Submissions by AdeleRae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Her Again
Her favorite color is yellow
Always to stand out in a crowd
Trying to be something
Find herself out
But to stand out or be true
That can fuck up someone
Someone like me
Lost in the background
Pulled out and dazzled
Now she went and blew me
Blew me off
Like some filthy parasite
How she sees me
Puts the blame heavily
Weighted on a fixed scale
What am I really
I know I am someone
Who can't stand her face
That fucking voice
Abrasive and needy
My favorite color is red
Because I like...
Always to stand out in a crowd
Trying to be something
Find herself out
But to stand out or be true
That can fuck up someone
Someone like me
Lost in the background
Pulled out and dazzled
Now she went and blew me
Blew me off
Like some filthy parasite
How she sees me
Puts the blame heavily
Weighted on a fixed scale
What am I really
I know I am someone
Who can't stand her face
That fucking voice
Abrasive and needy
My favorite color is red
Because I like...
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my job
incense make dust
label my fingertips
the music south and drums
dancing in the fire
plastic covers the
lp cd
floating in the air
ep
solid forms and together
together brought a form
art that holds the soul
possession and liquid
starving
thirst
bring me to see
those other things that
those people see
label my fingertips
the music south and drums
dancing in the fire
plastic covers the
lp cd
floating in the air
ep
solid forms and together
together brought a form
art that holds the soul
possession and liquid
starving
thirst
bring me to see
those other things that
those people see
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A Backbend?
I Find myself in a meeting
A senseless card
Reflecting a vision of time
Bitter old enmities
You once held towards me
And what I did
What I did you you
That's not fair,
Is it?
That I am seen as monster-
The one you stuff under your bed.
You're relapsing
Under beaming moonlight
Or that spotlight
You try to scrub
Out of your filthy hair
Filled with grease
Clumps of his blood
I feel your placid expression,
On my blind lashes.
A senseless card
Reflecting a vision of time
Bitter old enmities
You once held towards me
And what I did
What I did you you
That's not fair,
Is it?
That I am seen as monster-
The one you stuff under your bed.
You're relapsing
Under beaming moonlight
Or that spotlight
You try to scrub
Out of your filthy hair
Filled with grease
Clumps of his blood
I feel your placid expression,
On my blind lashes.
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You
It's true
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
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I'M NOT AN ARTIST!
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Mirage
She's not real
Her skin's not there
As I touch it
Air thickens
Mirages biting at my shoulder
Running along my neck
While I drive
Driven by music
To the beat of notes
Love one's
I find them in my locker
Stuffed in the grates
And in purple trenches
Blocked by repression
Depression in my past
No longer there
Like her
Gone
Just a centerfold now.
Her skin's not there
As I touch it
Air thickens
Mirages biting at my shoulder
Running along my neck
While I drive
Driven by music
To the beat of notes
Love one's
I find them in my locker
Stuffed in the grates
And in purple trenches
Blocked by repression
Depression in my past
No longer there
Like her
Gone
Just a centerfold now.
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Last Friday
I know I shouldn't
See other people's souls
It's not right
Their private property
I am a trespasser
.on.
A train bridge
Everything moving
.so.
Fast, but I can't kick
With flip flops, and
Some wooden planks missing
Gotta turn back
Gotta run to the other side
Around the tough town
Drug dealers in green Neon's
See other people's souls
It's not right
Their private property
I am a trespasser
.on.
A train bridge
Everything moving
.so.
Fast, but I can't kick
With flip flops, and
Some wooden planks missing
Gotta turn back
Gotta run to the other side
Around the tough town
Drug dealers in green Neon's
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My Darling
My darling Clementine
It seems I have fallen in love again
In that full length feature
What a beautiful creature
Of mice and men
Will it happen again
When our own lack of guts
Will pursue
Covents and babies
My soul so sensitive
Your fitting, fragile heart
Blinding my wake
I don't know what to say
You make me feel like a child
A wide eyes wonder
No mature thoughts
and
You're calling me smart?
It seems I have fallen in love again
In that full length feature
What a beautiful creature
Of mice and men
Will it happen again
When our own lack of guts
Will pursue
Covents and babies
My soul so sensitive
Your fitting, fragile heart
Blinding my wake
I don't know what to say
You make me feel like a child
A wide eyes wonder
No mature thoughts
and
You're calling me smart?
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Potpourri
Sweet potpourri masking my body
It sits on my rugged skin like lotion
Never soaking into my cells
It covers the convulsing stench
My body chilling in a meat locker
Slowly frosting
My skin a sickly blue colour
Black like a long bruise
My mouth hangs open just a bit
My taste buds a sheet of placid plastic
Your tounge shoving near down my esophagus
Pant's zipped down near full
Forceful like your knife
With my blood frozen to
Stained steel
Stealing me
The tears that bit down my breasts
Frozen
It sits on my rugged skin like lotion
Never soaking into my cells
It covers the convulsing stench
My body chilling in a meat locker
Slowly frosting
My skin a sickly blue colour
Black like a long bruise
My mouth hangs open just a bit
My taste buds a sheet of placid plastic
Your tounge shoving near down my esophagus
Pant's zipped down near full
Forceful like your knife
With my blood frozen to
Stained steel
Stealing me
The tears that bit down my breasts
Frozen
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Gypsy
Stripping the highway down
Bare bones and dust
I want to see it
All passing by
Each scene its own frame
I want to ride
The car smoothing
My feet sweeping dirt
Along the silent trail
My trial
Solid forms and tepid tea
steam fading in dusk
Those subtle inspirations
Stirring
Sugar in coffee
Warmed by cream
Ancient feeling
Gypsy soul.
Bare bones and dust
I want to see it
All passing by
Each scene its own frame
I want to ride
The car smoothing
My feet sweeping dirt
Along the silent trail
My trial
Solid forms and tepid tea
steam fading in dusk
Those subtle inspirations
Stirring
Sugar in coffee
Warmed by cream
Ancient feeling
Gypsy soul.
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Just Words
I'm capitalizing
All of the words
Coming to my head
In a frenzy of repentance
Bewitching the sins
The savoring flavor
My baby child wallowing
Filth laid out before tomorrow
Old Roman font is now
Shaving at my wrist
What of her wrist
Those slender bits of things
I can see it on you
On your bitten broken feet
The dress only cuts my ankles
Burning through my breasts
Their heads covered
White masks ate her head
Tying me down with liquid rope
I can hear the chanting
Faint and awaking
The fair...
All of the words
Coming to my head
In a frenzy of repentance
Bewitching the sins
The savoring flavor
My baby child wallowing
Filth laid out before tomorrow
Old Roman font is now
Shaving at my wrist
What of her wrist
Those slender bits of things
I can see it on you
On your bitten broken feet
The dress only cuts my ankles
Burning through my breasts
Their heads covered
White masks ate her head
Tying me down with liquid rope
I can hear the chanting
Faint and awaking
The fair...
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