Submissions by Anonymous_Writing
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2012 5:04pm
29th May 2012 5:04pm
Adieu, Pour Toujours
The wind whips along the edges of my face and I feel the cold darkness slips out my feet as they dangle off the ledge of the building; the world below me continues to move on as I sit and watch them love and breathe: live.
There is something in the air around my heart,
how it aches at the site of such brightness.
My hair curls up and around my cheeks and ears when I close my eyes and imagine the way it would be without some one like me, though not in any type of dark way; merely a thought billowing out from under a caged hallway.
A smile forms when I think of...
There is something in the air around my heart,
how it aches at the site of such brightness.
My hair curls up and around my cheeks and ears when I close my eyes and imagine the way it would be without some one like me, though not in any type of dark way; merely a thought billowing out from under a caged hallway.
A smile forms when I think of...
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th May 2012 8:08pm
11th May 2012 8:08pm
Huh
And how would you know.
I hate this twist in my gut.
In breaking you I found comfort in control.
Shut the door on your way out.
You never really honestly knew me.
I'll never see you again in my life.
And if I do I'd hope you'd be grown up enough to get over it.
Shut up.
You have no idea who I am.
I am anonymous in many ways.
Fuck. This.
Go on run your mouth so I look dumb when I write another fucking reply like this one.
You're right. Okay?
So shut up. Just stop. ...
I hate this twist in my gut.
In breaking you I found comfort in control.
Shut the door on your way out.
You never really honestly knew me.
I'll never see you again in my life.
And if I do I'd hope you'd be grown up enough to get over it.
Shut up.
You have no idea who I am.
I am anonymous in many ways.
Fuck. This.
Go on run your mouth so I look dumb when I write another fucking reply like this one.
You're right. Okay?
So shut up. Just stop. ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th May 2012 8:49pm
9th May 2012 8:49pm
Entry # 5
Wasn't it good enough?
The famaliarity of it all.
Oddly cold against my touch.
Twelve different heartbeats in my chest,
They try to crawl away from me.
From my hands up above like fists.
Because that angry master in the front hall,
The one holding their bloody fists at their sides:
Is me.
And even though I am sick, no one will understand that I like it hot against my wrists.
Because in the dead of night I miss every crack against me.
The stakes slicing their way into my flesh,
I wasn't always the victim,
It reminds me that I...
The famaliarity of it all.
Oddly cold against my touch.
Twelve different heartbeats in my chest,
They try to crawl away from me.
From my hands up above like fists.
Because that angry master in the front hall,
The one holding their bloody fists at their sides:
Is me.
And even though I am sick, no one will understand that I like it hot against my wrists.
Because in the dead of night I miss every crack against me.
The stakes slicing their way into my flesh,
I wasn't always the victim,
It reminds me that I...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th May 2012 2:24am
9th May 2012 2:24am
Entry # 4
the piano dances like a sweet soft tango
harsh in its own ways and even in its lows
I stare at the blank of a screen and find nothing
words scrolling up with imagination and nothing still
because I feel that all I am is nothing to anyone at all
even if I know that its not true
I cant help when I feel a little blue
like the color of her hair I drew
sometimes I look out the windshield and see a girl
I can never ever see her face but I know if I did she would sneer
which makes me smile I guess
it makes me want to walk by her car and...
harsh in its own ways and even in its lows
I stare at the blank of a screen and find nothing
words scrolling up with imagination and nothing still
because I feel that all I am is nothing to anyone at all
even if I know that its not true
I cant help when I feel a little blue
like the color of her hair I drew
sometimes I look out the windshield and see a girl
I can never ever see her face but I know if I did she would sneer
which makes me smile I guess
it makes me want to walk by her car and...
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STORY POEM
Published
8th May 2012 11:56pm
8th May 2012 11:56pm
The Story Of Rodger
I felt it like a super nova.
Like a shark biting down on skin.
Felt a sharp tingling filling up my chest.
It tasted different than it had before.
It wasn't light anymore.
Instead hot and thick around my head.
Heart thumping against frail bones.
Under a cotton woven halloween costume.
I blacked out.
When I awoke my head was pressed against a cold car glass,
And I couldn't feel my body beneath my hard head,
There were streetlights above me that glared and gleamed.
It was like my eyes were...
Like a shark biting down on skin.
Felt a sharp tingling filling up my chest.
It tasted different than it had before.
It wasn't light anymore.
Instead hot and thick around my head.
Heart thumping against frail bones.
Under a cotton woven halloween costume.
I blacked out.
When I awoke my head was pressed against a cold car glass,
And I couldn't feel my body beneath my hard head,
There were streetlights above me that glared and gleamed.
It was like my eyes were...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 7:37am
30th Apr 2012 7:37am
My Mind
The light bulb blinked before I turned over and laughed a morbid cackle to burst through the pipes of darkness. Tapping a finger along iron edges as I'm finding it harder to sit still in plain image. Tone raises and I stand up to the girl in the mirror, my eyes gleaming with dire choices to destroy. Legs pumping and running to the door where there I meet a cold wind chill in the blistered night, sores prodded open with a wedge of fear. Hammer and nail, madness at scale. Down the bolted path of dirt with bare feet, white dress billowing in the wind almost getting caught on branches and wires....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Apr 2012 7:12am
30th Apr 2012 7:12am
Entry #3
does your back ache when you want to get up
and you cant really do anything but lay there
because youre afraid that if you get up you might
fall back down and never know how to get back up
ever again because if the world ends you might be
disappointed with the way things were in your laying
down life and then whatll you do and even if things
were different would you really want to change them
but what if you do change them and then youre not the
same person you thought you were but then everyone
or more no one will even know who you are and...
and you cant really do anything but lay there
because youre afraid that if you get up you might
fall back down and never know how to get back up
ever again because if the world ends you might be
disappointed with the way things were in your laying
down life and then whatll you do and even if things
were different would you really want to change them
but what if you do change them and then youre not the
same person you thought you were but then everyone
or more no one will even know who you are and...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 8:44pm
29th Apr 2012 8:44pm
Lay Your Head Down, Baby
I could sooner smell the coco butter kiss
Than taste the iron rotting my teeth.
Just as you smile at my frown in the aching shade
It makes me want to swim with the sharks.
Life moves slowly as I watch from six feet away
Under the cold of the burning sun.
My head hurts more than it did this morning
But I couldn't tell you why, I doubt I could talk.
I think I could fly off that rock ledge top
Land in the long embrace of you from the sand castle.
Even if the kitchen isn't the highest point I smile
Get up for a single split...
Than taste the iron rotting my teeth.
Just as you smile at my frown in the aching shade
It makes me want to swim with the sharks.
Life moves slowly as I watch from six feet away
Under the cold of the burning sun.
My head hurts more than it did this morning
But I couldn't tell you why, I doubt I could talk.
I think I could fly off that rock ledge top
Land in the long embrace of you from the sand castle.
Even if the kitchen isn't the highest point I smile
Get up for a single split...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Apr 2012 3:12pm
27th Apr 2012 3:12pm
Entry # 2
It was the single, most uplifting moment when I saw her,
Smiling over at me as I sweated in that leather seat,
And how she thought I was cute when my cheeks were flushed,
Like in the way I feel I've known her forever.
As I sit in this chair,
Remember that day,
Find that I'd hate to walk away.
(Not that I would anyway)
And I know that I don't need her to live,
That without her I feel like being dead,
But with her in my life- It makes it easier to live.
It came so natural to say that I love her,
As it came natural to blush at the...
Smiling over at me as I sweated in that leather seat,
And how she thought I was cute when my cheeks were flushed,
Like in the way I feel I've known her forever.
As I sit in this chair,
Remember that day,
Find that I'd hate to walk away.
(Not that I would anyway)
And I know that I don't need her to live,
That without her I feel like being dead,
But with her in my life- It makes it easier to live.
It came so natural to say that I love her,
As it came natural to blush at the...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 9:18pm
9th Apr 2012 9:18pm
One Happy Poem
Love is a flower blooming in a winters grip,
Something I have known not of but now is what I fall into
Whenever I look up at the gold haired woman of ice green eyes;
Who prowls the edges of my skull with dreams
That I once thought I would never accomplish
But now see them so fully there waiting for me.
Something I have known not of but now is what I fall into
Whenever I look up at the gold haired woman of ice green eyes;
Who prowls the edges of my skull with dreams
That I once thought I would never accomplish
But now see them so fully there waiting for me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 8:23pm
9th Apr 2012 8:23pm
Heaven Or Hell
Heaven is being able to talk to you everyday,
While the Hell in that is not hearing the sound of your voice.
Heaven is when you say good night so sweetly,
Hell is when I turn over in my bed and you're not there.
Heaven being that loving place in the space between your arms,
Hell is not being able to feel such a hold or touch.
Heaven is laugh you forever hide guilty and when you dream in fiction,
Hell is waking up in a nightmare where nothing is real anymore.
Heaven is when you tell me it's okay to feel the silly things I do,
Hell is...
While the Hell in that is not hearing the sound of your voice.
Heaven is when you say good night so sweetly,
Hell is when I turn over in my bed and you're not there.
Heaven being that loving place in the space between your arms,
Hell is not being able to feel such a hold or touch.
Heaven is laugh you forever hide guilty and when you dream in fiction,
Hell is waking up in a nightmare where nothing is real anymore.
Heaven is when you tell me it's okay to feel the silly things I do,
Hell is...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 11:48pm
4th Apr 2012 11:48pm
Travel Down Anger
Red Blue
Red Blue
Red Blue
Why won't the cops come for you?
Blue Red
Blue Red
Blue Red
Don't they know that you are dead?
D E A D
See I can type out things,
Just as easily.
Crack Back
Crack Back
Crack Back
This shovel's gonna' give you such a fucking wack.
Black Out
Black Out
Black Out
Like punching a disobedient puppy's snout.
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
No more voice like a dove's coo.
Yeah, I know I lied;
Watch me cut...
Red Blue
Red Blue
Why won't the cops come for you?
Blue Red
Blue Red
Blue Red
Don't they know that you are dead?
D E A D
See I can type out things,
Just as easily.
Crack Back
Crack Back
Crack Back
This shovel's gonna' give you such a fucking wack.
Black Out
Black Out
Black Out
Like punching a disobedient puppy's snout.
Fuck You
Fuck You
Fuck You
No more voice like a dove's coo.
Yeah, I know I lied;
Watch me cut...
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