Submissions by voiceofnowords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am nothing but a amateur, writing what I believe makes sense. Not for anyone am I writing for, only for myself.
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2016 5:24am
31st Jan 2016 5:24am
My Sun and Stars
I've always loved how she looked when her face was wet from the rain.
Her hair all over her face, if it was up then strands of it came out around her face. Her face was covered in drops as if she finished crying. I always saw beauty out of it. Her eyes, her makeup smudged a bit but it was though it was supposed to be like that. There was no flaw to it and when she was in my arms, it didn't matter if I got wet, her smell, her touch, she felt like the sun. No matter how cold, she was the sun to me and I smelled the rain on her, she smelled beautiful.
She walked in the rain and walked...
Her hair all over her face, if it was up then strands of it came out around her face. Her face was covered in drops as if she finished crying. I always saw beauty out of it. Her eyes, her makeup smudged a bit but it was though it was supposed to be like that. There was no flaw to it and when she was in my arms, it didn't matter if I got wet, her smell, her touch, she felt like the sun. No matter how cold, she was the sun to me and I smelled the rain on her, she smelled beautiful.
She walked in the rain and walked...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2015 7:31am
9th Jul 2015 7:31am
Two lives. One Woman. Part 1
Red painted nails going though my black curly hair
as I fix it in the mirror from your bedroom downstairs
Puttin' on my heels, strapping them tight
while going through my head what went on last night...
I was at the club- sipping drinks and champagne,
eatin' strawberries to make the flavor maintain.
Sixteen year old girls around me trying to hold their liquor
their outfits and dancing making em' look like strippers.
No 'Daddy's little girls' in a place like this-
unless they wanted sugar daddies then they got...
as I fix it in the mirror from your bedroom downstairs
Puttin' on my heels, strapping them tight
while going through my head what went on last night...
I was at the club- sipping drinks and champagne,
eatin' strawberries to make the flavor maintain.
Sixteen year old girls around me trying to hold their liquor
their outfits and dancing making em' look like strippers.
No 'Daddy's little girls' in a place like this-
unless they wanted sugar daddies then they got...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2015 7:20am
9th Jul 2015 7:20am
Time
Time escapes from the innocent
leaving them behind
trying to destroy what's relevant
in your not so - desperate life
Courage is gone - life is false --
everything you loved has lost hope
Time waste away - - not giving a damn
on who, what matters and forgiving them.
Time is gone- no fear is there
Just the feeling of Loss and Despair.
leaving them behind
trying to destroy what's relevant
in your not so - desperate life
Courage is gone - life is false --
everything you loved has lost hope
Time waste away - - not giving a damn
on who, what matters and forgiving them.
Time is gone- no fear is there
Just the feeling of Loss and Despair.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 6:38pm
3rd Feb 2015 6:38pm
let me love you
Words cannot flow through my mouth like an open book--
I cannot be expressive through my voice and my looks-
I can't say I love you with flowers n' that shit--
But I can try to show you how I want you, without havin' to say 'it'
I can grab your hand and look you in the eyes.
I can run my hands through your body and try to make you feel right.
I may not give you what'd you hope for
but I can give you somethin' betta-
I can give you what love dreams of--
What lovers write in letters.
I can give you the effort of givin' you my love. ...
I cannot be expressive through my voice and my looks-
I can't say I love you with flowers n' that shit--
But I can try to show you how I want you, without havin' to say 'it'
I can grab your hand and look you in the eyes.
I can run my hands through your body and try to make you feel right.
I may not give you what'd you hope for
but I can give you somethin' betta-
I can give you what love dreams of--
What lovers write in letters.
I can give you the effort of givin' you my love. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 00:03am
14th Sep 2014 00:03am
Alice.
Consider me Alice from Wonderland...
but in my class I sit in,
I hear music from the walls from the time the school was built in.
The outlandish figure of the women sit astray
like the flowers, petite, blooming of age.
The men lure back in a sensuous way.
Leaning on their seats smiling,waiting for you
... to make a mistake.
'Peaches' we are in this room of men who are smoke and dust.
The Teacher so elegant and full knowledge... is only known for her 'bust'.
She responds with a grin, her round face and...
but in my class I sit in,
I hear music from the walls from the time the school was built in.
The outlandish figure of the women sit astray
like the flowers, petite, blooming of age.
The men lure back in a sensuous way.
Leaning on their seats smiling,waiting for you
... to make a mistake.
'Peaches' we are in this room of men who are smoke and dust.
The Teacher so elegant and full knowledge... is only known for her 'bust'.
She responds with a grin, her round face and...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 4:38am
13th Jul 2014 4:38am
IRMA
Its been seven years- I just found you- Finally.
But I still feel like you can hurt me- making me feel so fragile inside.
You never said I'm Sorry, you never tried- then again I never fully forgave you.
Because I always wanted you to die.
But I still feel like you can hurt me- making me feel so fragile inside.
You never said I'm Sorry, you never tried- then again I never fully forgave you.
Because I always wanted you to die.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2014 4:57am
4th Jul 2014 4:57am
Eight.
I was eight.
You looked me straight into my eyes-- saying the words that would stick with me forever.
"I don't Love you Anymore."
I was eight--it hit me down to the core
of what brought my happiness--
After that-- I wasn't that princess I thought you praised,
with pink and glitter everywhere.
I was a nobody-- I felt you nowhere.
I was a way from you- Taken.
I thought you were mistaken.
But that wasn't the truth you hid from me--
The truth was that you meant it.
I was 11...
You looked me straight into my eyes-- saying the words that would stick with me forever.
"I don't Love you Anymore."
I was eight--it hit me down to the core
of what brought my happiness--
After that-- I wasn't that princess I thought you praised,
with pink and glitter everywhere.
I was a nobody-- I felt you nowhere.
I was a way from you- Taken.
I thought you were mistaken.
But that wasn't the truth you hid from me--
The truth was that you meant it.
I was 11...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 5:38am
19th Jun 2014 5:38am
Right between You and I
We were both a last chance for romance.
Both amateurs with no experience of keeping someone from first glance.
We were both unexpected, carrying passions, weird fetishes and demeaning traits we kept to ourselves.
But we said "Hi," we kept conversations flowing, expecting only a friendship only discovering we were lost books on a dusty book shelves-----
fluttering with words like no other and a story untold.
Without knowing, we were giving each other, each our soul.
We were trusting, which wasn't a trait we give others from...
Both amateurs with no experience of keeping someone from first glance.
We were both unexpected, carrying passions, weird fetishes and demeaning traits we kept to ourselves.
But we said "Hi," we kept conversations flowing, expecting only a friendship only discovering we were lost books on a dusty book shelves-----
fluttering with words like no other and a story untold.
Without knowing, we were giving each other, each our soul.
We were trusting, which wasn't a trait we give others from...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 4:22am
17th Mar 2014 4:22am
Fallin'
Look at this state where I lie
Trying to wake up, from falling so high
I am asleep from falling through the stars in the sky
I wake up from the brink of death from the lights
Minutes away from catching my breath
I've never been so sure wanting my death
Reaching the ground with a fatal blow
Crossing my heart with a desire to know
Why the pain crosses paths with you
The only thing in my life that
I thought was true...
Trying to wake up, from falling so high
I am asleep from falling through the stars in the sky
I wake up from the brink of death from the lights
Minutes away from catching my breath
I've never been so sure wanting my death
Reaching the ground with a fatal blow
Crossing my heart with a desire to know
Why the pain crosses paths with you
The only thing in my life that
I thought was true...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 10:06pm
19th Jan 2014 10:06pm
Breath of Life
I thought so many things.
I felt the life falling through my
fingers, a breath a way shunning
my soul within me.
Death was the only solution.
Until I felt a hand touch my neck
and pull my face to his. His Eyes
Pulled the faith inside of me again.
His breath became mine
and my life became his.
Because of those Eyes...
...I wanted to live again.
I felt the life falling through my
fingers, a breath a way shunning
my soul within me.
Death was the only solution.
Until I felt a hand touch my neck
and pull my face to his. His Eyes
Pulled the faith inside of me again.
His breath became mine
and my life became his.
Because of those Eyes...
...I wanted to live again.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Nov 2013 11:30pm
3rd Nov 2013 11:30pm
Young & Beautiful
I never knew that being in a typical class was to bring the most precious moments of my life.
I sat there and listened to the teacher as she explained things that we would probably forget later in life.
I heard something come out from what I thought was the air.
A lyric, a message, a note of some kind...
"What kind of music are you listening too?", I asked to a boy in white headphones.
"Japanese Rock." He said, I though he said Spanish but he still struck as a interest.
He was studying Japanese, writing and speaking it. Words in fragments,...
I sat there and listened to the teacher as she explained things that we would probably forget later in life.
I heard something come out from what I thought was the air.
A lyric, a message, a note of some kind...
"What kind of music are you listening too?", I asked to a boy in white headphones.
"Japanese Rock." He said, I though he said Spanish but he still struck as a interest.
He was studying Japanese, writing and speaking it. Words in fragments,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 2:02am
30th Oct 2013 2:02am
mine
Feel me inside and out.
As your lips,so soft touch me with a spark everywhere all around.
Your voice burns me from the fire we make.
So dangerous yet exciting.
We are to young to know that this will be the last time we will ever be together.
The feeling of dying makes this night even so better.
Because we embrace ourselves as if we are the sky and the stars.
Making each other beautiful.
SO beautiful and so real.
This isn't a dream
nothing so serene
but a Reality.
I am touching you
You are touching me.
We are under...
As your lips,so soft touch me with a spark everywhere all around.
Your voice burns me from the fire we make.
So dangerous yet exciting.
We are to young to know that this will be the last time we will ever be together.
The feeling of dying makes this night even so better.
Because we embrace ourselves as if we are the sky and the stars.
Making each other beautiful.
SO beautiful and so real.
This isn't a dream
nothing so serene
but a Reality.
I am touching you
You are touching me.
We are under...
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