Submissions by windupenigma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Nov 2009 4:55pm
10th Nov 2009 4:55pm
[*sparkles*]
I’m always drawn to
psychos and songs in minor keys,
and the way that wet things shine.
Spend my days stuffing
memories of you in some
tiny little box labeled “Pain,”
[pieces like confetti]
leave it on the shelf collecting dust
until some rainy day when I’m
feeling masochistic.
I think I’m allergic to thinking of you,
and scratching, dig a hole,
picking at a scab that isn’t there.
I feel disfigured,
twisted,
tied in knots that turn my stomach,
I’m wrapped around
[the memory of the ring around]...
psychos and songs in minor keys,
and the way that wet things shine.
Spend my days stuffing
memories of you in some
tiny little box labeled “Pain,”
[pieces like confetti]
leave it on the shelf collecting dust
until some rainy day when I’m
feeling masochistic.
I think I’m allergic to thinking of you,
and scratching, dig a hole,
picking at a scab that isn’t there.
I feel disfigured,
twisted,
tied in knots that turn my stomach,
I’m wrapped around
[the memory of the ring around]...
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2009 4:53pm
10th Nov 2009 4:53pm
Tightrope
There you were,
and there was I,
struck dumb,
beautiful moment of
nothing,
in which you were everything,
intangible and
not fully realized
until there was nothing left
to cherish.
Too much time in
so few seconds,
pithy in their succinctness
of how naive I can be,
how blind.
Chalk it up to a tragic flaw:
ignoring what I have
for fear of
knowing what I'll lose,
how far I'll fall
when I see how far I've climbed.
I can only walk the tightrope with my eyes closed.
Yesterday
is only...
and there was I,
struck dumb,
beautiful moment of
nothing,
in which you were everything,
intangible and
not fully realized
until there was nothing left
to cherish.
Too much time in
so few seconds,
pithy in their succinctness
of how naive I can be,
how blind.
Chalk it up to a tragic flaw:
ignoring what I have
for fear of
knowing what I'll lose,
how far I'll fall
when I see how far I've climbed.
I can only walk the tightrope with my eyes closed.
Yesterday
is only...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2009 00:20am
8th Nov 2009 00:20am
Aphrodite [.fallen.]
It ((hurts))
when you find these self.inflicted.bruises
unattractive--
because some of them
[.I wear for you.]
I told you once
that I have it in me
to _worship_ you like a god;
you looked at me //sideways//,
in the kind of way that means
[.I’m not making sense.]
Do you even know the worth
of what you [hold] in your hands?
Just your pretty wind.up.enigma
//.taken for granted.\\
put up on a pedestal
&& forgotten on the ^heights^.
[..I miss being looked at
like I mean something..]
when you find these self.inflicted.bruises
unattractive--
because some of them
[.I wear for you.]
I told you once
that I have it in me
to _worship_ you like a god;
you looked at me //sideways//,
in the kind of way that means
[.I’m not making sense.]
Do you even know the worth
of what you [hold] in your hands?
Just your pretty wind.up.enigma
//.taken for granted.\\
put up on a pedestal
&& forgotten on the ^heights^.
[..I miss being looked at
like I mean something..]
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2009 00:20am
8th Nov 2009 00:20am
Stitches
In sporadic sentences,
you carelessly defined yourself,
and every third word
was tragic.
Treating the broken mirror
like misplaced bits of heaven,
I sang off-key,
trying to
explain away your flaws.
In hues of violence and
tainted perfection,
you sewed shut wounds
I didn't know were there,
but in your absence
I picked out every stitch
with methodic patience,
one for every hour
spent wishing for more
until I
completely unraveled
myself.
you carelessly defined yourself,
and every third word
was tragic.
Treating the broken mirror
like misplaced bits of heaven,
I sang off-key,
trying to
explain away your flaws.
In hues of violence and
tainted perfection,
you sewed shut wounds
I didn't know were there,
but in your absence
I picked out every stitch
with methodic patience,
one for every hour
spent wishing for more
until I
completely unraveled
myself.
798 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2009 6:35pm
6th Nov 2009 6:35pm
Chasing Sirens
Time's meaning erased, embracing fantasy:
fiery tails traced 'cross skies,
disgraced in mind's eye by
beauty beheld and held gently,
moments well spent reminiscing.
List'ning, expectant--
an echo, mirror image,
found reluctant, but willing,
lusting trustingly,
filling cracks with the balm of your smile;
calm descends,
mending rifts in defenses long untended.
Intentions be damned, I want this;
from the first kiss, I was yours.
So ruin me,
fine-tune the machine of yourself for destruction
and break me;...
fiery tails traced 'cross skies,
disgraced in mind's eye by
beauty beheld and held gently,
moments well spent reminiscing.
List'ning, expectant--
an echo, mirror image,
found reluctant, but willing,
lusting trustingly,
filling cracks with the balm of your smile;
calm descends,
mending rifts in defenses long untended.
Intentions be damned, I want this;
from the first kiss, I was yours.
So ruin me,
fine-tune the machine of yourself for destruction
and break me;...
764 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2009 6:24pm
6th Nov 2009 6:24pm
Sugar
Syrup-sweet and
edible,
you pose, proposing
in languid prose
feats deserving poetry.
Supple-soft and
craveable,
milk and honey, love,
ungovernable
candy-urges surfacing.
Sticky-wet and
panting,
slantingly romancing,
horizontal dancing,
a melting sugar-tangle.
edible,
you pose, proposing
in languid prose
feats deserving poetry.
Supple-soft and
craveable,
milk and honey, love,
ungovernable
candy-urges surfacing.
Sticky-wet and
panting,
slantingly romancing,
horizontal dancing,
a melting sugar-tangle.
1318 reads
4 Comments
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