Submissions by lonelove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write dark and depressing, stuff that I enjoy, I'm not all that great to be quite honest
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2014 2:42am
1st Sep 2014 2:42am
The World Knows Of Our Romance
The room smells like nail polish
Hooker red just for you
And I've been trying to draw this picture
But the women's hair always end up looking like yours
The anticipation of seeing you brings my legs to a halt
When I imagine how we will intertwined upon our first time being alone
I can imagine how perfect it will be
But imagining will never be a good as reality
So I count down the hours till I jump into my car
And drive down the streets and the stop lights hit colors
Colors that look like my nails
And life seems to make me want to wait even longer...
Hooker red just for you
And I've been trying to draw this picture
But the women's hair always end up looking like yours
The anticipation of seeing you brings my legs to a halt
When I imagine how we will intertwined upon our first time being alone
I can imagine how perfect it will be
But imagining will never be a good as reality
So I count down the hours till I jump into my car
And drive down the streets and the stop lights hit colors
Colors that look like my nails
And life seems to make me want to wait even longer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 1:33am
28th Aug 2014 1:33am
Rambles About The Woman I Love
Wrapping my arms around her waist
I am reminded of her tapered hips and the way she stands
Tall
Strong
And yet caresses her arms and feet in this frail pose
Hanging onto her neck, like letting go would end our lives
With every kiss, I plant a little reminder of me with her
And with every kiss I crave even more
I crave to see the way her chest rises and falls while she sleeps
The way she gently swings back and forth in her hammock in the backyard
As the wind tosses her auburn hair
Sometimes I dream of her
I dream that we caresses...
I am reminded of her tapered hips and the way she stands
Tall
Strong
And yet caresses her arms and feet in this frail pose
Hanging onto her neck, like letting go would end our lives
With every kiss, I plant a little reminder of me with her
And with every kiss I crave even more
I crave to see the way her chest rises and falls while she sleeps
The way she gently swings back and forth in her hammock in the backyard
As the wind tosses her auburn hair
Sometimes I dream of her
I dream that we caresses...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 1:25am
28th Aug 2014 1:25am
Slam Poetry
The microphone stands tall
And when their words fly through it
They pierce my heart on the other side
and I can feel crimson flow of feeling
pouring from my wound
The cuts sting and my masochistic sensibilities
ask for more
And when they provide I am hooked
Strung out, burnt out
Inject the needle of your words into my veins
and leave me chilled and inspired
For an addict's write leaves them only wanting more
Trek the miles, just a taste
The snaps of fingers and murmurs from people
who nod their...
And when their words fly through it
They pierce my heart on the other side
and I can feel crimson flow of feeling
pouring from my wound
The cuts sting and my masochistic sensibilities
ask for more
And when they provide I am hooked
Strung out, burnt out
Inject the needle of your words into my veins
and leave me chilled and inspired
For an addict's write leaves them only wanting more
Trek the miles, just a taste
The snaps of fingers and murmurs from people
who nod their...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 5:17am
18th Aug 2014 5:17am
Migraines
She is sick
And not the sick to where she's gone a day or two
And when she returns we embrace and the day goes on
But it's also not the type of sick
For where she is lying in a hospital bed
And there is a bittersweet beauty in our relationship
The kind authors write about
She's sick just enough
To where I always worry
Just enough for machines to read her inner thoughts
But not enough to where she wants me to leave her
Needing her sense of independence from it's illness
She's fighting as hard as she can
And what am I to do
When...
And not the sick to where she's gone a day or two
And when she returns we embrace and the day goes on
But it's also not the type of sick
For where she is lying in a hospital bed
And there is a bittersweet beauty in our relationship
The kind authors write about
She's sick just enough
To where I always worry
Just enough for machines to read her inner thoughts
But not enough to where she wants me to leave her
Needing her sense of independence from it's illness
She's fighting as hard as she can
And what am I to do
When...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 6:43am
13th Aug 2014 6:43am
Pillows Don't Make Good Heartbeats
I used to be able to sleep with pillows
Blankets to cover
And I would be calm
Thinking that the plush was you
But now I have held you
Smelled your hair and felt the soft skin of legs
And now these pillows will not suffice
Because a single heartbeat
Will not lull me to sleep anymore
Blankets to cover
And I would be calm
Thinking that the plush was you
But now I have held you
Smelled your hair and felt the soft skin of legs
And now these pillows will not suffice
Because a single heartbeat
Will not lull me to sleep anymore
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 1:15am
9th Aug 2014 1:15am
Rust With Me
Rust with me
Let our circuits die
Because what's more romantic
Than dying in the moonlight
Let our hand hold for infinity
Soldered in a clench of cold metal shutdown
Darling, the fading glow behind your eyes
Is shining brighter than any star
In this junkyard cemetery
Through the intercom a music box plays
And I try to smile with rusted lips
The effort is useless
But the sentiment remains the same
As it did hundreds of years ago
When we were built together
Let our circuits die
Because what's more romantic
Than dying in the moonlight
Let our hand hold for infinity
Soldered in a clench of cold metal shutdown
Darling, the fading glow behind your eyes
Is shining brighter than any star
In this junkyard cemetery
Through the intercom a music box plays
And I try to smile with rusted lips
The effort is useless
But the sentiment remains the same
As it did hundreds of years ago
When we were built together
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 4:13pm
2nd Aug 2014 4:13pm
A Crowded Void
The gears and circuits that fall and degrade
With the rain that hits the metal skin
Perhap the liquid will clean away my metal frame and expose the soft flesh underneath
I am not all human
My emotions are programmed wired to a "brain" of sheet metal
Photoreceptors to analyze and categorize
The cog turning and engine powered world that spins upon the axis of the universe
The vast expanse of an emotionless journey
And I am one automaton, feeling the joints stiffen
Steam escapes to the air and fogs up my world around me
And with the flickering of...
With the rain that hits the metal skin
Perhap the liquid will clean away my metal frame and expose the soft flesh underneath
I am not all human
My emotions are programmed wired to a "brain" of sheet metal
Photoreceptors to analyze and categorize
The cog turning and engine powered world that spins upon the axis of the universe
The vast expanse of an emotionless journey
And I am one automaton, feeling the joints stiffen
Steam escapes to the air and fogs up my world around me
And with the flickering of...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 1:48am
2nd Aug 2014 1:48am
Shortly After Midnight
I stood shirtless in the middle of my room and swayed back and forth to the motion of the song
It was not because I was sad, nor because I was happy
It was because I finally felt content
It was not because I was sad, nor because I was happy
It was because I finally felt content
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 6:50am
23rd Jul 2014 6:50am
There Are No Accidents
I'm not saying I want to kill myself
But if I got hit by a car tomorrow
I wouldn't fight as hard to stay alive as people would want me to
But if I got hit by a car tomorrow
I wouldn't fight as hard to stay alive as people would want me to
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 1:58am
10th Jul 2014 1:58am
Biodegradable
Nothing more than 140 pounds of meat
55 percent water
Cosmetics and wool to cover
But don't worry darling
I'm biodegradable
Plant flowers in my blackened lungs
And give them something useful to do
Tear out my heart, present it on a platter
The birds will appreciate the sentiment
Eyeballs to the maggots because they're all I want to see
In a world of yellow grass
I'm biodegradable
Let me rust with you
No need for steam, electricity or oil
Rusting is all I need
Mechanics that no longer turn
Gears that fade away...
55 percent water
Cosmetics and wool to cover
But don't worry darling
I'm biodegradable
Plant flowers in my blackened lungs
And give them something useful to do
Tear out my heart, present it on a platter
The birds will appreciate the sentiment
Eyeballs to the maggots because they're all I want to see
In a world of yellow grass
I'm biodegradable
Let me rust with you
No need for steam, electricity or oil
Rusting is all I need
Mechanics that no longer turn
Gears that fade away...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 7:59am
8th Jul 2014 7:59am
Following My Dreams
When I say I'm following my dream
It's not because Disney told me too
Or because my mother wanted the best for me
Not because I was raised in a house with support
I follow my dream because no one else is following theirs
I was raised in a house
Where children were seen and not heard
Where summer vacation was nothing more than panic attacks and attempted suicides
Where my father's motto was-
"Hope in one hand
Shit in another
And see which one fills up faster."
Dreams were nothing more than to be forgotten when I woke up
I...
It's not because Disney told me too
Or because my mother wanted the best for me
Not because I was raised in a house with support
I follow my dream because no one else is following theirs
I was raised in a house
Where children were seen and not heard
Where summer vacation was nothing more than panic attacks and attempted suicides
Where my father's motto was-
"Hope in one hand
Shit in another
And see which one fills up faster."
Dreams were nothing more than to be forgotten when I woke up
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 6:14am
8th Jul 2014 6:14am
Your Symphony And My Tempo
My heart beat is the
tempo of this
melancholy symphony
And when you walk in
the crescendo flows through
the ink of the pen and onto the page
The song plays with
the tempo that
reminds me only of you
tempo of this
melancholy symphony
And when you walk in
the crescendo flows through
the ink of the pen and onto the page
The song plays with
the tempo that
reminds me only of you
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