Submissions by Bl_nk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2021 8:08am
22nd Jul 2021 8:08am
Tonight
As the night sky intertwines with the cold, the lights starts to dance throughout the city like fireflies, only shining momentarily, following the lead of time, as it gradually tiptoes onwards. And yet as the lights fade, a certain type of calmness befalls my mind.
As I sit, outside, with the cold as a blanket, I sense an overwhelming peace, knowing that the colder it gets, life surrounding me retreats away, and slowly loneliness will keep me company, along with nostalgia replaying short flickers of home.
And as I sink deeper into the night, my mind dawdles along with...
As I sit, outside, with the cold as a blanket, I sense an overwhelming peace, knowing that the colder it gets, life surrounding me retreats away, and slowly loneliness will keep me company, along with nostalgia replaying short flickers of home.
And as I sink deeper into the night, my mind dawdles along with...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jul 2019 7:18pm
14th Jul 2019 7:18pm
Contradiction:
I think the sky is falling down. As I struggle under the weight I thought to myself, I think the sky has fallen down. It has to be the sky ... it has to be ... right? The crushing weight it has, got me surrendering my movements, crushed under the pressure as if it’s the bottom of the ocean, I think I’m on the ocean floor. Or is it the sky that has crushed me?
My thoughts hindering my movements, pulling me down like anchors, with doubts having me second guessing everything, unable to come to a decision. My mind, is defined as: contradiction ... I think the ocean has fallen on me...
My thoughts hindering my movements, pulling me down like anchors, with doubts having me second guessing everything, unable to come to a decision. My mind, is defined as: contradiction ... I think the ocean has fallen on me...
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost #emptiness
#FeelingLost #emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2018 9:48pm
18th Dec 2018 9:48pm
How many more nights?
Will this feeling ever end? ... as lights danced around the room, from the flickering candle, taunting me as if they are saying, “Hah, here you are again, sitting alone, no one around to share your thoughts with, just you” ... How many more lonely nights? How many more sleepless ones? How many more nights just like this one ...
As my mind races through the night, I wonder if others desire company as much as I do ... Sitting alone, looking at the moon and imagining what it would feel like to have someone there with me, we don’t have to talk, we could just be there, be in each...
As my mind races through the night, I wonder if others desire company as much as I do ... Sitting alone, looking at the moon and imagining what it would feel like to have someone there with me, we don’t have to talk, we could just be there, be in each...
#loneliness
#insomnia
#confusion
462 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Sep 2018 7:37pm
30th Sep 2018 7:37pm
An apology ...
I apologize for having this feeling, I’m sorry for loving you ... I know it won’t work out, and it hurts me knowing that I won’t ever be someone you want. No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I won’t be the one you want. I’ll be hurting here, and I’m fine with that, see as long as you are smiling I’m fine with anything, I’ll say I’m fine and go on with my day like I didn’t take 3 to the chest and 1 to the neck.
And with that, I leave you, because I don’t want to cause pain, and seeing you happy is enough for me. As I walk away 1 more shot rings out, hits me between the...
And with that, I leave you, because I don’t want to cause pain, and seeing you happy is enough for me. As I walk away 1 more shot rings out, hits me between the...
#rejection
449 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2018 7:00pm
5th Feb 2018 7:00pm
It's Been a While
It' Been a While:
Around this time, three years ago, I sat under the shadow of the moon and pondered loudly to the empty space around me, if you had the same painful longing feeling for me as I ... felt for you.
That night, the clouds replaced the sky and mirrored what I what I felt, but unable to show. As water hung in the clouds, so did my tears, holding on in fear of what would happen if they would drop.
As one slide silently down, the clouds copied, sending gentle sadness down to mimic my feelings. I sat and watched it come down, the core inside me...
Around this time, three years ago, I sat under the shadow of the moon and pondered loudly to the empty space around me, if you had the same painful longing feeling for me as I ... felt for you.
That night, the clouds replaced the sky and mirrored what I what I felt, but unable to show. As water hung in the clouds, so did my tears, holding on in fear of what would happen if they would drop.
As one slide silently down, the clouds copied, sending gentle sadness down to mimic my feelings. I sat and watched it come down, the core inside me...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Sep 2017 7:29am
23rd Sep 2017 7:29am
The Marks You Made ...
You scrawl your mark on the paper as you do on your own skin ... Marking the times of pain and emptiness ... Pen or knife, all danced to the same tune your heart plays out and your soul harmonizing along ... The paper for stories and the skin for memories ... Each marking down a certain time or place your mind and your feeling is in. Each stroke has a story, a plot and a reason but hopefully it won't be the end. I can't speak for everybody, maybe to a selected few or maybe even none ... I hope the words I put down, can be related to so you know you are not alone.
#hope
#dark
#shadows #WritingPoetry
#shadows #WritingPoetry
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Sep 2017 3:14am
19th Sep 2017 3:14am
The Melancholic tune of the writer ...
The writer holds a pen close to the heart as any other musicians do with their instrument. When the night gets lonely ... and the world is too much to bear, your soul screaming out in silence. Your heart grabs the pen ... the curtain calls ... the stars is your audience and the world your stage. Word by word, you write them out, injecting each with sorrow from the inside of you so that the galaxy would feel it too. Let them experience and feel it. Just let it play, Let the tunes of melancholy be played ... Let it radiate from you and allow it to flow out into words because this is the least...
#PopCulture
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2017 8:49am
30th Aug 2017 8:49am
Under the Knife 2 ...
Let it rain ... let it cleanse you of the blood that you spilt out of you. Snaking down your arm towards the blade you held so dearly. You start to lose grip of reality, of what being loved felt like. What warmth was. With each mark, you get to know it better. With each stroke you get closer. Sooner or later you felt the warmth of your life ... channeling down and into your hand connecting with the blade, mistaking it for the warmth of love as you become transfixed with it.
#dark
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Aug 2017 4:36pm
27th Aug 2017 4:36pm
Mask
Tears formed ... streamed down ... this, the symbol of sorrow, a sign of sadness when the words get caught and tangled with the overwhelming emotions ... when your words fail you, your body starts to show ... Emotions are just emotions. They exist within in us ... Their only language is the actions portrayed by you, and through the many faces you make. Some, however, could stick something else on ... A mask if you may, to deceive and pretend like nothing is happening ...
#conflict
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 8:52am
24th Aug 2017 8:52am
On the way ...
As you are held down by life, the road calls to you. You have been away, been away for far too long. Calling out from below your window, throwing small stones at your window is the road, assisted by the wind to pick up a few stones trying to get your attention. Just so you can turn your head around and get back on the road. On the road that you used to travel. The road that made you feel alive. The road that knows the many stories you don't share, the stories that you hold dear to heart that ha never been shared. The adventure where you are accompanied by your shadow, and nothing else but...
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 9:40am
23rd Aug 2017 9:40am
Under the knife
You've cried your eyes out. As you squeeze every feeling that is inside of you, so you can mold it into tears just so they can express what you couldn't do with words. They imitate a small stream, it begins to meander, creating different channels on your face, as they flow down, drenching the paper in front of you. The damage your tears cause, reflect the pain coursing through you. Your hands, they tremble and shake. Unable to finish the letter you were suppose to write. Forming lines that can't be deciphered on the paper as it mixes with your emotions ... you messed up ... trying to write on...
#sadness
#dark
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2017 3:33am
19th Aug 2017 3:33am
Would you?
Would you do it ... Are you willing to do it ... What would any of you be willing to do, hmm? Me? I'd sail through the seas, to the end of the Earth and beyond ... I'd face the impossible, shout out silence and set foot at the world's end, but could you say the same for you? The storm rages on ... The wind, wailing ... Like an innocent soul being stripped and cut into slowly ... Screaming out prayers for anyone or anything to help ... The rain streaks down my cheeks, crying for me since I'm reserving it for a more special occasion ... And on I will fight ... My Mea Culpa ...
#PopCulture
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