Submissions by innileika (Silvja Weiss)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just the average run of the mill person. i just spend too much time writing incomplete processes of shorts and too many song lyrics to do anything with.
unedited foot notes to you.
Our lonely hearts travel distances
Further than a plain old flat map.
So we curved the world
to bend our wishes,
But I'm like a ship without mast.
From point a to point b
Things better left unsaid...
...The Point is, point blank and dead-
they are still things that will never be.
Still, will travel with me?
Will you travel with me?
It's some repetoir,
A faulty sense,
An indulgent memoir.
Just Bleeding hearts and countless pages.
The things I love and the things you hated
And finally when the...
Further than a plain old flat map.
So we curved the world
to bend our wishes,
But I'm like a ship without mast.
From point a to point b
Things better left unsaid...
...The Point is, point blank and dead-
they are still things that will never be.
Still, will travel with me?
Will you travel with me?
It's some repetoir,
A faulty sense,
An indulgent memoir.
Just Bleeding hearts and countless pages.
The things I love and the things you hated
And finally when the...
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i intend to pull the trigger
My intentions
Were far off the mark
But they led me to exactly where I needed to be.
Your transgressions
Were apparent from the start
And they still inspire urgency.
Can we break the habit?
Shake this enslaving aptitude?
Moments laced with the thrill of the chase
That rock in my stomach inspired by the imagination
Of me without you.
I know better know
Then to sustain what I myself dare not ever name-
And maybe
Just a fucking maybe
It'll come to me when I finally go...
There's too much to see
To settle for the...
Were far off the mark
But they led me to exactly where I needed to be.
Your transgressions
Were apparent from the start
And they still inspire urgency.
Can we break the habit?
Shake this enslaving aptitude?
Moments laced with the thrill of the chase
That rock in my stomach inspired by the imagination
Of me without you.
I know better know
Then to sustain what I myself dare not ever name-
And maybe
Just a fucking maybe
It'll come to me when I finally go...
There's too much to see
To settle for the...
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casablanca
To know someone,
to know anyone,
to know somehow
that it’s all going to be bad,
that it’s all going to be good
is impossible.
So,
take that sorry proper frown
and pair it with that half wit smile
and remember
from time to time
and time again
it gets turned upside down for a while.
Forgive,
let die
but do not forget
to live
and to try
to not let regret overwhelm the beauty
of the trial.
If i have learned only one thing,
it's that
our realizations only feel real
for one reason:
...
to know anyone,
to know somehow
that it’s all going to be bad,
that it’s all going to be good
is impossible.
So,
take that sorry proper frown
and pair it with that half wit smile
and remember
from time to time
and time again
it gets turned upside down for a while.
Forgive,
let die
but do not forget
to live
and to try
to not let regret overwhelm the beauty
of the trial.
If i have learned only one thing,
it's that
our realizations only feel real
for one reason:
...
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the act of suicide doesn't always occur at the last breath
The key to my heart
can be found in the lock
of the blade that tears me apart.
cure the pain, cure the pain
so i can be saved.
deem me sane, deem me sane.
Idle time is a dangerous thing for the idle brain,
I said i didnt want to start again.
Square one has high walls.
To stay trapped or to climb?
well that all depends,
maybe im a little scared to fall.
Strung out on the astmosphere of the evening
and all the days before.
I leave all of my entrances wide out and open,
but infatuative hate uses no doors.
it's here to...
can be found in the lock
of the blade that tears me apart.
cure the pain, cure the pain
so i can be saved.
deem me sane, deem me sane.
Idle time is a dangerous thing for the idle brain,
I said i didnt want to start again.
Square one has high walls.
To stay trapped or to climb?
well that all depends,
maybe im a little scared to fall.
Strung out on the astmosphere of the evening
and all the days before.
I leave all of my entrances wide out and open,
but infatuative hate uses no doors.
it's here to...
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the painted paper tiger
heart of a lion
and eyes of the storm,
she's been representing
these cliche's since the day she was born.
hateful lover,
and a loving friend...
her dreams bessech her
but her nightmares are what find her in the end.
she's made of paper
and she's made of paint.
heartbeats connected by ties
that leave nothing but pleasure and shame.
I am a paper tiger
she is a honest liar.
where will we find
that happy line
in which we either jump our faults
or just fall behind.
She finds aesthertic in colour and tint,
i...
and eyes of the storm,
she's been representing
these cliche's since the day she was born.
hateful lover,
and a loving friend...
her dreams bessech her
but her nightmares are what find her in the end.
she's made of paper
and she's made of paint.
heartbeats connected by ties
that leave nothing but pleasure and shame.
I am a paper tiger
she is a honest liar.
where will we find
that happy line
in which we either jump our faults
or just fall behind.
She finds aesthertic in colour and tint,
i...
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