Submissions by toniscales (Lost Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am very critical of my own work but I tend to love intensely, and writing is an emotional release and catharsis I can't seem to resist.
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
22nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
Villains
Sometimes, the villain is only hinted at. The house so orderly and pristine before the villain comes. Our parents giggling and embracing like giddy teenagers. When the villain shows up, there's blood everywhere. On the floor, the knife. In the oatmeal. The villain is a mimic. Daylight and safety are a mirage. There is always something lurking in the forest that can sniff our innocence from miles away. The villain builds a house in the woods to lure us. It's not hard. We're aching to get away from them, to learn of grown-up things. How they always lie to us. Kissing us before bed but arsenic...
#dark
51 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
The Waiting Game
I sit on apartment patio
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
96 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
On Grandmas and Galaxies
(I haven't been able to write in so long. But this came this morning. I'm fumbling in the dark, and I can't write consistently well anymore--and the metaphors are all wrong--but, this is what came. And Varley, I love you so very much.)
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
#birth
#children
#love #parent
#love #parent
103 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
The Order (Prologue)
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
378 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
Somebody
I want somebody to share/
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
#love
#birth
#motherhood #daughter
#motherhood #daughter
390 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Feb 2022 10:39pm
7th Feb 2022 10:39pm
The Gift of Jacob
#love
#romantic
#ILoveYou #FallingInLove
#ILoveYou #FallingInLove
418 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2021 1:04pm
1st Jul 2021 1:04pm
Strange Fruit
This grief, it's what's most accessible. We hide in the morning in cat trees and thicket. Play possum in the ammunition field. The dawn grown bruised and soft like a plum. This sweet contagion, how I wear it on my glossed lips, my powdered dress. The white Mary Jane's that are never quite white. At dusk we scream bloody murder in the graves. Twist our bodies in the swings till we can't breathe. Our pockets jumbled with bones and crumpled school schedules. My mouth tasting of chocolate and a boy's heated breath. We're not quite innocent, not quite right, play light as a feather stiff as a...
#gothic
587 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2021 11:44pm
16th Jun 2021 11:44pm
Self Therapy Love Song Number Five
I love you.
How many times a day do I
Utter these words in my mind?
II.
But do I really love you?
No.
I hate you.
I hate you for lying to me.
I hate you for telling me
You loved me,
That you wanted me to be yours.
I hate you for all your lies
And manipulation.
You're just a guy staying in my house.
That's all you are to me now.
I'm going to get over you.
I'm going to learn to see you as ugly.
III.
I'm hideously bored ...
How many times a day do I
Utter these words in my mind?
II.
But do I really love you?
No.
I hate you.
I hate you for lying to me.
I hate you for telling me
You loved me,
That you wanted me to be yours.
I hate you for all your lies
And manipulation.
You're just a guy staying in my house.
That's all you are to me now.
I'm going to get over you.
I'm going to learn to see you as ugly.
III.
I'm hideously bored ...
#love
293 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2021 11:28pm
16th Jun 2021 11:28pm
Self Therapy Love Song Number Four
I'm paralyzed.
I can't do my laundry.
I can't do your laundry.
I've slept all day while you watched anime.
You do nothing but watch anime and play video games.
And sleep.
II.
I'm helplessly in love with you now.
You tried to fuck me again today.
I let you.
I turned around as you pounded me
From behind
And watched your face.
I had to watch the passion play
On your beautiful, angelic face.
I've committed your face
To memory, every haunting...
I can't do my laundry.
I can't do your laundry.
I've slept all day while you watched anime.
You do nothing but watch anime and play video games.
And sleep.
II.
I'm helplessly in love with you now.
You tried to fuck me again today.
I let you.
I turned around as you pounded me
From behind
And watched your face.
I had to watch the passion play
On your beautiful, angelic face.
I've committed your face
To memory, every haunting...
#love
271 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2021 7:22am
15th Jun 2021 7:22am
Self Therapy Love Song Number Three
Love is
A beautiful disease.
A beautiful disease.
#love
#UnrequitedLove
330 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Jun 2021 11:13am
7th Jun 2021 11:13am
The Parcel
She felt so alone.
It was time, she knew. Her only child was grown and had a life and family of her own. But everyone else was gone.
She had always suffered from that irrevocable aloneness. It had come with many names, many different diagnoses... A myriad different names for something so ineffable, something so difficult to describe, but something so familiar, a friend who had always been with her when no one else had.
That friend: the constant companion of loneliness, emptiness, a sense of bleakness and difficulty to feel pleasure in daily life. The sliding...
It was time, she knew. Her only child was grown and had a life and family of her own. But everyone else was gone.
She had always suffered from that irrevocable aloneness. It had come with many names, many different diagnoses... A myriad different names for something so ineffable, something so difficult to describe, but something so familiar, a friend who had always been with her when no one else had.
That friend: the constant companion of loneliness, emptiness, a sense of bleakness and difficulty to feel pleasure in daily life. The sliding...
#sadness
#depression
#hope
382 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2021 4:38am
7th Jun 2021 4:38am
Night Drive
He's leaving the car.
You know it's the last time you'll see him.
Night's fingers spread you open,
your body weeping with desire,
black and flowering like a bruise.
Above him hangs a headstone.
You've known him for two days
but you'll grieve him like a divorce.
Every night, his eyes paint the stars.
You know it's the last time you'll see him.
Night's fingers spread you open,
your body weeping with desire,
black and flowering like a bruise.
Above him hangs a headstone.
You've known him for two days
but you'll grieve him like a divorce.
Every night, his eyes paint the stars.
#love
#UnrequitedLove
391 reads
7 Comments
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