Submissions by lolasurf99 (Shawnelle Martineaux)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been searching forever. For what? I don't know...but I've managed to find some cool relics to prove I'm on the right road.
Freedom
Think.
It isn't that hard.
Smile.
It isn't that easy.
Learn.
It isn't that simple.
Teach.
It isn't that pointless.
Nurture.
It isn't too much.
Care.
It's worth it.
Think freely.
Smile freely.
Learn freely.
Teach freely.
Nurture freely.
Care freely.
Many things in life are free and all of these listed here
bring freedom to souls.
I don't speak of anarchy.
But I never said I spoke of monarchy either.
Be free.
There's no other way to do it.
Though their difficulties...
It isn't that hard.
Smile.
It isn't that easy.
Learn.
It isn't that simple.
Teach.
It isn't that pointless.
Nurture.
It isn't too much.
Care.
It's worth it.
Think freely.
Smile freely.
Learn freely.
Teach freely.
Nurture freely.
Care freely.
Many things in life are free and all of these listed here
bring freedom to souls.
I don't speak of anarchy.
But I never said I spoke of monarchy either.
Be free.
There's no other way to do it.
Though their difficulties...
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A Pessimist's Lament
I see a world
covered in scars;
beaten by dictators
and filled with tears.
I see a world
filled with chaos
identified by catastrophe
and governed by lies.
I see a world
honoured by corruption
broken by the truth
and crying when hope is offered.
I see a world
lamenting the success of those truly honourable
praising slaughterers
and blessing death.
I see a world and some say I am blind.
I see buildings. Sky-scrapers.
Orderly death sentences served to
families and to friendship.
Envy eating away...
covered in scars;
beaten by dictators
and filled with tears.
I see a world
filled with chaos
identified by catastrophe
and governed by lies.
I see a world
honoured by corruption
broken by the truth
and crying when hope is offered.
I see a world
lamenting the success of those truly honourable
praising slaughterers
and blessing death.
I see a world and some say I am blind.
I see buildings. Sky-scrapers.
Orderly death sentences served to
families and to friendship.
Envy eating away...
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Poetry
I was speaking to a friend and he said that he couldn't understand
poetry.
He said that poets carve words that minds can't hold.
He said that life was too cryptical when placed
in verse.
He said that he couldn't understand.
I gave him one of my poems to read
and he cried.
poetry.
He said that poets carve words that minds can't hold.
He said that life was too cryptical when placed
in verse.
He said that he couldn't understand.
I gave him one of my poems to read
and he cried.
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The Wordsmith (Alternative title: Poet)
Wordsmith.
Artist without a brush
I paint pictures too profound for paint
too expensive for galleries.
With hues of love and hate
despair and mistrust,
Even joy!
I make you feel all the things I want you to
by trying just hard enough.
Brainwasher?
Not likely...
But I am capable of some serious mind control.
I can twist words and pull them tight enough to
captivate your inner being and hold your
interest.
I can speak to your soul when your mind is befuddled.
I can be clarity when you seek an answer.
I can...
Artist without a brush
I paint pictures too profound for paint
too expensive for galleries.
With hues of love and hate
despair and mistrust,
Even joy!
I make you feel all the things I want you to
by trying just hard enough.
Brainwasher?
Not likely...
But I am capable of some serious mind control.
I can twist words and pull them tight enough to
captivate your inner being and hold your
interest.
I can speak to your soul when your mind is befuddled.
I can be clarity when you seek an answer.
I can...
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Pandemonium in Rome
Colonial uproar
in the cathedral of broken dreams.
Sinners crying out for hope;
Paying for their freedom.
Paying papacy for their salvation,
a dying soul.
Trouble is brewing
As the gripping palms of capitalism
are forced open by the truth.
A loner; a messenger; a man
bold enough to speak out,
bold enough to challenge a king;
a nation.
A worthy cause.
Poor peasants crying for tax reductions.
Wishing they could buy Jesus' love.
Wishing they could afford the Pope's indulgences.
A penny will get your...
in the cathedral of broken dreams.
Sinners crying out for hope;
Paying for their freedom.
Paying papacy for their salvation,
a dying soul.
Trouble is brewing
As the gripping palms of capitalism
are forced open by the truth.
A loner; a messenger; a man
bold enough to speak out,
bold enough to challenge a king;
a nation.
A worthy cause.
Poor peasants crying for tax reductions.
Wishing they could buy Jesus' love.
Wishing they could afford the Pope's indulgences.
A penny will get your...
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Pandora's Box
They call me Pandora.
Some say I'm the Black Widow,
but the fact of the matter is
I get the job done.
I'm simply a cleaner.
I only comply with the instructions given
perfectly.
This way, that way, whatever boy.
My watchwords.
They call me Pandora.
They say I open my box and let evil things into
their lives...
If the box is your boyfriend, the evil was always there Miss.
Simple reasoning doesn't work when hearts lose love.
The Black Widow,
because their men get caught up in the web of my beauty...
my flirty, kinky...
Some say I'm the Black Widow,
but the fact of the matter is
I get the job done.
I'm simply a cleaner.
I only comply with the instructions given
perfectly.
This way, that way, whatever boy.
My watchwords.
They call me Pandora.
They say I open my box and let evil things into
their lives...
If the box is your boyfriend, the evil was always there Miss.
Simple reasoning doesn't work when hearts lose love.
The Black Widow,
because their men get caught up in the web of my beauty...
my flirty, kinky...
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My Best Friend
His smile is ennough to make me believe in dreams if ever I stop.
His voice is enough to make me smile when the tears are there.
His eyes are like a million diamonds in the sunshine.
His arms are better than a sword and shield.
He laughs when he knows I am overthinking.
He smiles when he means it.
He cries if I am in pain
and does everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.
Sometimes I wish I could just hold him and never let go,
but we both have our schedules; our tasks to complete.
And even when I am lonely I know I am not...
His voice is enough to make me smile when the tears are there.
His eyes are like a million diamonds in the sunshine.
His arms are better than a sword and shield.
He laughs when he knows I am overthinking.
He smiles when he means it.
He cries if I am in pain
and does everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.
Sometimes I wish I could just hold him and never let go,
but we both have our schedules; our tasks to complete.
And even when I am lonely I know I am not...
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Serendipity
Crash
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into...
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into...
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Captivated (To my darling...a portrait of our love)
To my darling...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me...
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They Murdered a Prostitute On the 66
They murdered a prostitute last night on the 66.
Under the night sky
The creepers crept.
Slowly stalking their prey as she paraded in high heels
And bent over to reveal a little less than underwear.
She had no idea of her fate.
A job well done, her last client was asking for more.
The last car passed and as light lost touch with her existence,
They sprung up;
The briers and thorns.
Cleaving to her curved hips.
Rape they said.
She was a night worker, they said.
Does that mean she deserved it?
I asked.
Under the night sky
The creepers crept.
Slowly stalking their prey as she paraded in high heels
And bent over to reveal a little less than underwear.
She had no idea of her fate.
A job well done, her last client was asking for more.
The last car passed and as light lost touch with her existence,
They sprung up;
The briers and thorns.
Cleaving to her curved hips.
Rape they said.
She was a night worker, they said.
Does that mean she deserved it?
I asked.
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Injustice
I close my eyes
to the pain that I can soothe
and open them up again;
Wide shut
to the fact that my silence is
the cause.
A million words spoken into
the air. Carried away
by the wind
Forgotten and never to be heard again
because I tie my hands.
I tie my hands and wait.
For a saviour of the broken
For a liberator
of a cause not beyond me.
I tie my hands and wait
silently.
My eyes shut looking
Seeking; knowing
Thinking.
I do not understand
why the voices in my head cry to me
as my head...
to the pain that I can soothe
and open them up again;
Wide shut
to the fact that my silence is
the cause.
A million words spoken into
the air. Carried away
by the wind
Forgotten and never to be heard again
because I tie my hands.
I tie my hands and wait.
For a saviour of the broken
For a liberator
of a cause not beyond me.
I tie my hands and wait
silently.
My eyes shut looking
Seeking; knowing
Thinking.
I do not understand
why the voices in my head cry to me
as my head...
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When We Were Young
The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy...
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy...
334 reads
6 Comments
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