Submissions by staryeyed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 2:05pm
16th Feb 2014 2:05pm
Remembering
I don't remember the last time, nor do I remember the first time,
That anyone decided just to be nice to me,
To treat me like a 'princess',
To woo me off my feet,
To make me feel special.
I don't remember ever being bought chocolates, just because someone could.
I don't remember ever being surprised with flowers, just because someone cared.
I don't remember ever being cooked breakfast in bed, just because...
Because... romance is dead, my heart is dead and berried, for many moons.
I tried to give it away again, apparently he does not want to...
That anyone decided just to be nice to me,
To treat me like a 'princess',
To woo me off my feet,
To make me feel special.
I don't remember ever being bought chocolates, just because someone could.
I don't remember ever being surprised with flowers, just because someone cared.
I don't remember ever being cooked breakfast in bed, just because...
Because... romance is dead, my heart is dead and berried, for many moons.
I tried to give it away again, apparently he does not want to...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 10:24pm
9th Feb 2014 10:24pm
Breakfast, Lunch and Afternoon Tea
There is a place, far form where you are standing.
Where the trees are a burnt sorrel and the sky could crash on us all.
Where the dirt sticks to your lung walls and the ash of a thousand well lived dreams are glued to your hair.
There is a place, far form where you are falling,
where you see not only one hand
but many doing the work that one could do.
This is my land, at the moment its hot,
sometimes its cold, Sometimes it even snows
This is our land,
where the vegetation could kill you on any day of the week.
where the wild life (most...
Where the trees are a burnt sorrel and the sky could crash on us all.
Where the dirt sticks to your lung walls and the ash of a thousand well lived dreams are glued to your hair.
There is a place, far form where you are falling,
where you see not only one hand
but many doing the work that one could do.
This is my land, at the moment its hot,
sometimes its cold, Sometimes it even snows
This is our land,
where the vegetation could kill you on any day of the week.
where the wild life (most...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 5:27am
4th Feb 2014 5:27am
The Gorgon & the Key
Open up your eyes, look at my face,
To truely see what is hidden,
You must first gaze apon the sicophantic half truths.
Then the translulant liquid lies that cower beneath my skin.
Rub the lotion in or else they'll find the bruizes again.
The sin of unbridled passion and a bloodied black lust,
There is nothing sweeter then tangeled sheets &
red stained thighs,
Nothing sweeter then the dull ache of past indescretions.
Skull still pounding from the painfully intrusive sun.
Hands shaking ever still, over indulgence, lacklusture...
To truely see what is hidden,
You must first gaze apon the sicophantic half truths.
Then the translulant liquid lies that cower beneath my skin.
Rub the lotion in or else they'll find the bruizes again.
The sin of unbridled passion and a bloodied black lust,
There is nothing sweeter then tangeled sheets &
red stained thighs,
Nothing sweeter then the dull ache of past indescretions.
Skull still pounding from the painfully intrusive sun.
Hands shaking ever still, over indulgence, lacklusture...
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