Submissions by Black_Rabbit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2020 3:59pm
23rd Jul 2020 3:59pm
Friendship
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth the trouble.
A relationship that is a constant struggle.
I’m told that the past and memories become more prominent over the years, but the odds stacked against me feels far from fair.
The anxieties...the insecurities...the guilt eating away at my very essence.
Regret grows and burns within me as sometimes I wish I never even had a story to tell.
Sometimes that voice in my head tells me of harrowing sorrows that far outweigh my happiness both then and now.
Wouldn’t it be great if I could just wipe it clean and start...
A relationship that is a constant struggle.
I’m told that the past and memories become more prominent over the years, but the odds stacked against me feels far from fair.
The anxieties...the insecurities...the guilt eating away at my very essence.
Regret grows and burns within me as sometimes I wish I never even had a story to tell.
Sometimes that voice in my head tells me of harrowing sorrows that far outweigh my happiness both then and now.
Wouldn’t it be great if I could just wipe it clean and start...
#anxiety
#depression
#suffering
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 3:44am
11th Jun 2020 3:44am
9:23AM
It’s 8AM and my mind has been constantly teetering on the edge of dreams and unrest.
It’s 8AM and my eyelids shutter closed to shield my eyes from the might of day, only to blearily open again.
It’s 8AM and I’ve stayed awake for many nights, watching the sunlight bleed through so-called “blackout” curtains.
I’ve witnessed the cycles for over a month now, and yet I have seen no sunrise.
I lock myself inside of these walls as my inner conflict begins to swell and stack it’s walls just as high—no higher.
For the first time in my life the extroverted are just...
It’s 8AM and my eyelids shutter closed to shield my eyes from the might of day, only to blearily open again.
It’s 8AM and I’ve stayed awake for many nights, watching the sunlight bleed through so-called “blackout” curtains.
I’ve witnessed the cycles for over a month now, and yet I have seen no sunrise.
I lock myself inside of these walls as my inner conflict begins to swell and stack it’s walls just as high—no higher.
For the first time in my life the extroverted are just...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#sleep
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2020 11:13am
5th May 2020 11:13am
The Past
There are times when I wish to connect with my past self.
Visions of staying up late into the night...a flashing screen reflecting off of the glass before my eyes.
Nostalgia and not wanting to age is something I often intertwine.
I sometimes feel content in this world I’m living in, most times not.
Nothing feels like enough.
Things don’t feel...quite right.
It’s like this…this void won’t recover from what was taken from it.
The ebb and flow of so much rage within such.a small.child.
No.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
The...
Visions of staying up late into the night...a flashing screen reflecting off of the glass before my eyes.
Nostalgia and not wanting to age is something I often intertwine.
I sometimes feel content in this world I’m living in, most times not.
Nothing feels like enough.
Things don’t feel...quite right.
It’s like this…this void won’t recover from what was taken from it.
The ebb and flow of so much rage within such.a small.child.
No.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
The...
#childhood
#frustration
#nostalgia #emptiness
#nostalgia #emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2016 5:32am
17th Nov 2016 5:32am
Captivating
I'm trying so hard not to get too attached,
but darling you're making it so hard.
I find myself thinking of and missing you often.
My heart grows fonder anytime I so much as see your name.
You're quiet, just like me...
and honestly, that scares me sometimes...
because I always know want say to what to-
Shit.
I always want to know what to say...
and I always want to say it well.
I want to experience so much with you...
but right now the most exciting thing in the world to me is getting to hold your hand..or cuddling up to you.. or even just catching...
but darling you're making it so hard.
I find myself thinking of and missing you often.
My heart grows fonder anytime I so much as see your name.
You're quiet, just like me...
and honestly, that scares me sometimes...
because I always know want say to what to-
Shit.
I always want to know what to say...
and I always want to say it well.
I want to experience so much with you...
but right now the most exciting thing in the world to me is getting to hold your hand..or cuddling up to you.. or even just catching...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 11:30pm
15th Nov 2016 11:30pm
Concentrate
Anatomy and Physiology...
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate-
...given the many vital activities of the liver, we should express our feelings for others by saying,
“I love you with all my liver” instead of “with all my heart.”(Table 7-1).
I imagine myself relaying this funny information to you, and basking in the radiance of your smile-
No- concentrate.
It's so hard when all I wanna do is think of you.
I've just about figured it out-
Every other breath I take,
any kind of thought I make is consumed by everything that is you.
The Sympathetic...
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate-
...given the many vital activities of the liver, we should express our feelings for others by saying,
“I love you with all my liver” instead of “with all my heart.”(Table 7-1).
I imagine myself relaying this funny information to you, and basking in the radiance of your smile-
No- concentrate.
It's so hard when all I wanna do is think of you.
I've just about figured it out-
Every other breath I take,
any kind of thought I make is consumed by everything that is you.
The Sympathetic...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 11:28pm
15th Nov 2016 11:28pm
New Romance
I keep finding myself coming back to this notepad,
hoping to write something entirely new and full of romance for you.
There just seems to be so much trouble in putting my feelings into words.
I want my emotions to bleed out onto this paper.
Ink, red, the color of the fabled string of fate-
Ours, I believe, has been discovered and intertwined.
Such a delicate thing,
What a terrifyingly beautiful thin line that we tug on.
As we take cautious steps across it, we explore our new world together.
Light brushing of cautious lips,
their corners turning...
hoping to write something entirely new and full of romance for you.
There just seems to be so much trouble in putting my feelings into words.
I want my emotions to bleed out onto this paper.
Ink, red, the color of the fabled string of fate-
Ours, I believe, has been discovered and intertwined.
Such a delicate thing,
What a terrifyingly beautiful thin line that we tug on.
As we take cautious steps across it, we explore our new world together.
Light brushing of cautious lips,
their corners turning...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Sep 2016 6:26pm
29th Sep 2016 6:26pm
Bad Habits
I don't know why I felt so strongly the desire to hold on.
It's funny how quickly you seem to have forgotten me...
just like hidden messages on wax paper...
but you know what?
It's okay.
I don't know why I held on anyway.
I'll just as easily forget the way your hand felt in mine and how our lips seemed to touch so perfectly...
all of it was fake in the first place-you know what?
I'll just stop here.
I've got a bad habit of wasting my time.
It's funny how quickly you seem to have forgotten me...
just like hidden messages on wax paper...
but you know what?
It's okay.
I don't know why I held on anyway.
I'll just as easily forget the way your hand felt in mine and how our lips seemed to touch so perfectly...
all of it was fake in the first place-you know what?
I'll just stop here.
I've got a bad habit of wasting my time.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2016 7:49pm
5th Sep 2016 7:49pm
My love, my storm
Your presence calms me like April showers..
.. I've always loved the rain..
Like you, it can be gentle.. each drop frames my face and reminds me of the gentle caress of your hands on my cheek bones..
..they travel down my jawline.
Like you, it can be angry.. and consumed by turmoil as it crashes furiously down on me like it would against fragile glass. Your eyes.. oh your eyes speak far more words in silence than your lips ever could, as they are able to take the form of whatever you are experiencing on any day- When you are sad they speak of your sorrows.. and when you are...
.. I've always loved the rain..
Like you, it can be gentle.. each drop frames my face and reminds me of the gentle caress of your hands on my cheek bones..
..they travel down my jawline.
Like you, it can be angry.. and consumed by turmoil as it crashes furiously down on me like it would against fragile glass. Your eyes.. oh your eyes speak far more words in silence than your lips ever could, as they are able to take the form of whatever you are experiencing on any day- When you are sad they speak of your sorrows.. and when you are...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Sep 2016 7:14pm
4th Sep 2016 7:14pm
Push and Pull
To be able to feel the pull of your hand behind my neck,
the pressure of soft voiced lips against my own.
Whisper to me your deepest secrets, speak to me in tongues.
Smooth skin on skin, fingers pulling static when brushing lightly across bone..further..further.
Bated breath of anticipation, and maybe a little bit of fear.
Hearts rumble inside of chests, wracking flushed bodies like a thunderstorm does a room.
Exploration of taste, smell, and a new world altogether.
Barely audible words from all directions, an overload of sensation.
A push, and a pull...
the pressure of soft voiced lips against my own.
Whisper to me your deepest secrets, speak to me in tongues.
Smooth skin on skin, fingers pulling static when brushing lightly across bone..further..further.
Bated breath of anticipation, and maybe a little bit of fear.
Hearts rumble inside of chests, wracking flushed bodies like a thunderstorm does a room.
Exploration of taste, smell, and a new world altogether.
Barely audible words from all directions, an overload of sensation.
A push, and a pull...
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