Submissions by EveAteRedApples
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
what it wasn't and would never have been
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an illegible guide to life
I grew tired of being told I was doing it wrong
as though there is a guide to life and doing it right
so I just stopped talking
because what is the point
if my voice is never heard?
she wasn’t going to be winning any mother of the year awards
and regardless of all her drunken apologies
for fucking it all up
she never meant a word of it
when we inevitably fell back
into the same old game
of let-me-tell-you-what-to-do
she had a thing for men that would take over her life
and demand she submit to all their whims
I learned...
as though there is a guide to life and doing it right
so I just stopped talking
because what is the point
if my voice is never heard?
she wasn’t going to be winning any mother of the year awards
and regardless of all her drunken apologies
for fucking it all up
she never meant a word of it
when we inevitably fell back
into the same old game
of let-me-tell-you-what-to-do
she had a thing for men that would take over her life
and demand she submit to all their whims
I learned...
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living on the low side
I feel more comfortable around drunks
junkies and prostitutes
strippers and thieves
I’m more comfortable in that world
than I’d have you believe
we’re all broken and busted
from the games life likes to play
we’re not keeping it real
not trying to pretend we’re something we’re not
everyone’s a liar, even me, my love
as I bed down with a name I can’t remember
a face I’ll soon forget
“where were you last night?”
what does it matter
I was anywhere but here
with anyone but you
reminding me that I could...
junkies and prostitutes
strippers and thieves
I’m more comfortable in that world
than I’d have you believe
we’re all broken and busted
from the games life likes to play
we’re not keeping it real
not trying to pretend we’re something we’re not
everyone’s a liar, even me, my love
as I bed down with a name I can’t remember
a face I’ll soon forget
“where were you last night?”
what does it matter
I was anywhere but here
with anyone but you
reminding me that I could...
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soul mate paraphernalia
she’s been staring down the wrong end of a crack pipe
telling me she’s okay
handling her sex addiction just fine
in between the track marks
and bruises on her neck
we get stoned and spill our secrets
both afraid we’ll end up dead
in a tiny French apartment
like an old Hollywood diva
who lived a tragic life
before she died alone
we attract all the wrong men
who are of the opinion
we’re glorified blow up dolls
there to smack around
and women, they ain’t no better
when I love the drug fucked crazies ...
telling me she’s okay
handling her sex addiction just fine
in between the track marks
and bruises on her neck
we get stoned and spill our secrets
both afraid we’ll end up dead
in a tiny French apartment
like an old Hollywood diva
who lived a tragic life
before she died alone
we attract all the wrong men
who are of the opinion
we’re glorified blow up dolls
there to smack around
and women, they ain’t no better
when I love the drug fucked crazies ...
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the way we lived
he lived like a suicide note waiting to happen
the sadness in his eyes a mirror to his bloodied knuckles
the skin still hanging from the brickwork where he’d torn them
in a hurricane rage
there’s writing on the wall
it says you and me
faded among the cracking paintwork
and plaster holes
I’m dead on the inside
all the pretty words now left behind
for other ears to hear
I lived like a suicide note waiting to happen
with infinite grey eyes that could hide everything with a smile
bruised knuckles and a dented wardrobe ...
the sadness in his eyes a mirror to his bloodied knuckles
the skin still hanging from the brickwork where he’d torn them
in a hurricane rage
there’s writing on the wall
it says you and me
faded among the cracking paintwork
and plaster holes
I’m dead on the inside
all the pretty words now left behind
for other ears to hear
I lived like a suicide note waiting to happen
with infinite grey eyes that could hide everything with a smile
bruised knuckles and a dented wardrobe ...
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Infatuation - collaboration by Light Baron and Eve
I know I can't quite grip her,
but a gentle hold alone
would extinguish her
instantly
she needs my insecurity
wrapped in armor,
my confidence disciplined;
like a saddle strapped
on white water rapids
he’s a weakness I want to fall into
with strong arms to lift me to new heights
lost in the vulnerability of his wanting eyes
like a Cheshire smile on drunken lips
he whispers my desires back into my ear
ruby bitten mouth, a hand on his shoulder
his hand lingering on a trembling hip ...
but a gentle hold alone
would extinguish her
instantly
she needs my insecurity
wrapped in armor,
my confidence disciplined;
like a saddle strapped
on white water rapids
he’s a weakness I want to fall into
with strong arms to lift me to new heights
lost in the vulnerability of his wanting eyes
like a Cheshire smile on drunken lips
he whispers my desires back into my ear
ruby bitten mouth, a hand on his shoulder
his hand lingering on a trembling hip ...
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love me - love me not
how strange it is to kill a flower
for a game of “he loves me – he loves me not”
playing God with the unknown
heart fluttering with the right answer
face scrunching in discontent
at “he loves me not”
so we’ll pick another daisy
and do it all over
hoping for an answer
that is truthless either way
for daisies are just flowers
and don’t hold the power of God
or the ability to tell us
our unknown futures
“he loves me – he loves me not…”
-Eve-
for a game of “he loves me – he loves me not”
playing God with the unknown
heart fluttering with the right answer
face scrunching in discontent
at “he loves me not”
so we’ll pick another daisy
and do it all over
hoping for an answer
that is truthless either way
for daisies are just flowers
and don’t hold the power of God
or the ability to tell us
our unknown futures
“he loves me – he loves me not…”
-Eve-
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liberation
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call it what you want sweetheart, it's just a chemical reaction
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black on black
I can see this now for what it really is
and I wonder how I didn’t see it before
the power plays and games of words
the barely veiled threats to make me conform
to your indomitable will
it’s not my style to bow down and kiss your feet
or worship the hallowed ground you’re walking on
it’s not my way to make it easy
and fall in line despite my easy going attitude
that goes more with the flow than it sometimes should
I’m in, and I want out now
untangle myself from these abusive bed sheets
that feel too good beneath your touch ...
and I wonder how I didn’t see it before
the power plays and games of words
the barely veiled threats to make me conform
to your indomitable will
it’s not my style to bow down and kiss your feet
or worship the hallowed ground you’re walking on
it’s not my way to make it easy
and fall in line despite my easy going attitude
that goes more with the flow than it sometimes should
I’m in, and I want out now
untangle myself from these abusive bed sheets
that feel too good beneath your touch ...
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players in the games of hearts
he's got me trapped
in the forest of lies and I can't see a thing
my mind filling with doubts and my inability
to see what is right in front me
and I want him so badly, like a storm cloud in my head
the surreal and real clashing to create
this lightning storm of lust and doubt
and I wonder
... I wonder how far a man would go
to humiliate a heart
that opened too easily
beneath a torrent of hot and heavy words
the skies outside spell out rain
written in black and white and grey
and they...
in the forest of lies and I can't see a thing
my mind filling with doubts and my inability
to see what is right in front me
and I want him so badly, like a storm cloud in my head
the surreal and real clashing to create
this lightning storm of lust and doubt
and I wonder
... I wonder how far a man would go
to humiliate a heart
that opened too easily
beneath a torrent of hot and heavy words
the skies outside spell out rain
written in black and white and grey
and they...
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8 Comments
submit
I want you to just stop fucking talking
so I can take my time to move in and kiss you
among this power play of gestures and words
I’m on top and we both know it
and still you’re trying to talk your way inside
when I’ve laid bare how it’s going to be
if only you’d take a moment to give in
to the things you say I want the most
I’m on fire inside with wanting
like a weakness that I can’t control
and it makes me like you more
makes me want to steal away your embrace
and fuck you with violent tenderness
with me in...
so I can take my time to move in and kiss you
among this power play of gestures and words
I’m on top and we both know it
and still you’re trying to talk your way inside
when I’ve laid bare how it’s going to be
if only you’d take a moment to give in
to the things you say I want the most
I’m on fire inside with wanting
like a weakness that I can’t control
and it makes me like you more
makes me want to steal away your embrace
and fuck you with violent tenderness
with me in...
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