Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
everything I write was born in that moment, and will live on forever :)
And Then There Was Me
I professed my love to an eagle
only to have it fly over me and drop a deuce,
that my friends is the story of my life.
Shit, shit and more shit,
it's probably why I think everything stinks,
cause it actually fucking does.
only to have it fly over me and drop a deuce,
that my friends is the story of my life.
Shit, shit and more shit,
it's probably why I think everything stinks,
cause it actually fucking does.
81 reads
9 Comments
Looking For Pain In All The Right Places
Mill me over........
decide I'm not the one
I'm bored and want to move on
but I need the scar,
so cut me,
cut me loose....
decide I'm not the one
I'm bored and want to move on
but I need the scar,
so cut me,
cut me loose....
81 reads
6 Comments
Refraction of Light
He brags about a pastel rainbow
how soft the purple
how the light the red,
smugness takes me over
and I talk of things that fade,
his rainbow is one of them.
how soft the purple
how the light the red,
smugness takes me over
and I talk of things that fade,
his rainbow is one of them.
82 reads
4 Comments
Castle Motherf**king Awesome
I tell the world her magic little universe disgusts me
I mean...pretty trolls on holy unicorns...it's fucking absurd,
living in a perfect snow globe where the snow isn't even snow
it's just ice cream and cake,
in her land everything works out for the best
and it makes me want to punch holes in every fucking wall I see,
It pisses me off and it makes me insanely angry
because in the deepest part of my heart I would love to live
there....
even if it is just a fantasy.
I mean...pretty trolls on holy unicorns...it's fucking absurd,
living in a perfect snow globe where the snow isn't even snow
it's just ice cream and cake,
in her land everything works out for the best
and it makes me want to punch holes in every fucking wall I see,
It pisses me off and it makes me insanely angry
because in the deepest part of my heart I would love to live
there....
even if it is just a fantasy.
90 reads
9 Comments
Extending Courtesies
I was down that hole the one where loneliness lives
and I wanted out, you extended me a knife
I held on to it, gripping it tight, so tight
I felt the blade meet the bone, I was trying
and you were laughing and then you let go,
you watched me bleed, and I could hear you screaming
"why didn't you hold on",
but I'm at the bottom with the knife
and you're at the top smiling down on me,
I'm no forensic scientist but I think the clues are all there.
and so I learned to hold on to the knife
at the bottom of the pit
because it is...
and I wanted out, you extended me a knife
I held on to it, gripping it tight, so tight
I felt the blade meet the bone, I was trying
and you were laughing and then you let go,
you watched me bleed, and I could hear you screaming
"why didn't you hold on",
but I'm at the bottom with the knife
and you're at the top smiling down on me,
I'm no forensic scientist but I think the clues are all there.
and so I learned to hold on to the knife
at the bottom of the pit
because it is...
83 reads
7 Comments
Pound Cake
Smack me with that everlasting wit
destroy someone's character, please!
you're starting to bore me
trust me when I say it wasn't your looks
that caught me on that hook,
it was your big ass mouth
so start using it,
even on me...
tell me all the things you think
thought or thought and let die
cause my ears need that sound
of whatever it is they want....
blah, blah, blah, blaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
destroy someone's character, please!
you're starting to bore me
trust me when I say it wasn't your looks
that caught me on that hook,
it was your big ass mouth
so start using it,
even on me...
tell me all the things you think
thought or thought and let die
cause my ears need that sound
of whatever it is they want....
blah, blah, blah, blaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
70 reads
7 Comments
Pulling Legs Off Spiders
I paved the way to my soul
with broken hearts,
each one,
dead, gone and
never fucking coming back
except when I need them to,
♪ ♫ Memories, something something of my mind ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Memories, something through the ages just like wine ♪ ♫
to haunt me is to love me
so keep the screams coming.
Stupid fucks.
{♪ ♫ partial lyrics from an Elvis song, but
mangled enough not to cause a problem ♪ ♫}
with broken hearts,
each one,
dead, gone and
never fucking coming back
except when I need them to,
♪ ♫ Memories, something something of my mind ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Memories, something through the ages just like wine ♪ ♫
to haunt me is to love me
so keep the screams coming.
Stupid fucks.
{♪ ♫ partial lyrics from an Elvis song, but
mangled enough not to cause a problem ♪ ♫}
109 reads
11 Comments
All That Rubbish
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115 reads
8 Comments
Broken Dam
I guess this is the day I figure out nothing I do will
or could ever impress you, fruitless like everything else
try and try for approval just to wake up one day and realize
you don't fucking need it, and all that time you wasted
trying make someone feel you, or love you was all in vain
and you only needed to see, yourself, and nothing else,
and acceptance and approval one must get from themselves
fuck everybody and what they like or want, time to get
a bit self centered and start living for me, and like you
once told me, "forget the past",...
or could ever impress you, fruitless like everything else
try and try for approval just to wake up one day and realize
you don't fucking need it, and all that time you wasted
trying make someone feel you, or love you was all in vain
and you only needed to see, yourself, and nothing else,
and acceptance and approval one must get from themselves
fuck everybody and what they like or want, time to get
a bit self centered and start living for me, and like you
once told me, "forget the past",...
60 reads
3 Comments
A Little Rouge For Your Cheeks
I am strong therefor I will be hit with all types
of headache and heartache, and I will learn from them
and take from them and weep for them and will have to
travel to the back of minds and hearts, even my very own.
Today I stare at my naked face in an old cracked mirror
and I see myself as I've always seen myself, missing.
I smack myself, not in a crazy psycho way but in a wake up
feel something way, I do it hard enough to feel the sting,
deep breaths and not much more, I turn away from the Picasso
the looking glass has made me into...
of headache and heartache, and I will learn from them
and take from them and weep for them and will have to
travel to the back of minds and hearts, even my very own.
Today I stare at my naked face in an old cracked mirror
and I see myself as I've always seen myself, missing.
I smack myself, not in a crazy psycho way but in a wake up
feel something way, I do it hard enough to feel the sting,
deep breaths and not much more, I turn away from the Picasso
the looking glass has made me into...
78 reads
8 Comments
Beneath The Rocks
In the shallows of my barren heart I search for depth.
Black and broken pieces
float
and
fall,
confetti.
hold your hand out
to catch nothing,
reap what has been sewn
flashlights of past lives
are cast upon a wall,
remember why everything died on the inside
see it for what it is or was and will be
make your peace with that girl
the one you were, before.
If only tears could drown
and fears could fly.
Black and broken pieces
float
and
fall,
confetti.
hold your hand out
to catch nothing,
reap what has been sewn
flashlights of past lives
are cast upon a wall,
remember why everything died on the inside
see it for what it is or was and will be
make your peace with that girl
the one you were, before.
If only tears could drown
and fears could fly.
82 reads
10 Comments
Can You See Me?
Beat me
call me names
do something.
I want to exist
I need to feel,
pain.
The little girl
rises from the grave,
tears still falling from death
screaming for a mother that never comes.
There's not a home for the lost,
and comfort is a story I long to hear
yet that part of me must be deaf.
call me names
do something.
I want to exist
I need to feel,
pain.
The little girl
rises from the grave,
tears still falling from death
screaming for a mother that never comes.
There's not a home for the lost,
and comfort is a story I long to hear
yet that part of me must be deaf.
77 reads
7 Comments
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