Submissions by HarleyQuinn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fairly new at this, and though I may not be the next Wordsworth or Maya Angelou I love words more than the air in my lungs.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 5:48am
26th Jun 2014 5:48am
Stinging Silence
It was never the words they used that hurt.
The cavalier half baked insults they would spurt
From the tainted mouths of the sweetest angels like water on a hot summer's day.
I never cared about the expressions on their faces,
The almost frenzied look in their half dead eyes,
Using unadulterated force as a half baked disguise,
Pushing back against their demons who told them such lies,
Yearning for control in an uncontrollable world,
Wanting to break free and go places...
It was never them that hurt.
It wasn't the bruises, the names or...
The cavalier half baked insults they would spurt
From the tainted mouths of the sweetest angels like water on a hot summer's day.
I never cared about the expressions on their faces,
The almost frenzied look in their half dead eyes,
Using unadulterated force as a half baked disguise,
Pushing back against their demons who told them such lies,
Yearning for control in an uncontrollable world,
Wanting to break free and go places...
It was never them that hurt.
It wasn't the bruises, the names or...
71 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 2:06am
26th Jun 2014 2:06am
Boobs
154 reads
19 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Jun 2014 00:01am
6th Jun 2014 00:01am
Gender - What is It?
Up until recently I was under the impression that gender is a relatively simple concept, something clear cut and straight forward; I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
When many of us think of gender we think of anatomy, specifically male and female reproductive organs. Cultures all over the world have conditioned themselves into the misguided concept that these biological aspects somehow tie us to nonsensical stereotypes. Both men and women are given very specific guidelines as to how they must present themselves. Being a man means that perceived ‘weakness’ is not an option,...
When many of us think of gender we think of anatomy, specifically male and female reproductive organs. Cultures all over the world have conditioned themselves into the misguided concept that these biological aspects somehow tie us to nonsensical stereotypes. Both men and women are given very specific guidelines as to how they must present themselves. Being a man means that perceived ‘weakness’ is not an option,...
72 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 00:52am
5th Jun 2014 00:52am
F
I miss you.
I miss the way that you smelled when you came home from work,
The feeling of your skin through an old t-shirt.
I miss the way that your hands felt on my face,
And the way you used to look at me as if you could never love anyone more
I miss the way that you get so very excited,
And the way that nearly everything excites you.
I miss your obsession with adventure time,
And cuddling on your bed as we watch Wilfred.
I miss the way that we fucked every opportunity we got,
I miss the comfort I found in your touch.
I miss the way that...
I miss the way that you smelled when you came home from work,
The feeling of your skin through an old t-shirt.
I miss the way that your hands felt on my face,
And the way you used to look at me as if you could never love anyone more
I miss the way that you get so very excited,
And the way that nearly everything excites you.
I miss your obsession with adventure time,
And cuddling on your bed as we watch Wilfred.
I miss the way that we fucked every opportunity we got,
I miss the comfort I found in your touch.
I miss the way that...
88 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th May 2014 6:46am
20th May 2014 6:46am
Letter
You make me feel invincible. Like I can do anything in the world and no one could ever stop me. You make me feel valuable, as if the things that I do might actually make a difference somewhere. You inspire me. When I talk to you I can feel it from inside my chest and it spreads all the way to the tips of my fingers. You make me want to create, to capture the world through my perspective. Whether it’s through words or art or music you make me want to at least try to create something amazing. You give me perspective, seeing things through your eyes always gives me a little bit more clarity,...
134 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2014 00:44am
1st May 2014 00:44am
Chocolate Pudding haiku
Its as smooth as silk
An intoxicating smell
My deep dark secret
An intoxicating smell
My deep dark secret
45 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2014 00:40am
1st May 2014 00:40am
Haiku
I can't capture you,
Not for a lack of trying
You're just out of reach
Not for a lack of trying
You're just out of reach
49 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 11:21am
30th Apr 2014 11:21am
Nonsensical Scribbles
The thoughts in my head flutter by
Like the sliver of intelligence in your eye,
Cheerfully it waves goodbye
As its eaten by that pie
In the corner.
Wait
Isn't that Horner's?
Shut up man,
You'll blow my cover
Of darkness.
What rhymes with ness?
Fis?
Lis?
Bliss?
Marital bliss of the honeymoon couple
Interupted by the pina colada trying to double
His money.
On red I'll place a grande grand
Black 17
Well fuck me!
Pretty please,
With a cherry on top?
Oh come now,
Don't be such a tease,...
Like the sliver of intelligence in your eye,
Cheerfully it waves goodbye
As its eaten by that pie
In the corner.
Wait
Isn't that Horner's?
Shut up man,
You'll blow my cover
Of darkness.
What rhymes with ness?
Fis?
Lis?
Bliss?
Marital bliss of the honeymoon couple
Interupted by the pina colada trying to double
His money.
On red I'll place a grande grand
Black 17
Well fuck me!
Pretty please,
With a cherry on top?
Oh come now,
Don't be such a tease,...
94 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 11:12am
30th Apr 2014 11:12am
Alphabetical Alliteration Antics
Annoying Anarchists Asking Answers
Belligerent Beatboxing Bitches Bathing Barons
Can't Control Collapsing Cities' Crying Children's
Diamond Diaphragms
Exercising Excorsisms Energetically Exerting
Frightning Fanciful Females Facing Facts
Giving Grief, Growing Gangrene
Hellish Hedonistic He-men Having Heavy Hearts
Impishly Intolerant Indians
Jinxing Jumping Joggers Jetting Juicily
Kronos Knows Knightly Krackens
Luminously Lighting Livid Leprochauns
Medium Menopausal Matrons Meditate Mindlessly
Noxious Noises Narrate National News ...
Belligerent Beatboxing Bitches Bathing Barons
Can't Control Collapsing Cities' Crying Children's
Diamond Diaphragms
Exercising Excorsisms Energetically Exerting
Frightning Fanciful Females Facing Facts
Giving Grief, Growing Gangrene
Hellish Hedonistic He-men Having Heavy Hearts
Impishly Intolerant Indians
Jinxing Jumping Joggers Jetting Juicily
Kronos Knows Knightly Krackens
Luminously Lighting Livid Leprochauns
Medium Menopausal Matrons Meditate Mindlessly
Noxious Noises Narrate National News ...
71 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 6:23pm
29th Apr 2014 6:23pm
Words (suggestions on how to end it welcome)
What of the words that are left unsaid?
Are they simply never spoken,
Just... left for dead?
What of the thoughts that get forgotten?
That brilliant insight,
The awe inspiring flash of light
That you just can't quite reach.
What of the souls that were never bared?
The loves that were ignored,
The meals left unshared.
What of the friends that will never meet?
Kindred spirits, close enough to touch
Divided by their own lives,
Because its too much effort for strangers to greet.
What of the voices stifled?
The...
Are they simply never spoken,
Just... left for dead?
What of the thoughts that get forgotten?
That brilliant insight,
The awe inspiring flash of light
That you just can't quite reach.
What of the souls that were never bared?
The loves that were ignored,
The meals left unshared.
What of the friends that will never meet?
Kindred spirits, close enough to touch
Divided by their own lives,
Because its too much effort for strangers to greet.
What of the voices stifled?
The...
109 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 10:48pm
27th Apr 2014 10:48pm
my neck hurts
Tossing and turning
I lie awake
My synapses burning,
I struggle to drift
Against the current of an icy river
With a broken paddle and a wet piece of bread
I contemplate all that I've ever done and all I've ever said.
My tumbling thoughts are creating a rift
Between sanity, sleep
And my mind which roams free
I sense that my train of thought is a submarine
And its dived down too deep
No turning back now
I'm just an uncomfortable heap.
I'm consumed by my chaos
My joys and mistakes
Motherfucker,
I need sleep,
For fucksakes!
I lie awake
My synapses burning,
I struggle to drift
Against the current of an icy river
With a broken paddle and a wet piece of bread
I contemplate all that I've ever done and all I've ever said.
My tumbling thoughts are creating a rift
Between sanity, sleep
And my mind which roams free
I sense that my train of thought is a submarine
And its dived down too deep
No turning back now
I'm just an uncomfortable heap.
I'm consumed by my chaos
My joys and mistakes
Motherfucker,
I need sleep,
For fucksakes!
80 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 9:32pm
27th Apr 2014 9:32pm
Falling Feathers(2.0)
Feathers fall without a sound.
Silently stripped from an Angel's wing,
No one ever sees them hit the ground.
Feathers plucked like golden strings
Weaving a melody of hypocrisy,
That plays throughout your nicest dreams
With the sweet and perfect harmony
Of the songs within silent the screams
Of those who fear what the morning brings.
Feathers float in the afternoon air
Witnessing the blind put on masks of all colours
To fool their friends,
Families,
Lovers.
Hearing the deaf proclaim the ideas
Of a little birdie that whispers...
Silently stripped from an Angel's wing,
No one ever sees them hit the ground.
Feathers plucked like golden strings
Weaving a melody of hypocrisy,
That plays throughout your nicest dreams
With the sweet and perfect harmony
Of the songs within silent the screams
Of those who fear what the morning brings.
Feathers float in the afternoon air
Witnessing the blind put on masks of all colours
To fool their friends,
Families,
Lovers.
Hearing the deaf proclaim the ideas
Of a little birdie that whispers...
73 reads
0 Comments
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