Submissions by 3Y3S-THVT-S33 (Electra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
I run from gentle hands. II
I run from gentle hands
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
#abuse
#despair
#escape
#lies
#misunderstood
60 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 5:49pm
24th Feb 2025 5:49pm
No Title.
Never been good at breathing
Always felt like you've been drowning
When your arms are the dam to keep the flood waters from breaking
You take meds
But the meds won't fill that hole in your soul
You search for solace in the wrong hands
Stuff all that mess back in your chest
You tell yourself it's for the best
But it's like pumping your body full of lead
Weighing it down
To drown in the flood waters
Always felt like you've been drowning
When your arms are the dam to keep the flood waters from breaking
You take meds
But the meds won't fill that hole in your soul
You search for solace in the wrong hands
Stuff all that mess back in your chest
You tell yourself it's for the best
But it's like pumping your body full of lead
Weighing it down
To drown in the flood waters
#denial
#despair
#drugs
#emptiness
#grief
51 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2025 00:56am
12th Feb 2025 00:56am
It's Always About You
I see demons in the corners of my eyes.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
#death
#depression
#emptiness
#grief
#hurt
71 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
77 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2025 7:39pm
6th Jan 2025 7:39pm
No Title.
"Did I not give all the love that I could give?"
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
#dark
#despair
#grief
#monsters
#SelfHarm
107 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2025 2:12pm
6th Jan 2025 2:12pm
No Title.
So, I take my bones to a dirty grave,
Because maybe dying is better,
Then bleeding in a sweater.
Middle of the summer,
In this hot weather.
Because maybe dying is better,
Then bleeding in a sweater.
Middle of the summer,
In this hot weather.
#dark
#grief
#SelfHarm #summer
#SelfHarm #summer
98 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
No Title.
That little girl's rotting corpse,
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
#childhood
#dark
#despair #grief
#despair #grief
164 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
Methamphetamine
Needles were never meant to pierce your skin.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#grief
#SelfHarm
179 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
No Title.
I don't want anyone to cry for me.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
#anger
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
90 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
87 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:09am
2nd Jan 2025 4:09am
No Title.
I ran from the burning stones,
For it had never felt like home.
I ran till I found a place to lay my bones,
I found a home,
Resting alone,
No light to expose its ruins.
I let my flame touch its torches,
But instead, I set the home on fire,
And as I watched it burn,
The words in my head turned:
Child of ember,
You can never escape the ashes.
For it had never felt like home.
I ran till I found a place to lay my bones,
I found a home,
Resting alone,
No light to expose its ruins.
I let my flame touch its torches,
But instead, I set the home on fire,
And as I watched it burn,
The words in my head turned:
Child of ember,
You can never escape the ashes.
#dark
#death
#denial #fire
#denial #fire
70 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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