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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fountain pens refuse to write fault lines, blame hardly ever flows.
Meth Mathematics
For my birthday I would like a few new veins and a brand new life, okay? Wrap up some happiness, love and a little bit of sanity with Star Wars wrapping paper from the late to mid 70’s, please? Make sure to use bubble wrap because those three things can’t arrive to me cracked, I can’t survive disappointment like that. Help me find a way out of the life I’ve been trapped and stop me if I ever try to go back.
Today is October 17th and I’m now twenty two years old, daydreaming of quitting before hitting twenty three. I’m alone in my apartment, sober and painfully lonely, making lists in...
Today is October 17th and I’m now twenty two years old, daydreaming of quitting before hitting twenty three. I’m alone in my apartment, sober and painfully lonely, making lists in...
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Room Keys and Memories
Not quite out of blood and with a few more veins than we have these days, it was this time last year that we ran away to a hotel 10 minutes from home, told the world we went to Atlantis and escaped to a world of our own. I remember those three days as if we checked out just yesterday, I remember when you curled up behind me and kissed my back while you thought I was sleeping—I wasn’t. The next morning we laughed so hard we cried after I came running out of the shower because I swore I heard you screaming my name. It was the first time I’d heard your voice in the white noise, now I hear you...
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Empty Closets
There’s no hope now, for us
You said you’re done, this time for good
Your voice, ”I don’t want to be with you,
Go away” playing on constant repeat
No words can stop you from leaving
From leaving me, so I won’t speak
Instead I’ll watch you pack, that
Closet has never looked so empty
It doesn’t feel right, we’re making a mistake
This can’t be real, I’ve still got so many tries
Left in me, I’m still willing to keep
Working at this, at us – I’m not ready
I can’t call it quits just yet, ever — I still love you ...
You said you’re done, this time for good
Your voice, ”I don’t want to be with you,
Go away” playing on constant repeat
No words can stop you from leaving
From leaving me, so I won’t speak
Instead I’ll watch you pack, that
Closet has never looked so empty
It doesn’t feel right, we’re making a mistake
This can’t be real, I’ve still got so many tries
Left in me, I’m still willing to keep
Working at this, at us – I’m not ready
I can’t call it quits just yet, ever — I still love you ...
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Stay With Me
Stay with me
I’m not an excellent communicator and
I trip on my words more often than most
Trip on laces but when these
Shoes are knotted, they’ll be a million times
Stronger than that one you tie off with.
Don’t let your butterflies escape
Don’t let them out of the holes my bloody
Fist smashed into our walls.
Stay with me
Sometimes my anxiety reaches for the knob
In my mouth, the one controlling the
Volume of my insecurities,
Sometimes they turn the sound up
Far too loud and without warning, all
My speakers are soon blown out and...
I’m not an excellent communicator and
I trip on my words more often than most
Trip on laces but when these
Shoes are knotted, they’ll be a million times
Stronger than that one you tie off with.
Don’t let your butterflies escape
Don’t let them out of the holes my bloody
Fist smashed into our walls.
Stay with me
Sometimes my anxiety reaches for the knob
In my mouth, the one controlling the
Volume of my insecurities,
Sometimes they turn the sound up
Far too loud and without warning, all
My speakers are soon blown out and...
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Knock, Knock
I don’t believe in
Coincidences,
This must have happened
For a reason. The
Timing may not be
Convenient
But—
It’s now or
Never,
Opportunity won’t knock
Forever.
"Knock, Knock." "Who's
"There?"
Coincidences,
This must have happened
For a reason. The
Timing may not be
Convenient
But—
It’s now or
Never,
Opportunity won’t knock
Forever.
"Knock, Knock." "Who's
"There?"
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Gold Painted Pedestal
I remember back when we took our first peak, when the seal was broken and our secrets were leaked; she said I was perfect for her, she said that I was all the things she never knew she wanted. She said I was out of her league, she didn’t understand how someone like me could want her. Now she tells me she deserves so much better, she’s worth more than what I have to offer and she won't settle for-- mediocre. We've realized my imperfections are much heavier than she had expected them to be and the weight was making her body feel weak, under my weight she was crumbling.
After our first...
After our first...
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Inspiration
I’ve seen you only a handful of times
But I feel closer to you than the people I see
Almost every night
I’ve spent some of those in the company
Of women I’ve wished were you
You’re every shooting star I’m still hoping
Will one day come true
There’s something about the way you
Held my hand that night,
Something that attracts me to those dark
Places in your mind,
Something that keeps me wanting
To help add in some light.
Even when you don’t say much,
“How are you?” is always more than
Enough because I know it means
You thought...
But I feel closer to you than the people I see
Almost every night
I’ve spent some of those in the company
Of women I’ve wished were you
You’re every shooting star I’m still hoping
Will one day come true
There’s something about the way you
Held my hand that night,
Something that attracts me to those dark
Places in your mind,
Something that keeps me wanting
To help add in some light.
Even when you don’t say much,
“How are you?” is always more than
Enough because I know it means
You thought...
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Night Terrors Torment Me
The nightmares are getting worse, falling asleep feels like diving into an ocean covered in blood and then waiting for when the sharks finally come. It’s terrifying and it’s even worse when I’m sleeping alone. He’s dead and yet I still see his face in every crowd and his cologne lingers around every familiar smell. He haunt me, even from the dead.
I’m tired of spending every day obsessing about death and the chill of cold garage cement. Tonight is no different, I’m spending it trapped inside my own head, drinking vodka until I pass out drunk because I’m too scared to fall asleep on...
I’m tired of spending every day obsessing about death and the chill of cold garage cement. Tonight is no different, I’m spending it trapped inside my own head, drinking vodka until I pass out drunk because I’m too scared to fall asleep on...
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The List of Lists
You spent the entire night attached to your computer
Writing thousands of words,
Dozens of lovesick pages with poems describing our curse
You spent endless hours staining white pages
With red blood, you spent endless hours
Cracking your ribs, opening your chest up
And extracting our love.
You allowed me to take a look, to read the pages
Stained with blood but when I read every word,
I didn’t receive the message you hoped I would
Instead of confessing your love and begging me
To fight for us, I only heard you confess
How much you now regretted us...
Writing thousands of words,
Dozens of lovesick pages with poems describing our curse
You spent endless hours staining white pages
With red blood, you spent endless hours
Cracking your ribs, opening your chest up
And extracting our love.
You allowed me to take a look, to read the pages
Stained with blood but when I read every word,
I didn’t receive the message you hoped I would
Instead of confessing your love and begging me
To fight for us, I only heard you confess
How much you now regretted us...
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Borderline
Another diagnosis, another consequence
For a crime which I didn’t commit
Punishment for actions I tried to forget
But even with my proclaimed innocence, at
Twenty-one years old I still remain
Imprisoned
I’ve been wrongly convicted, do you think
I asked to be trapped, to become
Another victim of a monster’s dirty hands?
Do you think I didn’t panic when I heard him
Lock me in? When
I heard the sound of the deadbolt click?
Why are you acting like it’s me who’s
The monster? I’m nervously
Explaining, “I swear I’m not heartless.”
Another...
For a crime which I didn’t commit
Punishment for actions I tried to forget
But even with my proclaimed innocence, at
Twenty-one years old I still remain
Imprisoned
I’ve been wrongly convicted, do you think
I asked to be trapped, to become
Another victim of a monster’s dirty hands?
Do you think I didn’t panic when I heard him
Lock me in? When
I heard the sound of the deadbolt click?
Why are you acting like it’s me who’s
The monster? I’m nervously
Explaining, “I swear I’m not heartless.”
Another...
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Intro To Destruction
Back..
Forth..
Trying to ignore obsessive thoughts,
An urge to bash your head into the wall
Grabbed the metal broom and -- broke it
Guess I hoped it would calm me down
But your screams were only louder now
I forced my fist through my closet door
Hit it so hard, screws fell to the floor
But my heart continued to pound as my
Broken knuckles were beginning to swell
The rage that once laid dormant, was
Now quickly waking as well
And I’ve lost every ounce of my self-control.
With reality out of my grasp, my
Living room’s covered in...
Forth..
Trying to ignore obsessive thoughts,
An urge to bash your head into the wall
Grabbed the metal broom and -- broke it
Guess I hoped it would calm me down
But your screams were only louder now
I forced my fist through my closet door
Hit it so hard, screws fell to the floor
But my heart continued to pound as my
Broken knuckles were beginning to swell
The rage that once laid dormant, was
Now quickly waking as well
And I’ve lost every ounce of my self-control.
With reality out of my grasp, my
Living room’s covered in...
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Avoidance
It concluded as it always does,
With the two of us laying
In separate rooms, on separate floors
With an empty syringe in our hand
And fresh blood on our arms
I can hear you coughing out
On my bathroom floor and
I wish I’d made mine as strong
As it seems you've made yours
And through my blurry vision
I can see the damage we’ve done
Shattered glass everywhere and
Several more holes in the wall
Tonight we got violent again but
It seems a bit worse than before
Instead of fixing the problem,
We’d rather just...
With the two of us laying
In separate rooms, on separate floors
With an empty syringe in our hand
And fresh blood on our arms
I can hear you coughing out
On my bathroom floor and
I wish I’d made mine as strong
As it seems you've made yours
And through my blurry vision
I can see the damage we’ve done
Shattered glass everywhere and
Several more holes in the wall
Tonight we got violent again but
It seems a bit worse than before
Instead of fixing the problem,
We’d rather just...
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