Submissions by 3Y3S-THVT-S33 (Electra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 7:46pm
1st Jan 2025 7:46pm
Ghost
I thought I would have to hide my scars,
But they shine in broad daylight, and still, nobody sees them.
It's as if I am a ghost.
I stand in front of a people,
My shattered frame's fragments piercing those who stand closely,
Yet they still say I am not broken.
I starve,
But they don't see my ribcage.
I kill,
But they don't see the blood.
I sob,
But they don't see the bloodshot eyes.
I lie,
And they believe me too well.
I tell you,
I am a ghost,
For a thousand hands have been pushed through me,
Yet no one can...
But they shine in broad daylight, and still, nobody sees them.
It's as if I am a ghost.
I stand in front of a people,
My shattered frame's fragments piercing those who stand closely,
Yet they still say I am not broken.
I starve,
But they don't see my ribcage.
I kill,
But they don't see the blood.
I sob,
But they don't see the bloodshot eyes.
I lie,
And they believe me too well.
I tell you,
I am a ghost,
For a thousand hands have been pushed through me,
Yet no one can...
#emptiness
#ignorance
#loneliness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 11:27am
1st Jan 2025 11:27am
Mourning the mornings.
Every morning, I wake up, I wish I weren't in this place.
Every morning, I wake up, I wish I wasn't this way.
Every morning, I wake up, with the same old rage and pain.
Every morning, I wake up, and I feel just the same.
Every morning, I wake up, until the mornings no longer came.
Every morning, I wake up, I wish I wasn't this way.
Every morning, I wake up, with the same old rage and pain.
Every morning, I wake up, and I feel just the same.
Every morning, I wake up, until the mornings no longer came.
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
Preacher.
Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
#disappointment
#hate
#religion
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 3:13am
1st Jan 2025 3:13am
Angry Little Child
Anger holds me like the ribcage holds the heart,
Like the vines strangle the trees,
Like the prison suffocates the sinner,
Like the conscience that eats at the guilty,
Like the banks enslave the river.
Taunting me to defeat,
Choking me till I can't breathe.
Like the vines strangle the trees,
Like the prison suffocates the sinner,
Like the conscience that eats at the guilty,
Like the banks enslave the river.
Taunting me to defeat,
Choking me till I can't breathe.
#anger
#frustration
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 2:16am
1st Jan 2025 2:16am
No Title.
On the days the sun shines,
That's when I want to die.
I've always been this way,
I've always thought of suicide.
There's something wrong with me,
I just don't know why.
My parents say I had a good life,
And that they're great, but still I,
Hide my cold gaze behind soft lies, I,
Have no reason to cry, right? So, I lie,
To the monster in the reflection,
I say it's all fine.
Keep wearing your disguise.
This ache I feel. It isn't mine. You're fine.
It's just some easy little acting.
Remember your lines,
I'm. Fine.
That's when I want to die.
I've always been this way,
I've always thought of suicide.
There's something wrong with me,
I just don't know why.
My parents say I had a good life,
And that they're great, but still I,
Hide my cold gaze behind soft lies, I,
Have no reason to cry, right? So, I lie,
To the monster in the reflection,
I say it's all fine.
Keep wearing your disguise.
This ache I feel. It isn't mine. You're fine.
It's just some easy little acting.
Remember your lines,
I'm. Fine.
#dark
#emptiness
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
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