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 I can't seem to resist.
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
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2021 10:00am
28th Jun 2021 10:00am
Sunday Morning
It's been raining on and off.
I've been hurting recently,
a strange spot of darkness,
because I'm single and yearn
for a mate.
But now,
I'm in bed, listening to the gentle taps and patters, the soft music the rain makes, awash in a sea of pillows
and blankets. The cats are curled protectively around me.
I've been sleepy all day, and I nap
for bits and pieces of the day, wake up and nap again. I feel safe, warm,
and cozy. Okay to be alone.
It's a nice feeling.
Sunday morning;
the light returns.
I've been hurting recently,
a strange spot of darkness,
because I'm single and yearn
for a mate.
But now,
I'm in bed, listening to the gentle taps and patters, the soft music the rain makes, awash in a sea of pillows
and blankets. The cats are curled protectively around me.
I've been sleepy all day, and I nap
for bits and pieces of the day, wake up and nap again. I feel safe, warm,
and cozy. Okay to be alone.
It's a nice feeling.
Sunday morning;
the light returns.
#peace
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2021 6:35pm
20th Jun 2021 6:35pm
On Aging
I was always afraid
Of growing older.
I'm 47.
My twenties and thirties were dark,
Horrible times,
Storms of insecurity and uncertainty.
But now, peace has finally come.
I realize I don't need anyone
To make me happy.
I only have myself.
And that's enough.
It's okay to be alone.
Of growing older.
I'm 47.
My twenties and thirties were dark,
Horrible times,
Storms of insecurity and uncertainty.
But now, peace has finally come.
I realize I don't need anyone
To make me happy.
I only have myself.
And that's enough.
It's okay to be alone.
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2021 11:19am
18th Jun 2021 11:19am
Pictures for Jonathan Number Three
I think I'm ready.
I think I'm ready for you to leave.
I want myself back.
I want my life back.
But you were a beautiful dream.
The death of that dream hurts.
It will hurt for a long while.
But I'll be okay.
But you...
Your manipulation.
Your selfishness.
Your silence.
Your complete lack of appreciation
For anything I tried to do for you.
I'm done.
But I still see you in that one picture
I kept of you on my phone.
Your boyish face. ...
I think I'm ready for you to leave.
I want myself back.
I want my life back.
But you were a beautiful dream.
The death of that dream hurts.
It will hurt for a long while.
But I'll be okay.
But you...
Your manipulation.
Your selfishness.
Your silence.
Your complete lack of appreciation
For anything I tried to do for you.
I'm done.
But I still see you in that one picture
I kept of you on my phone.
Your boyish face. ...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2021 1:44am
18th Jun 2021 1:44am
Pictures for Jonathan Number Two
God it hurts.
It hurts to be near you.
You're sitting right next to me.
I yearn to touch you.
Hold you.
Put my head on your shoulder.
You're so beautiful to me.
Even though you haven't showered
In almost two weeks.
II.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Your eyes were closed.
I reached out and touched your face.
Softly kissed the corner of your mouth.
When I pulled away,
You pulled me back to you.
The whisper of your breath
On my lips.
You haven't brushed...
It hurts to be near you.
You're sitting right next to me.
I yearn to touch you.
Hold you.
Put my head on your shoulder.
You're so beautiful to me.
Even though you haven't showered
In almost two weeks.
II.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Your eyes were closed.
I reached out and touched your face.
Softly kissed the corner of your mouth.
When I pulled away,
You pulled me back to you.
The whisper of your breath
On my lips.
You haven't brushed...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2021 8:55am
17th Jun 2021 8:55am
Pictures for Jonathan
I want to talk to you.
I want to kiss you.
And hold you.
All those things I cannot do.
Because...
You're not mine.
I want to kiss you.
And hold you.
All those things I cannot do.
Because...
You're not mine.
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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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
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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
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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
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2021 2:12am
11th Jun 2021 2:12am
Self Therapy Love Song Number Two
I keep thinking about you.
All I know is that
You're not here right now.
Right now I'm somewhere else,
Away from you.
Without you.
I'm supposed to be living my life.
I'm trying.
I showered today, got dressed.
Went to visit my daughter.
I'm here with her now,
But my mind is with you.
And I wonder,
Do you miss me at all right now?
Do you even think about me?
I feel bored. Alone.
Because I'm not with you.
Life seems colorless
Without you in it.
I never thought I...
All I know is that
You're not here right now.
Right now I'm somewhere else,
Away from you.
Without you.
I'm supposed to be living my life.
I'm trying.
I showered today, got dressed.
Went to visit my daughter.
I'm here with her now,
But my mind is with you.
And I wonder,
Do you miss me at all right now?
Do you even think about me?
I feel bored. Alone.
Because I'm not with you.
Life seems colorless
Without you in it.
I never thought I...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#obsession
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 5:08pm
9th Jun 2021 5:08pm
Self Therapy Love Song
for J.
I've fallen for you.
What am I going to do?
I think of you all the time now.
Look at me right now,
sitting in the car, wondering what
I'm going to do with the day
while you sleep.
It's only obvious I'm just killing time, waiting for you to wake up.
He's not yours, I suddenly think.
I begin to cry.
You're not mine. You'll never be mine.
But I think of you all the time.
II.
I didn't want you to be homeless.
When she kicked you out, I took...
I've fallen for you.
What am I going to do?
I think of you all the time now.
Look at me right now,
sitting in the car, wondering what
I'm going to do with the day
while you sleep.
It's only obvious I'm just killing time, waiting for you to wake up.
He's not yours, I suddenly think.
I begin to cry.
You're not mine. You'll never be mine.
But I think of you all the time.
II.
I didn't want you to be homeless.
When she kicked you out, I took...
#love
#breakup
#ILoveYou #FallingInLove
#ILoveYou #FallingInLove
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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
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