Submissions by EveAteRedApples
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
inhaling dead roses
he was a reflection of my inner self
the representation of the demon in me
caged behind the dead rose posy
overloaded with Chanel perfume
and the cloying scent of red wine addiction
she was a virgin suicide waiting to happen
youth and innocence her mask
for the societal masquerade ball
where no one is themselves
she liked my smile and I liked her lies
we courted languidly beneath a blue moon
tangled in the brambles of shame and desire
our union like the birth of a black hole
leaving our souls...
the representation of the demon in me
caged behind the dead rose posy
overloaded with Chanel perfume
and the cloying scent of red wine addiction
she was a virgin suicide waiting to happen
youth and innocence her mask
for the societal masquerade ball
where no one is themselves
she liked my smile and I liked her lies
we courted languidly beneath a blue moon
tangled in the brambles of shame and desire
our union like the birth of a black hole
leaving our souls...
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3 Comments
Molotov dreams (a poem about bullying)
she was fourteen years old
when the boys at school
pressed her up against dark walls
in deserted hallways
and told her they'd light her house on fire
with the Molotov cocktails they'd made
just for her
shaking hands on an emptying bottle of brandy
she secretly drank herself to sleep
to dream of screams and a stake
where she was crucified
for reasons she couldn't comprehend
a post-traumatic-stress statistic
found foetal and crying, alone in a closet
long past the threshold of a therapists dream
all...
when the boys at school
pressed her up against dark walls
in deserted hallways
and told her they'd light her house on fire
with the Molotov cocktails they'd made
just for her
shaking hands on an emptying bottle of brandy
she secretly drank herself to sleep
to dream of screams and a stake
where she was crucified
for reasons she couldn't comprehend
a post-traumatic-stress statistic
found foetal and crying, alone in a closet
long past the threshold of a therapists dream
all...
94 reads
2 Comments
popularity complex
let's be a Hollywood cliche
let's fight and die for a popularity high
as though love can be bought, sold and traded
to replace the insecurities of talentless whores
who think the American Dream is the end of all dreams
let's be slaves to a system that make believes we're free
work hard, love hard, party hard, save your money
have it all, so you can die alone
let's be puppets for expectations of glory
like soldiers who's greatest act of patriotism is murder
we'll call it life and pretend that we're happy
yeah, I want to be...
let's fight and die for a popularity high
as though love can be bought, sold and traded
to replace the insecurities of talentless whores
who think the American Dream is the end of all dreams
let's be slaves to a system that make believes we're free
work hard, love hard, party hard, save your money
have it all, so you can die alone
let's be puppets for expectations of glory
like soldiers who's greatest act of patriotism is murder
we'll call it life and pretend that we're happy
yeah, I want to be...
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0 Comments
the not-affair
I swear I am not having an affair with your husband
this is not what it looks like”
I want to say we never did you wrong
but you know we’d both be lying
and yet I can say with all sincerity
that I never took your man to bed
I felt like the secret keeper between your lies
and when he called around that day
I was too drunk not to give you up
if I’d only had something to give away
no time can justify a year’s worth of talking
about bad movies and insomnia
not quite the scandal you had in mind
is it?
...
this is not what it looks like”
I want to say we never did you wrong
but you know we’d both be lying
and yet I can say with all sincerity
that I never took your man to bed
I felt like the secret keeper between your lies
and when he called around that day
I was too drunk not to give you up
if I’d only had something to give away
no time can justify a year’s worth of talking
about bad movies and insomnia
not quite the scandal you had in mind
is it?
...
190 reads
4 Comments
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