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
Rat Races
Day in and day out
Like clock work rat races
Slithering with cold blood
Heavy eyes and slumped shoulders
Show the signs of day to day wear
Not quite built to last
But satisfaction guaranteed
Like clock work rat races
Slithering with cold blood
Heavy eyes and slumped shoulders
Show the signs of day to day wear
Not quite built to last
But satisfaction guaranteed
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Pep Rallies
The school pride is sickening
The way you smile in your bold colors
You hardly care about the people that sorround you
Nothing more than pride you don't deserve
No, I don't want to talk to you
No, don't sit next to me
No, your classes bore me
No, I will not be at the game tonight
I have more important things to do
Shut off the music
Your taste is horrible
Fuck your pep rallies
I'd rather watch paint dry
Your painted smiles and plastic hearts
The sluts and the stupid
People like you are why I'm medicated
You hold...
The way you smile in your bold colors
You hardly care about the people that sorround you
Nothing more than pride you don't deserve
No, I don't want to talk to you
No, don't sit next to me
No, your classes bore me
No, I will not be at the game tonight
I have more important things to do
Shut off the music
Your taste is horrible
Fuck your pep rallies
I'd rather watch paint dry
Your painted smiles and plastic hearts
The sluts and the stupid
People like you are why I'm medicated
You hold...
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Cotton Sheets
You caress me in ways I have never felt before
And your kisses melt into my skin
My fingers wrap around your lavender hair
And your eyes shine like nothing else in the dark room
Heat radiates off of our bodies
As the cotton sherts bind us together
Enveloped, incased, consumed by lust
You are giving as much as you receive
You plead and beg, demand and take
Shivers, gasps, moans
We can not be contained
I press against bare skin
Exploring, cautiously and clumsily
Because first times
Don't always come easy
But a fluid,...
And your kisses melt into my skin
My fingers wrap around your lavender hair
And your eyes shine like nothing else in the dark room
Heat radiates off of our bodies
As the cotton sherts bind us together
Enveloped, incased, consumed by lust
You are giving as much as you receive
You plead and beg, demand and take
Shivers, gasps, moans
We can not be contained
I press against bare skin
Exploring, cautiously and clumsily
Because first times
Don't always come easy
But a fluid,...
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The Piano
She walks down quiet halls
Her bare feet slide across old floor boards
The flowing maroon dress
That once belonged to her mother
Gets frayed and worn
As she walks
In a dull blank stare
She comes across a room
A simple room
With dusty walls
And ripped drapes that cover broken windows
And in the farthest corner
An old piano sits
Her curiosity overcomes her
The yellowing and cracked keys
Call her name with so much grace
It screams for a warm hand
To be touched
To be loved
To rid it's stringed...
Her bare feet slide across old floor boards
The flowing maroon dress
That once belonged to her mother
Gets frayed and worn
As she walks
In a dull blank stare
She comes across a room
A simple room
With dusty walls
And ripped drapes that cover broken windows
And in the farthest corner
An old piano sits
Her curiosity overcomes her
The yellowing and cracked keys
Call her name with so much grace
It screams for a warm hand
To be touched
To be loved
To rid it's stringed...
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Mouse and Viper
I am the quiet church mouse
That scurries behind large wooden pews
Scared of other people's shadows
Content with silence
I am the quiet church mouse
And you are the viper spiting venom at the alter
You spit a string of curses
And they're all directed toward me
You tell me to put my paws up
Because it's a big world out there
And this world has no room
For small little brown mice
I flinch with every poisonous vowel
I feel tears prick at my eyes
And after you let your toxin sink in
You leave a bitter taste...
That scurries behind large wooden pews
Scared of other people's shadows
Content with silence
I am the quiet church mouse
And you are the viper spiting venom at the alter
You spit a string of curses
And they're all directed toward me
You tell me to put my paws up
Because it's a big world out there
And this world has no room
For small little brown mice
I flinch with every poisonous vowel
I feel tears prick at my eyes
And after you let your toxin sink in
You leave a bitter taste...
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Masked Dance
There is a ball tonight
And everyone is here
The women are in flowing dresses
And their wings are pampered and plucked
The men show of expensive suits
Talk of accomplishments and prizes
And everyone is drinking
They are having a good time
The priest arrives
His mask placed over his eyes
Black and white
Yin and yang
And he watches everyone indulge in sin
Tucks his cross under his shirt
And happily joins in
The mayor and his wife
Arrive at separate times
The mayor feeds the lovely masked women ...
And everyone is here
The women are in flowing dresses
And their wings are pampered and plucked
The men show of expensive suits
Talk of accomplishments and prizes
And everyone is drinking
They are having a good time
The priest arrives
His mask placed over his eyes
Black and white
Yin and yang
And he watches everyone indulge in sin
Tucks his cross under his shirt
And happily joins in
The mayor and his wife
Arrive at separate times
The mayor feeds the lovely masked women ...
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Swinging Rope
It's a perfect day to hang myself
The clouds have covered the sky
And flashes of white light
Burst behind gray masses
There is the threat of rain
And it's a perfect day for suicide
I gave it plenty of thought
And I found a strong rope
Tied it around my neck
And it feels just right
I can hear the voices
The ones of mother and father
Screaming and shouting at the ghosts
And when their voices pass
I hear the whispers that lie behind my eyes
The ones who taught me how to tie the noose
And now I hear the rain...
The clouds have covered the sky
And flashes of white light
Burst behind gray masses
There is the threat of rain
And it's a perfect day for suicide
I gave it plenty of thought
And I found a strong rope
Tied it around my neck
And it feels just right
I can hear the voices
The ones of mother and father
Screaming and shouting at the ghosts
And when their voices pass
I hear the whispers that lie behind my eyes
The ones who taught me how to tie the noose
And now I hear the rain...
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Beauty In Sorrow
You look so pretty when you cry
The way your face flushes
And yet turns a gentle red
Your quiet sobs underneath your heavy blanket
Your wimpers, your gasps
You just look so pretty when you cry
You've given up on all your hope
You've thrown it down the drain
You lie in bed with no recall
On how you even got there
Because everything's a foggy blur
When your eyes are filled with tears
But I love the way you cry
Is it selfish to think this way?
Enjoy watching your show
I like to see your long brown hair...
The way your face flushes
And yet turns a gentle red
Your quiet sobs underneath your heavy blanket
Your wimpers, your gasps
You just look so pretty when you cry
You've given up on all your hope
You've thrown it down the drain
You lie in bed with no recall
On how you even got there
Because everything's a foggy blur
When your eyes are filled with tears
But I love the way you cry
Is it selfish to think this way?
Enjoy watching your show
I like to see your long brown hair...
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What I Deserve
I slit my wrist and cut my ankle
My upper arm and lower thigh
I'm bleeding out on sweat soaked sheets
Because I think I deserve it
You told me to kill myself today on the bus
Your friends laughed along
I didn't say anything, but nodded my head and agreed
Because I think I deserve it
I starved myself most of the day
Felt the way my stomach clenched with hunger
Ignored the food set out for me
Because I think I deserve it
You smacked my head
Pushed me into the shelf
You left bruises and some cuts
But I was the one to...
My upper arm and lower thigh
I'm bleeding out on sweat soaked sheets
Because I think I deserve it
You told me to kill myself today on the bus
Your friends laughed along
I didn't say anything, but nodded my head and agreed
Because I think I deserve it
I starved myself most of the day
Felt the way my stomach clenched with hunger
Ignored the food set out for me
Because I think I deserve it
You smacked my head
Pushed me into the shelf
You left bruises and some cuts
But I was the one to...
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6 Comments
Maybe We'd Live In London
It rains a lot, and in the winter the snow blankets the ground like a frigid sheet. Catching cold hearts, we warm ourselves up with warm tea, and scarves bundled around our necks. Your voice bounces in the air like the notes of singing birds or the strums of a guitar string. Your cheeks are pink, as Jack Frost nips at your toes, and you giggle at the way I smile. And it makes me smile even more.
As the memories flood through my head, I remember that you no longer occupy the same space as you used to. I no longer order two cups of Earl Gray, I no longer get to listen to the way you...
As the memories flood through my head, I remember that you no longer occupy the same space as you used to. I no longer order two cups of Earl Gray, I no longer get to listen to the way you...
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Our Farm
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My Mother
There isn't much I can say about my mother. She was never sweet with kind and caring eyes. I wanted to believe that when I was younger, wanted to look past her cold exterior and see the warmth every mother should have. I wanted to find it and claim it mine, no abusive man or addictive drug would take. She isn't changed for rehabilitated, mother is still cold. Like fragile glass, getting ready to shatter at any moment.
It wasn't till the last few years when I gave her. I stopped caring wither or not she called me. I stopped writing forgiveness poems addressed with her name. I gave...
It wasn't till the last few years when I gave her. I stopped caring wither or not she called me. I stopped writing forgiveness poems addressed with her name. I gave...
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