Submissions by BlackRose_Mira (Elle)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The raucous, random ramblings of T.M. Emanuelle.
Heartburn (lost)
Get out of my head
I miss you so bad
this can't be good for me
too much of what I've had
I know I love you
i wish otherwise
Over time, it grew
and you know time flies
But you never notice me
besides for studio and stage
What's this to be?
Life's such a rage
you make me out of place
like this is a big race
I'm scared I'm way too late
but maybe it's just fate
I wanna know how you feel
If I'm lucky, this is real
But of course, Luck hates me
So maybe I should leave you be?
...
I miss you so bad
this can't be good for me
too much of what I've had
I know I love you
i wish otherwise
Over time, it grew
and you know time flies
But you never notice me
besides for studio and stage
What's this to be?
Life's such a rage
you make me out of place
like this is a big race
I'm scared I'm way too late
but maybe it's just fate
I wanna know how you feel
If I'm lucky, this is real
But of course, Luck hates me
So maybe I should leave you be?
...
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Spectrelight Eyes
You're the beast to tranquilize
trying to live outside these lies
I'm the one on the brink of demise
the truth is shown in your spectrelight eyes
When nothing you say comes out right
and your whole life is just a big fight
all the hope is out of sight
and you're condition's such a fright
Can't be helped by any measures
I have fought with all my might
You've taken away all my treasures
Those spectrelight eyes have lost their sight
Both of us have lost our way
we are lost in state of decay
we have gone so far...
trying to live outside these lies
I'm the one on the brink of demise
the truth is shown in your spectrelight eyes
When nothing you say comes out right
and your whole life is just a big fight
all the hope is out of sight
and you're condition's such a fright
Can't be helped by any measures
I have fought with all my might
You've taken away all my treasures
Those spectrelight eyes have lost their sight
Both of us have lost our way
we are lost in state of decay
we have gone so far...
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Untitled
Run-down building forced to work
chapped, old paint falling from the shutters
old, faded posters hanging on the halls
with light flooding down
upon the dirt-smeared walls
The stain on the stain-glass fading to white
unorderly tiles flooded by the yellow light
Near-rotten wood in cheesy green paint
the whole place smelling
of death so faint
The ceiling of that old place was lined
with bird cages holding secrets confined
she wonders of the thoughts stored in those cages
would they shrivel and die
or grow beauty through ages?
...
chapped, old paint falling from the shutters
old, faded posters hanging on the halls
with light flooding down
upon the dirt-smeared walls
The stain on the stain-glass fading to white
unorderly tiles flooded by the yellow light
Near-rotten wood in cheesy green paint
the whole place smelling
of death so faint
The ceiling of that old place was lined
with bird cages holding secrets confined
she wonders of the thoughts stored in those cages
would they shrivel and die
or grow beauty through ages?
...
86 reads
3 Comments
Charred
pressed against the warm sunlight
my fingertips will burn and split
in the darkness, out of sight
that's the only place i fit
see the world a different way
not just white and black and gray
I may seem so fairy fay
but I'm a monster, that I'll say
my once-beating heart has died
beat no more since that one night
since then, every night I cried
for I've been drained of all my light
soul locked up inside a cage
choked by all of heaven's rage
of all the things that I despise
I've become what most I fear
longing to...
my fingertips will burn and split
in the darkness, out of sight
that's the only place i fit
see the world a different way
not just white and black and gray
I may seem so fairy fay
but I'm a monster, that I'll say
my once-beating heart has died
beat no more since that one night
since then, every night I cried
for I've been drained of all my light
soul locked up inside a cage
choked by all of heaven's rage
of all the things that I despise
I've become what most I fear
longing to...
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Razor
another razor
Running
down
the inside
of my wrist
It feels like i've been tossed in sea
and washed up on the shore
There's plainly just no way for me
through all the blood and mental gore
I'm sick, I knew it mentally
I've told you that before
I've lost all hope, can't you just see?
I've done my best and more
These voices, they won't let me be
they stab me to the core
there is no way for me to flee
left bleeding on the floor
(Wake me, help me, save me please
I can't possibly shed more...
Running
down
the inside
of my wrist
It feels like i've been tossed in sea
and washed up on the shore
There's plainly just no way for me
through all the blood and mental gore
I'm sick, I knew it mentally
I've told you that before
I've lost all hope, can't you just see?
I've done my best and more
These voices, they won't let me be
they stab me to the core
there is no way for me to flee
left bleeding on the floor
(Wake me, help me, save me please
I can't possibly shed more...
129 reads
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Along the wire
Split the night
a weak pulse screaming
a slender tendril reaching
for you, for me
the dark anger seething
the heart not beating
the eyes not looking
the ears not hearing
the whole world darkening
the candle not lit
the darkness killing light
a lover in a fight
the child trapped in fright
all in one day
the clock ticks backwards
back in time
along the wire
when nothing existed
and all. Is. Still.
a weak pulse screaming
a slender tendril reaching
for you, for me
the dark anger seething
the heart not beating
the eyes not looking
the ears not hearing
the whole world darkening
the candle not lit
the darkness killing light
a lover in a fight
the child trapped in fright
all in one day
the clock ticks backwards
back in time
along the wire
when nothing existed
and all. Is. Still.
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The End
The streets engulfed in shadows
The lonely streets of doom
Lined with bodies hung on gallows
Here, Death's presence looms
The path that leads to nowhere
but the afterlife
People have the same fate shared
Shot, strangled, or stabbed by a knife
Love is non-existent
Unlike hate and greed
They won't stay resilient
They've abandoned their creed
Loneliness haunts all our minds
Never an exception
Humanity has left us blind
And left mass devastation
The angels fall, the demons rise
And those in...
The lonely streets of doom
Lined with bodies hung on gallows
Here, Death's presence looms
The path that leads to nowhere
but the afterlife
People have the same fate shared
Shot, strangled, or stabbed by a knife
Love is non-existent
Unlike hate and greed
They won't stay resilient
They've abandoned their creed
Loneliness haunts all our minds
Never an exception
Humanity has left us blind
And left mass devastation
The angels fall, the demons rise
And those in...
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Anxiety Of A Recluse
tick-tick-tock
this clock doesn't tick right
the rhythm is messed up
as so is my mind
as so is your life
as so is our existence
do the same old ceilings push you to boredom?
do the same four walls frustrate you of plainness?
now tell yourself, what are you going to do about this?
I know what is whizzing in your mind
yes, paint the walls with blood
decorate your life with blood-red and pitch-black
the color of passion,
and darkness
and death
does the repetition of your routines make you implode of anger?
and death seems like a...
this clock doesn't tick right
the rhythm is messed up
as so is my mind
as so is your life
as so is our existence
do the same old ceilings push you to boredom?
do the same four walls frustrate you of plainness?
now tell yourself, what are you going to do about this?
I know what is whizzing in your mind
yes, paint the walls with blood
decorate your life with blood-red and pitch-black
the color of passion,
and darkness
and death
does the repetition of your routines make you implode of anger?
and death seems like a...
132 reads
4 Comments
Anxiety Of A Recluse
Gray. Everything is Gray. No white, no black, no color at all, only a perpetual, overwhelming gray. It has seeped and crawled into my life years ago, leaving me with the same routines every day. The same schedule. The same room. The same walls, the same ceiling every day, the same smells, everything. My life, my mind, my soul, is infiltrated and overwhelmed with a void, emptiness. A boredom and silence that is not harmful, but over time comes to take over one’s soul and start to damage it from the inside out. But over the years, I’ve grown used to it. The only other human I met was Dre. He...
161 reads
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The Condemned
Condemned, she faced her life
that ends that very night
her stare was sharper than a knife
she's lost all sense of light
The girl, condemned, for 1st class crimes
The girl, dead when the last bell chimes
The girl, her life was full of grief
terror, hate, and disbelief
Now numb, she sat and waited
no regret shown whatsoever
about to leave the life she hated
now she'd be let 'lone forever
Killer, she was, for all we know
Killer, her life was mostly hollow
Killer, her mind was full of fear
no-one to love, nobody dear
...
that ends that very night
her stare was sharper than a knife
she's lost all sense of light
The girl, condemned, for 1st class crimes
The girl, dead when the last bell chimes
The girl, her life was full of grief
terror, hate, and disbelief
Now numb, she sat and waited
no regret shown whatsoever
about to leave the life she hated
now she'd be let 'lone forever
Killer, she was, for all we know
Killer, her life was mostly hollow
Killer, her mind was full of fear
no-one to love, nobody dear
...
170 reads
5 Comments
Shadowland
"clang" says the clock as night turns to morn
when one still couldn't fall asleep
afraid of the things that await
alas, it is to no avail
the black embraces one in sleep
and drags one down to the other side
where desolation owns the victory
the land where branches of dead trees rise
like frail, desperate fingers to the woeful sky
the land of fright and fear, where hate and anger
infect one's mind like deadly bacteria
The burning embers in one's soul
shall once again become ignited
and the fiery inferno of hatred and depression...
when one still couldn't fall asleep
afraid of the things that await
alas, it is to no avail
the black embraces one in sleep
and drags one down to the other side
where desolation owns the victory
the land where branches of dead trees rise
like frail, desperate fingers to the woeful sky
the land of fright and fear, where hate and anger
infect one's mind like deadly bacteria
The burning embers in one's soul
shall once again become ignited
and the fiery inferno of hatred and depression...
109 reads
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