Submissions by lyriclover16 (Jessica Dawn.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
She Never Really Was A Monster
So many thoughts transcribed
in this troubled girl's translucent mind.
Paint her up and turn her loose
with nothing but bad memories
and a hippie attitude.
Letting the haze of smoke
and passing lights take her away,
She lost all control
until she completely decomposed.
Leaving behind only a tattered paper,
inked in scribbles of misunderstood words to say.
in this troubled girl's translucent mind.
Paint her up and turn her loose
with nothing but bad memories
and a hippie attitude.
Letting the haze of smoke
and passing lights take her away,
She lost all control
until she completely decomposed.
Leaving behind only a tattered paper,
inked in scribbles of misunderstood words to say.
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Two Broken Souls and An Unwanted Child
Solitude found in this cluttered bathroom
As I continuously grasp for an inch of normality.
Falling, when I've already been at the bottom,
groveling for happiness.
Struggling to find peace while drowning admidst
two broken souls and an unhappy marriage.
Reaching upward, as they drag me down.
Bruise me externally again,
The pain I can handle,
but emotional damage takes its toll.
Hearing their disappointment in their accidental being,
screamed across the hall.
Wishing to run far away and reach flourescent red,
yet being stationary in this...
As I continuously grasp for an inch of normality.
Falling, when I've already been at the bottom,
groveling for happiness.
Struggling to find peace while drowning admidst
two broken souls and an unhappy marriage.
Reaching upward, as they drag me down.
Bruise me externally again,
The pain I can handle,
but emotional damage takes its toll.
Hearing their disappointment in their accidental being,
screamed across the hall.
Wishing to run far away and reach flourescent red,
yet being stationary in this...
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She's Just a Paper Doll, That's all.
A tattered paper doll,
lyrical dancing in her medicating rain,
hiding behind a haze of smoke.
Large barbaric hands
clothe and abuse the frail body
belonging to this paper doll.
Leaving behind cuts and bruises,
ink stains and reminents of memories...
now lost in the smoke.
Hand after hand,
decorate her pale paper skin,
Leaving a disgusting trail of resin and dust
to settle agains her borrowed clothing.
Lost and alone,
she dances in her rain,
(her) paper and pain washing away.
lyrical dancing in her medicating rain,
hiding behind a haze of smoke.
Large barbaric hands
clothe and abuse the frail body
belonging to this paper doll.
Leaving behind cuts and bruises,
ink stains and reminents of memories...
now lost in the smoke.
Hand after hand,
decorate her pale paper skin,
Leaving a disgusting trail of resin and dust
to settle agains her borrowed clothing.
Lost and alone,
she dances in her rain,
(her) paper and pain washing away.
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Teenage Dirtbag
I've given up on pen and paper,
and settled on carving my skin.
Every fucking word you've ever spoken,
inked out on a tan fondant of self doubt.
Letting the blood stain this hand-me-down couch
as I watch independent movies
about fucked up people
just so I won't feel so alone.
The sadness,
or maybe realization,
or self recognition,
spreads the carving to my heart.
What a bloody fucking mess,
spilling within my tainted body.
The blood spills,
but never escapes,
and still my mind races.
Wishing only to find my own obsession,...
and settled on carving my skin.
Every fucking word you've ever spoken,
inked out on a tan fondant of self doubt.
Letting the blood stain this hand-me-down couch
as I watch independent movies
about fucked up people
just so I won't feel so alone.
The sadness,
or maybe realization,
or self recognition,
spreads the carving to my heart.
What a bloody fucking mess,
spilling within my tainted body.
The blood spills,
but never escapes,
and still my mind races.
Wishing only to find my own obsession,...
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Hallucinogens and Broken Telescopes
and maybe all that we are,
is a fragment of this fallen star.
dropped from the highest sight...
both of us lost and forgotten somewhere along this fight.
I'd give you all of my sparkle and shine,
although its dull, this shade of mine...
I'd rather give it to you,
I'll fade into a treacherous dark hue.
Words and music pierce my bland skin,
as I lay on the ground, grass barrier thin.
Your weak heart, borrowed charisma and charm,
the filthy needle penetrating my arm.
Who needs drugs when we've got our lustful love,
breathing in the toxic fumes,...
is a fragment of this fallen star.
dropped from the highest sight...
both of us lost and forgotten somewhere along this fight.
I'd give you all of my sparkle and shine,
although its dull, this shade of mine...
I'd rather give it to you,
I'll fade into a treacherous dark hue.
Words and music pierce my bland skin,
as I lay on the ground, grass barrier thin.
Your weak heart, borrowed charisma and charm,
the filthy needle penetrating my arm.
Who needs drugs when we've got our lustful love,
breathing in the toxic fumes,...
616 reads
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Spoon Feeding
Open the doors to your cankerous mouth
as I feed you my verbal porridge
with this rusty spoon.
Hoping all the while, that you'll choke
on it's thick texture,
so that I can watch the very life
that you take for granted
fade from your oceanic eyes.
With just a final breath
left quivering in your lungs...
I would save you,
restoring the sparkle of your voice
and the balmy climate held captive in your eyes.
I'd wait to hear
your heart wrenching testimony
about extraterrestrial discoverings
and your new found appreciation for life......
as I feed you my verbal porridge
with this rusty spoon.
Hoping all the while, that you'll choke
on it's thick texture,
so that I can watch the very life
that you take for granted
fade from your oceanic eyes.
With just a final breath
left quivering in your lungs...
I would save you,
restoring the sparkle of your voice
and the balmy climate held captive in your eyes.
I'd wait to hear
your heart wrenching testimony
about extraterrestrial discoverings
and your new found appreciation for life......
247 reads
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Cobweb Cryptography
The feelings that i encrypt
deep within the furrows of my brain
hide there, waiting for someone
to decipher their jargon.
You walked by on that concrete floor,
and during your promenation,
I instilled every Bohemian, Beatnik feature
into the laugh lines of my brain.
Instantaneously you became
my thoughts and feelings,
the inspiration to my literary wax.
Fabricating feelings of love,
with the cobweb strings lacing my heart.
Your words permeating
in the hollow spaces of my body,
creeping into my lungs as they...
deep within the furrows of my brain
hide there, waiting for someone
to decipher their jargon.
You walked by on that concrete floor,
and during your promenation,
I instilled every Bohemian, Beatnik feature
into the laugh lines of my brain.
Instantaneously you became
my thoughts and feelings,
the inspiration to my literary wax.
Fabricating feelings of love,
with the cobweb strings lacing my heart.
Your words permeating
in the hollow spaces of my body,
creeping into my lungs as they...
221 reads
1 Comment
When Reflections Become Nightmares
Closing my misleading eyes
as I stare at cracked armored glass
So that I can depict myself
as dimented and ugly as I truly feel.
Ratted hair and bruised skin,
just red pen delineation
of the pain stricken barbarian that I've become.
Inside that same misleading mind,
I materialize plans
to torture and starve this savage girl.
Making her swallow every ounce of darkness,
I alienate her soul.
I drag her beaten torso,
behind me for miles,
and force her to perform the worst task possible....
lift her messy mop of...
as I stare at cracked armored glass
So that I can depict myself
as dimented and ugly as I truly feel.
Ratted hair and bruised skin,
just red pen delineation
of the pain stricken barbarian that I've become.
Inside that same misleading mind,
I materialize plans
to torture and starve this savage girl.
Making her swallow every ounce of darkness,
I alienate her soul.
I drag her beaten torso,
behind me for miles,
and force her to perform the worst task possible....
lift her messy mop of...
251 reads
2 Comments
A Heart That Bleeds Quicksand
The beauty of youre depth
holds captive a thousand words
maneuvering my heart in just as many directions.
Tear filled eyes
and dripping veins
want only to fall in love,
but I've fallen in your pain.
holds captive a thousand words
maneuvering my heart in just as many directions.
Tear filled eyes
and dripping veins
want only to fall in love,
but I've fallen in your pain.
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I guess this counts as a goodbye?
He has his hands on my right arm,
And you on my left.
You both pull and pull
Until I rip in half.
My blood, guts and emotions
Splatter the floor.
You both scramble to gather
The remnants of my once vital organs.
He collects them in cheap plastic bags,
And you store them in your trench coat pockets.
You both wanted me,
He showed me,
You didn’t.
I wasn’t sure.
Now neither of you can have me,
And I’m splattered across an unswept floor.
You’re both...
And you on my left.
You both pull and pull
Until I rip in half.
My blood, guts and emotions
Splatter the floor.
You both scramble to gather
The remnants of my once vital organs.
He collects them in cheap plastic bags,
And you store them in your trench coat pockets.
You both wanted me,
He showed me,
You didn’t.
I wasn’t sure.
Now neither of you can have me,
And I’m splattered across an unswept floor.
You’re both...
235 reads
4 Comments
Desolate Normality
Opening my mouth, with words unspoken,
Breathing in the shattering hearts
And screaming from my stereo.
An attempt to medicate my constant wounds.
Living word by word
To each intricately written song.
Drinking this water that’s forever dry.
Walking, dazed in a daily routine of loneliness,
Solely wanting to wake up.
Spinning in the desolation of my room,
Searching for some sense of ease.
Hesitation pulling at each string
Attached to my forever painstaking heart,
Allowing no love to tickle its surface,
Leaving it black and unknown....
Breathing in the shattering hearts
And screaming from my stereo.
An attempt to medicate my constant wounds.
Living word by word
To each intricately written song.
Drinking this water that’s forever dry.
Walking, dazed in a daily routine of loneliness,
Solely wanting to wake up.
Spinning in the desolation of my room,
Searching for some sense of ease.
Hesitation pulling at each string
Attached to my forever painstaking heart,
Allowing no love to tickle its surface,
Leaving it black and unknown....
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Tim Burton is my Subconscious
Closing my eyes,
Letting words roll around in my empty skull,
Verbal bumper cars,
causing an echo.
Lying in my self inflicted darkness,
Just so I can feel some sort of peace,
And not so fucking pathetic.
The creepy little world,
Conjured up inside my echoing cranium,
Allows me to be a princess.
Her hair is ratty and her dress is torn,
But she’s still a princess.
You’re still my prince,
But when you open your mouth to speak,
Black butterflies flutter out,
And...
Letting words roll around in my empty skull,
Verbal bumper cars,
causing an echo.
Lying in my self inflicted darkness,
Just so I can feel some sort of peace,
And not so fucking pathetic.
The creepy little world,
Conjured up inside my echoing cranium,
Allows me to be a princess.
Her hair is ratty and her dress is torn,
But she’s still a princess.
You’re still my prince,
But when you open your mouth to speak,
Black butterflies flutter out,
And...
284 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by lyriclover16 (Jessica Dawn.)