Submissions by Chey (Cheyanne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2022 2:42pm
30th Aug 2022 2:42pm
What if?
What if?
What if I went to make the turn?
What if the car was going faster?
What if she had more injuries?
What if I reacted faster?
What if I would've put it in reverse?
What if there was less of an impact?
What if the kid was in the car?
What if she was trapped?
What if?
What if I went to make the turn?
What if the car was going faster?
What if she had more injuries?
What if I reacted faster?
What if I would've put it in reverse?
What if there was less of an impact?
What if the kid was in the car?
What if she was trapped?
What if?
#cars
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2020 5:21am
25th Dec 2020 5:21am
It's a Thursday
It's a Thursday.
It's a Thursday and you called me crying again.
It's a Thursday and you begged me for a reason to stay alive.
It's a Thursday and you can't control your thoughts.
It's a Thursday and you are shaking.
It's a Thursday and you haven't been able to catch your breath.
It's a Thursday and your flash backs are happening again.
It's a Thursday and you can't find your smile.
It's a Thursday and you haven't slept in 4 days.
It's a Thursday and you can't find a reason to live.
It's a Thursday and you don't know what to do...
It's a Thursday and you called me crying again.
It's a Thursday and you begged me for a reason to stay alive.
It's a Thursday and you can't control your thoughts.
It's a Thursday and you are shaking.
It's a Thursday and you haven't been able to catch your breath.
It's a Thursday and your flash backs are happening again.
It's a Thursday and you can't find your smile.
It's a Thursday and you haven't slept in 4 days.
It's a Thursday and you can't find a reason to live.
It's a Thursday and you don't know what to do...
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2020 5:17am
10th Sep 2020 5:17am
35 Days...
It's been 35 days since you've been gone.
It's been 35 days since you took your last breath.
It's been 35 days since you spoke your last words.
It's been 35 days since you've seen your family last.
It's been 35 days since you ate your last meal.
It's been 35 days since you said goodbye.
It's been 35 days since you told your family you loved them.
It's been 35 days since you took your life.
It's been 35 days and it still feels like it's day one.
It's been 35 days since you took your last breath.
It's been 35 days since you spoke your last words.
It's been 35 days since you've seen your family last.
It's been 35 days since you ate your last meal.
It's been 35 days since you said goodbye.
It's been 35 days since you told your family you loved them.
It's been 35 days since you took your life.
It's been 35 days and it still feels like it's day one.
#suicide
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Sep 2020 10:17pm
9th Sep 2020 10:17pm
Childish
Don’t call me childish when I’ve had a job since I was 16.
Don’t call me childish when I pay all my bills on time.
Don’t call me childish when my life is more together than yours.
Don’t call me childish when you can’t even put dirty dishes in a dishwasher.
Don’t call me childish when you throw a fit when you don’t get your way.
Don’t call me childish because at least I have a steady job.
Don’t call me childish because at least I know how to put dishes in a dishwasher.
Don’t call me childish because at least I don’t spend all my money on drugs.
...
Don’t call me childish when I pay all my bills on time.
Don’t call me childish when my life is more together than yours.
Don’t call me childish when you can’t even put dirty dishes in a dishwasher.
Don’t call me childish when you throw a fit when you don’t get your way.
Don’t call me childish because at least I have a steady job.
Don’t call me childish because at least I know how to put dishes in a dishwasher.
Don’t call me childish because at least I don’t spend all my money on drugs.
...
#anger
#friendship
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 6:22pm
16th Aug 2020 6:22pm
Healing
Healing scares me.
Healing scares me because I don’t know how to live without my trauma.
Healing scares me because I don’t know who I truly am without my trauma.
Healing scares me because I’m scared of who I’ll become.
Healing scares me because there is no greater fear than dealing with your past.
Healing scares me because I don’t know if I’m ready to heal.
Healing scares me because I can’t see past my trauma.
Healing scares me because I truly don’t know what real healing looks like.
Healing scares me.
Healing scares me because I don’t know how to live without my trauma.
Healing scares me because I don’t know who I truly am without my trauma.
Healing scares me because I’m scared of who I’ll become.
Healing scares me because there is no greater fear than dealing with your past.
Healing scares me because I don’t know if I’m ready to heal.
Healing scares me because I can’t see past my trauma.
Healing scares me because I truly don’t know what real healing looks like.
Healing scares me.
#anxiety
#suffering
#healing
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Aug 2020 11:58pm
15th Aug 2020 11:58pm
August 5th, 2020
On August 5th, 2020, you took your life.
It's been exactly 10 days.
10 days ago you took your last breath.
10 days ago you spoke for the last time.
10 days ago you told your family that you loved them for the last time.
10 days ago you ate your last meal. (Man I hope it was a good one.)
10 days ago you told your sister (bestfriend) that you loved her.
10 days ago you were found by your family.
10 days ago when you took your last breath everything turned upside down.
On August 5th, 2020, you took your life.
On August 5th, 2020 we lost...
It's been exactly 10 days.
10 days ago you took your last breath.
10 days ago you spoke for the last time.
10 days ago you told your family that you loved them for the last time.
10 days ago you ate your last meal. (Man I hope it was a good one.)
10 days ago you told your sister (bestfriend) that you loved her.
10 days ago you were found by your family.
10 days ago when you took your last breath everything turned upside down.
On August 5th, 2020, you took your life.
On August 5th, 2020 we lost...
#suicide
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2020 5:50am
7th Aug 2020 5:50am
Rest Easy...
Hold on.
Stop.
This can't be real.
You were only 16 years old.
You had some much life ahead of you.
No this isn't real.
Hold on.
Stop.
It's fucking real isn't it?
Just like that you are gone.
You took your life on August 5th, 2020.
Forever in our hearts.
Rest Easy.
Stop.
This can't be real.
You were only 16 years old.
You had some much life ahead of you.
No this isn't real.
Hold on.
Stop.
It's fucking real isn't it?
Just like that you are gone.
You took your life on August 5th, 2020.
Forever in our hearts.
Rest Easy.
#suicide
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2020 4:23am
26th May 2020 4:23am
Depression
I've been "okay", for a while now.
But here I am crying to a song because it reminds me of my dead friend.
I've been "great", for a while now.
But here I am trying to just wake up in the morning, some days wishing I didn't wake up.
I've been "fantastic", for a while now.
But here I am falling back into my old habits.
I've been "not feeling any anxiety", for a while now.
But here I am back to constantly fidgeting with something.
I've been "not feeling any bouts of depression", for a while now.
But here I am trying to shove as many anti...
But here I am crying to a song because it reminds me of my dead friend.
I've been "great", for a while now.
But here I am trying to just wake up in the morning, some days wishing I didn't wake up.
I've been "fantastic", for a while now.
But here I am falling back into my old habits.
I've been "not feeling any anxiety", for a while now.
But here I am back to constantly fidgeting with something.
I've been "not feeling any bouts of depression", for a while now.
But here I am trying to shove as many anti...
#anxiety
#depression
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Aug 2019 6:14am
6th Aug 2019 6:14am
Dead
I just saw you less than a week ago.
When I hugged you, I didn't know that was going to be the last time.
When I said I loved you, I didn't know it was going to be the last time.
I'm sitting here hoping that this is all a nightmare.
It has to be a nightmare right?
I've woken up for the last three days and it's still true.
You're still gone.
You're still dead.
Your smile is gone.
Your voice is gone.
I can't fucking breathe.
I can't fucking think.
I can't fucking function.
I can't even hear your name without...
When I hugged you, I didn't know that was going to be the last time.
When I said I loved you, I didn't know it was going to be the last time.
I'm sitting here hoping that this is all a nightmare.
It has to be a nightmare right?
I've woken up for the last three days and it's still true.
You're still gone.
You're still dead.
Your smile is gone.
Your voice is gone.
I can't fucking breathe.
I can't fucking think.
I can't fucking function.
I can't even hear your name without...
#friendship
#death
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2018 4:18am
3rd Nov 2018 4:18am
Father
Father,
You were suppose to be my greatest protector,
Now you’re my greatest fear.
You were suppose to show me love,
Now you’re showing me hate.
You were suppose to always care for me,
Now you’re never there.
You were suppose to be my shoulder to cry on,
Now you’re the reason I’m crying.
You were suppose to fight for me,
Now you’re the reason I’m fighting men.
You were suppose to walk me down the aisle,
Now you’re not invited.
You were suppose to be my greatest protector,
Now you’re my greatest fear.
You were suppose to be my greatest protector,
Now you’re my greatest fear.
You were suppose to show me love,
Now you’re showing me hate.
You were suppose to always care for me,
Now you’re never there.
You were suppose to be my shoulder to cry on,
Now you’re the reason I’m crying.
You were suppose to fight for me,
Now you’re the reason I’m fighting men.
You were suppose to walk me down the aisle,
Now you’re not invited.
You were suppose to be my greatest protector,
Now you’re my greatest fear.
#father
#abuse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2018 7:20am
17th Oct 2018 7:20am
Help
You came home again and started beating me.
I'm begging you to stop.
I reached for my phone,
Trying to call for help.
You stop beating me when there is too much blood on my face.
I lay there crying and shaking.
You smashed my phone,
That was the only way I could call for help.
You throw a towel at me and scream at me for crying.
I hope that my kids can't hear you yelling at me.
You walk around me like I'm a dead puppy.
I can tell you don't know what to do now,
I can see the worry on your face.
You look down at me,...
I'm begging you to stop.
I reached for my phone,
Trying to call for help.
You stop beating me when there is too much blood on my face.
I lay there crying and shaking.
You smashed my phone,
That was the only way I could call for help.
You throw a towel at me and scream at me for crying.
I hope that my kids can't hear you yelling at me.
You walk around me like I'm a dead puppy.
I can tell you don't know what to do now,
I can see the worry on your face.
You look down at me,...
#marriage
#heartbroken
#abuse #MeToo
#abuse #MeToo
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2018 6:27am
15th Oct 2018 6:27am
Abuse
You come home from work just to scream at me.
You stand there looking at me with such hatred.
You look at our children like they mean nothing to you.
You criticize every move I make.
You constantly track my location, because I have to be "cheating", right?
You are always drinking and spending all of our money.
You limit the amount of time I spend outside of the house.
You constantly make fun of my body and my looks.
You hit me when I don't give you what you want, when you want.
You leave bruises that I have to make stories about, because...
You stand there looking at me with such hatred.
You look at our children like they mean nothing to you.
You criticize every move I make.
You constantly track my location, because I have to be "cheating", right?
You are always drinking and spending all of our money.
You limit the amount of time I spend outside of the house.
You constantly make fun of my body and my looks.
You hit me when I don't give you what you want, when you want.
You leave bruises that I have to make stories about, because...
#relationships
#conflict
#abuse #hell
#abuse #hell
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