Submissions by GentleStorm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I write poems.
My Favorite
An ancient sorrow
buried within a heavy heart.
Words spin out from cracked lips
that whisper mysterious mixtures
of hate and love.
A mirror cracked and shattered
broken by the lies society told her,
and maybe she told
herself.
Bones much stronger than avian wings
make up her skeletal structure
and her head hosts a mind so deep
a universe lies inside,
nestled warm and
safe.
A weird girl with an honest heart
that beats like an uncoordinated
drummer in a rock band
meant to shout
and show the world
what...
buried within a heavy heart.
Words spin out from cracked lips
that whisper mysterious mixtures
of hate and love.
A mirror cracked and shattered
broken by the lies society told her,
and maybe she told
herself.
Bones much stronger than avian wings
make up her skeletal structure
and her head hosts a mind so deep
a universe lies inside,
nestled warm and
safe.
A weird girl with an honest heart
that beats like an uncoordinated
drummer in a rock band
meant to shout
and show the world
what...
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3 Comments
Me?
There is this rage that dwells inside of me,
clawing me, stabbing me, threatening to
rip me open and make me bleed my red anger out.
I try so hard to fight it and I work so hard to
deny it, but too often it rears its monster
head and makes my tongue lash out.
I strike with poisonous words and cut with
razor lips, spilling tears and breaking trust.
I didn’t realize being nice would be this tough.
There is a river deep inside me, salty & clear,
gently carving out my heart & soul.
Sometimes it’s perfect and I forget it’s there, ...
clawing me, stabbing me, threatening to
rip me open and make me bleed my red anger out.
I try so hard to fight it and I work so hard to
deny it, but too often it rears its monster
head and makes my tongue lash out.
I strike with poisonous words and cut with
razor lips, spilling tears and breaking trust.
I didn’t realize being nice would be this tough.
There is a river deep inside me, salty & clear,
gently carving out my heart & soul.
Sometimes it’s perfect and I forget it’s there, ...
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A Portrait of Mr. Darcy
She dips the fine tip
Into greys and blacks and browns
Sweeps the brush across the canvas
Drawing a portrait
Of a man shrouded by his frown.
Lips part like stone, letting
Whispers of familial insults and
A proud proposal snake out
“He spoke of apprehension and anxiety
But his countenance expressed real security.”
She warms cheeks with crimson shades,
Coloring him with love and rage and shame,
Melting away the frozen face
Painting a portrait
Of a man shouldering so much blame.
“Mr. Darcy was condemned
As the worst...
Into greys and blacks and browns
Sweeps the brush across the canvas
Drawing a portrait
Of a man shrouded by his frown.
Lips part like stone, letting
Whispers of familial insults and
A proud proposal snake out
“He spoke of apprehension and anxiety
But his countenance expressed real security.”
She warms cheeks with crimson shades,
Coloring him with love and rage and shame,
Melting away the frozen face
Painting a portrait
Of a man shouldering so much blame.
“Mr. Darcy was condemned
As the worst...
105 reads
1 Comment
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