Your 'I love you' -
Such an awful sound.
Always moonlit -
Its beauty now quite doubtful.
Cold metal touched my cold hips,
Traveled up my ear.
Tucked wayward tendrils of hair -
With your revolver;
And we'd play Russian roulette
To get me out of your revolving
Door of women,
Probably replace me with a
Russian brunette
With fancy words,
Who...
828 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 10:52am
8th Dec 2016 10:52am
Jerk
I see their smug grins on TV with the body count,
The catcalling hypocrites.
All I see in my head is them in a circle-jerk session -
Spitting speeches for a smoother grip on the masses,
Cursing those who contradicts,
Contra-dick.
Tugging their disgusting dicks,
Eyes rolling back in their head,
As they cum to power,
Spewing vileness -
Drips of a future
Unpleasantly cloudy -
Stained, dirty,
To spawn more vileness,
More darkness,
Bleakness,
Depressing headless headlines.
And my countrymen will...
The catcalling hypocrites.
All I see in my head is them in a circle-jerk session -
Spitting speeches for a smoother grip on the masses,
Cursing those who contradicts,
Contra-dick.
Tugging their disgusting dicks,
Eyes rolling back in their head,
As they cum to power,
Spewing vileness -
Drips of a future
Unpleasantly cloudy -
Stained, dirty,
To spawn more vileness,
More darkness,
Bleakness,
Depressing headless headlines.
And my countrymen will...
996 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 10:29am
8th Dec 2016 10:29am
For Them, Who Cannot Keep Me Any Longer
She is all there.
...
She is, in fact, exquisite.
...
Let's face it, I have been momentary,
A luxury.
...
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
- "For My Lover, Returning to His Wife," Anne Sexton
You have such a way with words, honey.
Such a way with words.
They billow out of your mouth,
Stained with the color of her lips.
I see it.
I hear her say your prayers every night.
And how they all fall into
Pages of binding
Signed with your names.
...
...
She is, in fact, exquisite.
...
Let's face it, I have been momentary,
A luxury.
...
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
- "For My Lover, Returning to His Wife," Anne Sexton
You have such a way with words, honey.
Such a way with words.
They billow out of your mouth,
Stained with the color of her lips.
I see it.
I hear her say your prayers every night.
And how they all fall into
Pages of binding
Signed with your names.
...
#AnneSexton
963 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 11:23am
5th Dec 2016 11:23am
Wonder
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4pi1LxuDHc
She had been staring at him for a few moments now, debating on whether she should take his outstretched hand and run away with him.
What to do? This is the lonely town - with dead dreams, dead people, hopes trampled on, and painful resurrections. Crossroads with souls just passing by to get somewhere bigger, with some souls planted firmly on the ground - knowing little else, or simply are content.
But not her. She is restless, and he knows this. Knows sleepless nights, and...
She had been staring at him for a few moments now, debating on whether she should take his outstretched hand and run away with him.
What to do? This is the lonely town - with dead dreams, dead people, hopes trampled on, and painful resurrections. Crossroads with souls just passing by to get somewhere bigger, with some souls planted firmly on the ground - knowing little else, or simply are content.
But not her. She is restless, and he knows this. Knows sleepless nights, and...
809 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 00:47am
2nd Dec 2016 00:47am
Slit, Swallow (TRIGGER WARNING)
838 reads
12 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2016 4:53am
23rd Nov 2016 4:53am
Good
Good for nothings come sweetly,
Packaged nicely -
Usually with depression -
And suicidal ideations -
Distorted thinking...
(in truth, they're gold)
He stumbled upon me while
I was sparking words,
Unwrapped me carefully.
Wistfully
Meeting in the air,
Light from the earth,
Barefoot dancing on beaches
Reveling in the dirty, and fires
Of drift
wood...
he ripped me open
Took a pocket knife to slash,
See me bleed word after word,
Got me wet.
Meeting in dark...
Packaged nicely -
Usually with depression -
And suicidal ideations -
Distorted thinking...
(in truth, they're gold)
He stumbled upon me while
I was sparking words,
Unwrapped me carefully.
Wistfully
Meeting in the air,
Light from the earth,
Barefoot dancing on beaches
Reveling in the dirty, and fires
Of drift
wood...
he ripped me open
Took a pocket knife to slash,
See me bleed word after word,
Got me wet.
Meeting in dark...
871 reads
3 Comments
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