Submissions by pretty_normal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Incredibly, and indecently broken quite a lot of the time.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 1:29am
2nd Sep 2014 1:29am
'Lay back and wait kiddo'
I'm sticky
slipery
one leg juts out on the defensive
and one curls slipping under me.
Toe under the crook of my foot
head balancing on the flat of my wrist
yawn reaches my nose but my eyes are shut
open them
my scalp flakes slightly under my nails
fingers force through matted hair
I pick my scabs but everything is clean
bleed me
spit catches in my throat
lips poise to meet the cough
it's dead and still it breathes
awaken
slipery
one leg juts out on the defensive
and one curls slipping under me.
Toe under the crook of my foot
head balancing on the flat of my wrist
yawn reaches my nose but my eyes are shut
open them
my scalp flakes slightly under my nails
fingers force through matted hair
I pick my scabs but everything is clean
bleed me
spit catches in my throat
lips poise to meet the cough
it's dead and still it breathes
awaken
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 10:29pm
19th Jul 2014 10:29pm
Liability
watch me break
you're such bullshit
and I'm reeling
I want to fall and smack my skull against the ground
teeth scratch and chip against the gravel
tiny rungs of stone sit behind my skin
my elbows are bowed, bloody
I feel everything
the disappointment.
you're such bullshit
and I'm reeling
I want to fall and smack my skull against the ground
teeth scratch and chip against the gravel
tiny rungs of stone sit behind my skin
my elbows are bowed, bloody
I feel everything
the disappointment.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2014 00:15am
18th Jul 2014 00:15am
Ah Holidays
I've never been a lot
and god-damn it must be hard
to be so much for so little.
To finally be feeling makes me want to tell you everything.
But I barely know myself
enough to tell you the stories
of my cuts and scrapes.
I know you don't care
and I can no longer tell if the alcohol is fuzzing my blood or if you are
and I'm not crying because I'm all alone, rather because I've always been.
The machinery in my head has seized
fixated,
alienated.
Revoking the same thought pattern till memories rust
and dreams blur...
and god-damn it must be hard
to be so much for so little.
To finally be feeling makes me want to tell you everything.
But I barely know myself
enough to tell you the stories
of my cuts and scrapes.
I know you don't care
and I can no longer tell if the alcohol is fuzzing my blood or if you are
and I'm not crying because I'm all alone, rather because I've always been.
The machinery in my head has seized
fixated,
alienated.
Revoking the same thought pattern till memories rust
and dreams blur...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2014 11:01pm
4th May 2014 11:01pm
Layer-less Epidermis
There's so much inside of you
but you're a child
and you're everyone's child but your own.
Then you can't believe your eyes
how you've failed as your own parent
and you don't recognise your own
moles
anymore
I'm really fucking soft,
how does anyone know where to start
when cutting cashmere
there are so many things that I want
to take to bed with me just to show them
how much they mean
and how harshly they touch me.
but you're a child
and you're everyone's child but your own.
Then you can't believe your eyes
how you've failed as your own parent
and you don't recognise your own
moles
anymore
I'm really fucking soft,
how does anyone know where to start
when cutting cashmere
there are so many things that I want
to take to bed with me just to show them
how much they mean
and how harshly they touch me.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 1:22am
15th Apr 2014 1:22am
My own stability is fleeting
Take the muscle I'm just bones
no way to move, not even frown
I'm a pot of fucking ice-cream
and you spooned right from the centre
cause there's the definite feeling
of something having been gauged out
then I remind myself I'm 6 months on from all that bullshit
so why is nothing any easier
I struggle not to hate you
because if this isn't hate then why do I continue to care at all?
I'd hate to see you at work, but I'd love it all the same
I miss you in so many ways
but I hate myself for saying so
as my persistence will not pay...
no way to move, not even frown
I'm a pot of fucking ice-cream
and you spooned right from the centre
cause there's the definite feeling
of something having been gauged out
then I remind myself I'm 6 months on from all that bullshit
so why is nothing any easier
I struggle not to hate you
because if this isn't hate then why do I continue to care at all?
I'd hate to see you at work, but I'd love it all the same
I miss you in so many ways
but I hate myself for saying so
as my persistence will not pay...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 10:44pm
31st Mar 2014 10:44pm
I don't dream and I don't need to
I do(n't) want you to know yet(/already)
so please don't (over)react
I've found comfort in my bumpy arms
reminding me that my prison is lined
with wood-chip walls
no words
no one speaks in here
and even less does anyone listen.
"Sleep is for the weak"
but to be weak was to be protected
and I think sometimes,
'oh how people cared
even enough to make my loneliness feel momentary
and to split seconds into understanding love
and incapacitating myself with it'
I...
so please don't (over)react
I've found comfort in my bumpy arms
reminding me that my prison is lined
with wood-chip walls
no words
no one speaks in here
and even less does anyone listen.
"Sleep is for the weak"
but to be weak was to be protected
and I think sometimes,
'oh how people cared
even enough to make my loneliness feel momentary
and to split seconds into understanding love
and incapacitating myself with it'
I...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 00:16am
12th Mar 2014 00:16am
Glamorizing Suicide
I can sit here needlessly wanting you
while I also want to trace my veins with a knife
tiny porcelain hairs on the tops of my thighs
engraving sensory ducts
I hope to feel again.
Oh bitter-sweet
my sweet tooth never understood fully
what it meant to bite too hard into
something sour enough to make you want to kill you.
And dead skin sits under my nails
trinkets and bloody bracelets
glamorize
fantasize
really there's some anti-bac
hair scrunchies covered in blood
a pot of sudocrem, 2 paracetamol
plasters, long or...
while I also want to trace my veins with a knife
tiny porcelain hairs on the tops of my thighs
engraving sensory ducts
I hope to feel again.
Oh bitter-sweet
my sweet tooth never understood fully
what it meant to bite too hard into
something sour enough to make you want to kill you.
And dead skin sits under my nails
trinkets and bloody bracelets
glamorize
fantasize
really there's some anti-bac
hair scrunchies covered in blood
a pot of sudocrem, 2 paracetamol
plasters, long or...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 5:21pm
2nd Mar 2014 5:21pm
When you're numb you long to feel
you're best left unfeeling
but it kills you whether you choose to or not
numbness slowly feeds till you're all over cold
can lie on the floor of your hallway
screaming
and feel like you're falling
off 4 story buildings
when in reality you
already
fell.
feelings are sharp
they're inconsistant
but reduce you to behaving incapably
so inescapably
one offers the highs, giving you further to fall and more bones to break
while one's grinding away at the cartilage slowly
it's a grisly business
but either...
but it kills you whether you choose to or not
numbness slowly feeds till you're all over cold
can lie on the floor of your hallway
screaming
and feel like you're falling
off 4 story buildings
when in reality you
already
fell.
feelings are sharp
they're inconsistant
but reduce you to behaving incapably
so inescapably
one offers the highs, giving you further to fall and more bones to break
while one's grinding away at the cartilage slowly
it's a grisly business
but either...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 10:34pm
2nd Feb 2014 10:34pm
Circles
My shirt just hangs
a broken body bends
there's paper and clothes and plaster wrappings
a jiffy bag
nothing inside.
I'll use my new Dictaphone
and see if I can capture for once
all the tiny sounds that scratch at my skull
bring tears to my eyes, then dull
I've become numbing
I can't paint in blood
even if I'm drowning in it
there's water and a paintbrush
but the paint blots
and smudges
its good for nothing
maybe it was better off inside.
This is infinity
boundless, treacherous
endless...
a broken body bends
there's paper and clothes and plaster wrappings
a jiffy bag
nothing inside.
I'll use my new Dictaphone
and see if I can capture for once
all the tiny sounds that scratch at my skull
bring tears to my eyes, then dull
I've become numbing
I can't paint in blood
even if I'm drowning in it
there's water and a paintbrush
but the paint blots
and smudges
its good for nothing
maybe it was better off inside.
This is infinity
boundless, treacherous
endless...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 10:52pm
15th Jan 2014 10:52pm
Never known this before
There's nothing to say what can I tell you
that I didn't already wish you knew
nothing great here
I'm feeling everything and it all hurts
there's no respite from thoughts
just guilt
which turns to hating yourself
and loving the parts of you that hate yourself because you know that they're all so lonely.
Everything I had that could have killed me
has turned all at once
and clearly there was a jam or everything got stuck
somewhere
because this equilibrium
isn't fun
and I'm hanging in ways I've never known
and never wanted to...
that I didn't already wish you knew
nothing great here
I'm feeling everything and it all hurts
there's no respite from thoughts
just guilt
which turns to hating yourself
and loving the parts of you that hate yourself because you know that they're all so lonely.
Everything I had that could have killed me
has turned all at once
and clearly there was a jam or everything got stuck
somewhere
because this equilibrium
isn't fun
and I'm hanging in ways I've never known
and never wanted to...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 10:52pm
17th Dec 2013 10:52pm
Don't tempt me I'm already shaking
"I need you to keep myself vaguely anything
whereas you're vaguely whole anyway"
Did you misread or I misinterpret
there's soars on my back and eyes on my feet
except the likelihood remains
it's an itchy kick from five thousand thoughts
sitting inside
tiny knives
looking to open me up from the inside
succeeding evermore there's a gap full of fairy dust
or dust all the same
but it must be magic
as I only occasionally feel pain
concepts sliding down my throat on scrubbing brushes and scouring pads
my words get...
whereas you're vaguely whole anyway"
Did you misread or I misinterpret
there's soars on my back and eyes on my feet
except the likelihood remains
it's an itchy kick from five thousand thoughts
sitting inside
tiny knives
looking to open me up from the inside
succeeding evermore there's a gap full of fairy dust
or dust all the same
but it must be magic
as I only occasionally feel pain
concepts sliding down my throat on scrubbing brushes and scouring pads
my words get...
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