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.
Broken
Is this world but an empty place,
Where vultures fly and sing their songs of sin and death?
Am I meant for more
Than the simple?
Can anybody hear my heart's words
As it screams and echoes phrases of remorse; phrases of love?
I see the floor.
My face, broken pieces trampled upon,
My reflection in the cold, sole solace;
That is,
My tears.
My countenance is drenched in the mortality of happiness.
I've apologized a million times.
I've meant it a thousand.
But people...
Where vultures fly and sing their songs of sin and death?
Am I meant for more
Than the simple?
Can anybody hear my heart's words
As it screams and echoes phrases of remorse; phrases of love?
I see the floor.
My face, broken pieces trampled upon,
My reflection in the cold, sole solace;
That is,
My tears.
My countenance is drenched in the mortality of happiness.
I've apologized a million times.
I've meant it a thousand.
But people...
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The Colour Of Love
They asked me what colour is love and I thought of you.
Love is red. Definitely red
The rush of blood through my veins at the call of your name
The colour of my lipstick on your collar
The flush on my cheeks when I think of yesterday
Now my most prized memory.
It is the colour of a rose
Delicately placed on the nightstand before you leave for work
And the colour of the sky as we sit on the porch
Drinking coffee and enjoying the breeze.
“But love is green.” They said.
It dances like trees when motivated.
It grows like a plant when...
Love is red. Definitely red
The rush of blood through my veins at the call of your name
The colour of my lipstick on your collar
The flush on my cheeks when I think of yesterday
Now my most prized memory.
It is the colour of a rose
Delicately placed on the nightstand before you leave for work
And the colour of the sky as we sit on the porch
Drinking coffee and enjoying the breeze.
“But love is green.” They said.
It dances like trees when motivated.
It grows like a plant when...
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Because Of That Chair
Oh shut up!
You have so much to be grateful for.
You take so much for granted.
Things that change lives
Drastically from others’ perspective.
That chair you sit on was a home.
It was shade.
It was food.
It was beauty.
Now it sits there, hard and square,
Looking useless, looking simple.
You call it industrialisation.
Modern, new, beautiful, right?
Was it not beautiful when it had leaves?
When it let out clean oxygen
Helping you?
But no, you cut it down.
Because of that chair
A squirrel is homeless,
A...
You have so much to be grateful for.
You take so much for granted.
Things that change lives
Drastically from others’ perspective.
That chair you sit on was a home.
It was shade.
It was food.
It was beauty.
Now it sits there, hard and square,
Looking useless, looking simple.
You call it industrialisation.
Modern, new, beautiful, right?
Was it not beautiful when it had leaves?
When it let out clean oxygen
Helping you?
But no, you cut it down.
Because of that chair
A squirrel is homeless,
A...
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Out There
I look up,
Out of myself and out of the sky, into you,
To see a universe painted with stars,
Its canvas seared with the paint of tender hands.
I look up,
Beyond all I know,
A vast spread of nothingness that is so something
Before my eyes artwork,
Put so brilliantly across reality.
I look up and think.
After the farthest star has lent its light,
In the distance,
Between everything and beyond.
I wonder if you are proud.
In all the night sky’s greatness
And the overwhelming suction of your heart’s universe
As it calls...
Out of myself and out of the sky, into you,
To see a universe painted with stars,
Its canvas seared with the paint of tender hands.
I look up,
Beyond all I know,
A vast spread of nothingness that is so something
Before my eyes artwork,
Put so brilliantly across reality.
I look up and think.
After the farthest star has lent its light,
In the distance,
Between everything and beyond.
I wonder if you are proud.
In all the night sky’s greatness
And the overwhelming suction of your heart’s universe
As it calls...
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Morning
Many have made their muse of you.
Your silence, sometimes almost crippling,
Your colours, sombre yet loud,
Bursting through the trees, yet
Not moving a leaf.
Poets have pondered
Singers sung
Of your beauty, your mystery, your life.
You have been the theme of paintings
The beauty of a day.
You have been hoped for earnestly
And you’ve been filled with tears.
You have been someone’s solace
And someone’s despair.
You have been many things bundled together,
But you have also been silenced.
Supressed by the sound of...
Your silence, sometimes almost crippling,
Your colours, sombre yet loud,
Bursting through the trees, yet
Not moving a leaf.
Poets have pondered
Singers sung
Of your beauty, your mystery, your life.
You have been the theme of paintings
The beauty of a day.
You have been hoped for earnestly
And you’ve been filled with tears.
You have been someone’s solace
And someone’s despair.
You have been many things bundled together,
But you have also been silenced.
Supressed by the sound of...
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High Tide
It is out here I like to think;
To sit upon the soft, wooden jetty and ponder,
My heart in the water,
My thoughts with the trees.
And as the sun plays hide and seek behind grey clouds,
I lose myself with the outgoing wind.
The sea eats up the pebble covered shore.
She beats like a spirited drummer upon the coco trunks
And speaks to my soul,
Her music mirth.
The grey clouds now hide my countenance
My existence simple; mere ambiguity.
But now as the wind returns,
I find myself.
And the experience of such selflessness ...
To sit upon the soft, wooden jetty and ponder,
My heart in the water,
My thoughts with the trees.
And as the sun plays hide and seek behind grey clouds,
I lose myself with the outgoing wind.
The sea eats up the pebble covered shore.
She beats like a spirited drummer upon the coco trunks
And speaks to my soul,
Her music mirth.
The grey clouds now hide my countenance
My existence simple; mere ambiguity.
But now as the wind returns,
I find myself.
And the experience of such selflessness ...
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Silence
Our minds have been chained by the past.
We have endured selfless love and selfish lusts.
Time has broken our backs and has offered us herself
as healing.
So many times we have trembled at the thought of separation,
trembled at the thought of
aloneness.
So accustomed to owning nothing, being nothing.
It has been my dream that one day we shall understand.
I shall never be accustomed to someone shutting me up.
I shall never smile in the face of death and ask him out on a date.
I shall...
We have endured selfless love and selfish lusts.
Time has broken our backs and has offered us herself
as healing.
So many times we have trembled at the thought of separation,
trembled at the thought of
aloneness.
So accustomed to owning nothing, being nothing.
It has been my dream that one day we shall understand.
I shall never be accustomed to someone shutting me up.
I shall never smile in the face of death and ask him out on a date.
I shall...
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Chartered Love
They’ve been called many things.
Their coloured pasts and clouded futures merge,
To meet the needs of the hungry ones who come to feast.
Nightly battles with the ever present possibility
That some so called prince charming would see it fit to stop by
And deliver his deepest and most dreadful secrets,
Murdering souls on end with his lust and his need to be
Fed.
See them in their droves.
Like brute beasts borrowing time,
Their tie clips glistening in the moonlight;
Their jackets offering temporary warmth to the daughters of...
Their coloured pasts and clouded futures merge,
To meet the needs of the hungry ones who come to feast.
Nightly battles with the ever present possibility
That some so called prince charming would see it fit to stop by
And deliver his deepest and most dreadful secrets,
Murdering souls on end with his lust and his need to be
Fed.
See them in their droves.
Like brute beasts borrowing time,
Their tie clips glistening in the moonlight;
Their jackets offering temporary warmth to the daughters of...
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Sunset
The sky is at her golden age;
Her eyes red with anger,
Her heart, grown older with the day.
And as I walk along the stony beach
I am at one with the world.
And I bade thee go, to return in time again.
For there's a thing in me saying I'll see you.
And though I'm an imposter in your eyes,
Tomorrow, and all her hopes, dreams, goals and fears,
They all keep me embracing you.
My faith keeps me moving forward.
I never turn back.
For everything good comes to an end; ...
Her eyes red with anger,
Her heart, grown older with the day.
And as I walk along the stony beach
I am at one with the world.
And I bade thee go, to return in time again.
For there's a thing in me saying I'll see you.
And though I'm an imposter in your eyes,
Tomorrow, and all her hopes, dreams, goals and fears,
They all keep me embracing you.
My faith keeps me moving forward.
I never turn back.
For everything good comes to an end; ...
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The Greatest Story Ever Written
And there it was,
Spoken across the distance of the deep,
The life that was us
You had planned so quietly
And fashioned so delicately my face;
Our face.
We walked and talked with you.
We smiled and laughed with you.
We asked you questions and you answered.
It was perfect bliss.
And our shame was far from you.
For to love is not to be ashamed.
And there he came.
Smooth and enticing words
Sweet and sour to the lips, ...
Spoken across the distance of the deep,
The life that was us
You had planned so quietly
And fashioned so delicately my face;
Our face.
We walked and talked with you.
We smiled and laughed with you.
We asked you questions and you answered.
It was perfect bliss.
And our shame was far from you.
For to love is not to be ashamed.
And there he came.
Smooth and enticing words
Sweet and sour to the lips, ...
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History by Shawnelle Martineaux
To be a book remembered,
Unfaded by the winds of time,
Unshaken by the raging sea,
Destined to shape hearts, minds and character.
To be a story,
Told for centuries,
Still applicable and still worthwhile.
The maker of a smile and the breaker
Of the cycle.
To be an evergreen,
Planted soundly on the sloped side of a mountain,
Where everyone sees that I remained fervent,
In season and out.
Ready to teach what I've found,
Ready to learn all I do not know,
Ready to...
Unfaded by the winds of time,
Unshaken by the raging sea,
Destined to shape hearts, minds and character.
To be a story,
Told for centuries,
Still applicable and still worthwhile.
The maker of a smile and the breaker
Of the cycle.
To be an evergreen,
Planted soundly on the sloped side of a mountain,
Where everyone sees that I remained fervent,
In season and out.
Ready to teach what I've found,
Ready to learn all I do not know,
Ready to...
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When That Time Comes
When that time comes I shall see your face,
A story written so plainly across my being.
The part of my character I never fully understood
I shall see my future written in your smile
And hear my name in your laugh.
We shall breathe each others' breath;
Feel each others' pains and joys.
We shall love in the way love was written.
When that day comes, our hearts shall beat as one and we
Shall realize that life was only half as fun before.
We shall continue to dream as individuals but...
A story written so plainly across my being.
The part of my character I never fully understood
I shall see my future written in your smile
And hear my name in your laugh.
We shall breathe each others' breath;
Feel each others' pains and joys.
We shall love in the way love was written.
When that day comes, our hearts shall beat as one and we
Shall realize that life was only half as fun before.
We shall continue to dream as individuals but...
105 reads
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