Submissions by Daffodil32
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2018 6:10pm
18th Jun 2018 6:10pm
the rumbling ground underfoot
the ground is shaking and i don't know why
all of a sudden there is a rumble and a angry sigh
i think the ground is trying to speak to me
gurgling and spluttering
bouncing and shaking
annoying my tender feet
i thought i was stable, grounded and safe
so why is the ground speaking to me?
signalling a sign of my instability
maybe i'm not safe afterall, maybe this is a warning
a warning that i should leave
before the ground breaks up
and i fall underground
maybe i need to step away before it is too late
i am trying...
all of a sudden there is a rumble and a angry sigh
i think the ground is trying to speak to me
gurgling and spluttering
bouncing and shaking
annoying my tender feet
i thought i was stable, grounded and safe
so why is the ground speaking to me?
signalling a sign of my instability
maybe i'm not safe afterall, maybe this is a warning
a warning that i should leave
before the ground breaks up
and i fall underground
maybe i need to step away before it is too late
i am trying...
#LifeStruggles
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2018 11:44pm
16th Jun 2018 11:44pm
the winters wind needs a new home
a winter's wind is loud and cold,she shouts
speaking pushy words, circling confidently through the air
they walk the dreary pavements aching to be in their warm hole
whilst she craves a coat for her chilled skin
the winters wind has a bitter impact on those walking the dreary streets
everyone is tired, the wind is too much, she is echoeing energetically
making a statement, trying to tell words through her gusty manner
maybe she is speaking of discontent , unhappiness
a bitter cold is perhaps running through her veins
sad shame when...
speaking pushy words, circling confidently through the air
they walk the dreary pavements aching to be in their warm hole
whilst she craves a coat for her chilled skin
the winters wind has a bitter impact on those walking the dreary streets
everyone is tired, the wind is too much, she is echoeing energetically
making a statement, trying to tell words through her gusty manner
maybe she is speaking of discontent , unhappiness
a bitter cold is perhaps running through her veins
sad shame when...
#strength
#loneliness
#sky
#winter
#wind
456 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2018 7:07pm
15th Jun 2018 7:07pm
stupid feelings, stupid mental illness
down , down , down
down in the flipping hole again
depressed, sad, deflated
damn bloody fed up of it all
this stupid mental illness
my stupid flipping feelings
won't let me feel how i want to feel
sitting in my bedroom disconnected from myself
tired, tired of this stupid illness and my stupid mind
which i have to live with even if i don't want to
tears are welling up in my mind , sad , lonely , tired of my mind
a messed up mind , a traumatised shell
trauma , trauma , trauma, has life not got more to offer me ?
because thats all...
down in the flipping hole again
depressed, sad, deflated
damn bloody fed up of it all
this stupid mental illness
my stupid flipping feelings
won't let me feel how i want to feel
sitting in my bedroom disconnected from myself
tired, tired of this stupid illness and my stupid mind
which i have to live with even if i don't want to
tears are welling up in my mind , sad , lonely , tired of my mind
a messed up mind , a traumatised shell
trauma , trauma , trauma, has life not got more to offer me ?
because thats all...
#sadness
#confusion
#suffering
#emptiness
#emotional
644 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2018 9:49am
15th Jun 2018 9:49am
lying hands and well intentioned fingertips
I am the moon
sometimes i think of myself as a white rose bud
amidst a ever expansive sky
a splattering of black paint around my centre
and i am lost
standing forwards yet pulled backwards
there are hands against my silk back
which gently stop me from bumping backwards
and they never let go
I can feel a slight tug behind the tip of my stem
and i know i should turn around
now overwhelmed
black paint splatters from the tip of a paintbrush
everything intentionally made of the colour black
the palm lingering, holding me in...
sometimes i think of myself as a white rose bud
amidst a ever expansive sky
a splattering of black paint around my centre
and i am lost
standing forwards yet pulled backwards
there are hands against my silk back
which gently stop me from bumping backwards
and they never let go
I can feel a slight tug behind the tip of my stem
and i know i should turn around
now overwhelmed
black paint splatters from the tip of a paintbrush
everything intentionally made of the colour black
the palm lingering, holding me in...
#loneliness
#dark
#moon
549 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2018 9:39am
15th Jun 2018 9:39am
the inconsideration of some people
seriously , the inconsideration of some people
do they realise what they do
do they even care?
a scraping noise against your wall
ongoing for more then two hours
in the evening when i just wanted peace
housework going on until half ten in the evening
repeated annoying noises behind your wall
housework, fine? for three hours in the evening
until half ten , seriously somehow rude
what a time to pick to do housework
when you've had all day to make such a noise
are some people stupid , do they even think or consider?
maybe...
do they realise what they do
do they even care?
a scraping noise against your wall
ongoing for more then two hours
in the evening when i just wanted peace
housework going on until half ten in the evening
repeated annoying noises behind your wall
housework, fine? for three hours in the evening
until half ten , seriously somehow rude
what a time to pick to do housework
when you've had all day to make such a noise
are some people stupid , do they even think or consider?
maybe...
#humankind
522 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2018 10:10am
13th Jun 2018 10:10am
the traumatised tree
To speak of my trauma is to tell the tale of me
but I refuse to speak of me combined with the past
so instead, I will pretend and tell you a tale about a tree
grown up from a seed, rooted into a square segment
determined by someone else
she never had a choice about her place in the world
the world around her seemed cold and indifferent
the sun may have been shining but she was never lifted off her feet
her branches never swayed or danced in the beautiful breeze
and the birds only lingered on her branches for a few seconds
quite keen to run...
but I refuse to speak of me combined with the past
so instead, I will pretend and tell you a tale about a tree
grown up from a seed, rooted into a square segment
determined by someone else
she never had a choice about her place in the world
the world around her seemed cold and indifferent
the sun may have been shining but she was never lifted off her feet
her branches never swayed or danced in the beautiful breeze
and the birds only lingered on her branches for a few seconds
quite keen to run...
#sadness
#trees
#confusion #despair
#confusion #despair
575 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2018 4:29pm
12th Jun 2018 4:29pm
the orange character in the sky
orange, a warm character in the summers sky
smiles proudly with nothing but light to give to the world
bold, upright, incapable of falling
everyone respects the beams strong rays
thrown out into the sometimes dark and dreary world
making your day bright, winter's bleak sky a sad comparison
filling our eyes with dreary gloom and despair
in a house on a winter's day we can bring light into our world
on the wick of a candle , comforting our minds
our sad hearts, cold hands and feet
dark and depressed, just turn to a candle or a warm soul ...
smiles proudly with nothing but light to give to the world
bold, upright, incapable of falling
everyone respects the beams strong rays
thrown out into the sometimes dark and dreary world
making your day bright, winter's bleak sky a sad comparison
filling our eyes with dreary gloom and despair
in a house on a winter's day we can bring light into our world
on the wick of a candle , comforting our minds
our sad hearts, cold hands and feet
dark and depressed, just turn to a candle or a warm soul ...
#happiness
#kindness
#hope #sun
#hope #sun
581 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2018 9:51pm
10th Jun 2018 9:51pm
insecure me
silence
when i talk of how i feel
sometimes silence
when i've said too many words
when i've opened up too much
the silence starts
i try and talk to people
thinking that maybe they want to talk to me
but then my upsetting words come in
theirs silence from the other end
and thats when the insecurities strikes up
am i speaking too much ?
do i say too many words ?
am i simply too open with people
is it me or is it them
when i talk of how i feel
sometimes silence
when i've said too many words
when i've opened up too much
the silence starts
i try and talk to people
thinking that maybe they want to talk to me
but then my upsetting words come in
theirs silence from the other end
and thats when the insecurities strikes up
am i speaking too much ?
do i say too many words ?
am i simply too open with people
is it me or is it them
#loneliness
#myself
#FeelingLost
521 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2018 8:03pm
10th Jun 2018 8:03pm
a confusing life
why am i waiting
all the time, waiting
this isn't a game, it's my life
you know life,
i'm not in a play, or am i ?
my sense of reality is sometimes shifting
a dazed dream, confusion
is this life or is this a strange dream?
maybe i am asleep and all the events before me
muddled, dreams before my sleepy closed eyes
i struggle to make sense, nothing makes sense
you know that saying, life is to be lived
a stupid saying, everyone always says '' live your life''
life is to be lived, if this is true
why are so many of us...
all the time, waiting
this isn't a game, it's my life
you know life,
i'm not in a play, or am i ?
my sense of reality is sometimes shifting
a dazed dream, confusion
is this life or is this a strange dream?
maybe i am asleep and all the events before me
muddled, dreams before my sleepy closed eyes
i struggle to make sense, nothing makes sense
you know that saying, life is to be lived
a stupid saying, everyone always says '' live your life''
life is to be lived, if this is true
why are so many of us...
#sadness
#confusion
#denial
610 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2018 8:12pm
4th Jun 2018 8:12pm
this lifes a trap
this isn't life
how is this life
i'm confused
life? a weird twisted joke?
life? a cruel trap
how is this even reality
how is this even a nice world
why should be sitting here in a world which hurts
why should i be sitting here in a world which causes me pain
there is no answer
i just have to , i've had to
theres no other reason to my misery
if people were more considerate
if the universe was more considerate
i would not be sitting here hurting this much
would i ?
a person sitting here , hurting
a...
how is this life
i'm confused
life? a weird twisted joke?
life? a cruel trap
how is this even reality
how is this even a nice world
why should be sitting here in a world which hurts
why should i be sitting here in a world which causes me pain
there is no answer
i just have to , i've had to
theres no other reason to my misery
if people were more considerate
if the universe was more considerate
i would not be sitting here hurting this much
would i ?
a person sitting here , hurting
a...
#sadness
#grief
#despair
524 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2018 3:17pm
4th Jun 2018 3:17pm
its simpy unfair
tired, fed up
fed up of being hurt in this life
a life which is mine to live
fed up of feeling like someone abused and attacked
fed up of being isolated
fed up of this house in which i live
tired to the back teeth of life being so incredibly unfair
towards me
a nice person
who deserves a lot more
fed up of being hurt in this life
a life which is mine to live
fed up of feeling like someone abused and attacked
fed up of being isolated
fed up of this house in which i live
tired to the back teeth of life being so incredibly unfair
towards me
a nice person
who deserves a lot more
#sadness
#anger
487 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 10:51am
2nd Jun 2018 10:51am
abused piece of trash
sometimes i feel like an abused piece of trash on the pavement floor
trodden on so much that she doesn't even feel human anymore
she's changed form, animate to inanimate, human to trash
a piece of paper has no feelings so can be disregarded, screwed up,ripped
we do not concern ourselves over a scrunched up piece of paper
there's no need to , but there is a what if attached to this list
what if the paper had feelings, and we knew this with a scientific certainty
it wouldn't matter to the careless uncaring person, the neglecter
all eyes avoiding...
trodden on so much that she doesn't even feel human anymore
she's changed form, animate to inanimate, human to trash
a piece of paper has no feelings so can be disregarded, screwed up,ripped
we do not concern ourselves over a scrunched up piece of paper
there's no need to , but there is a what if attached to this list
what if the paper had feelings, and we knew this with a scientific certainty
it wouldn't matter to the careless uncaring person, the neglecter
all eyes avoiding...
#sadness
#anger
#dark
#abuse
#suffering
692 reads
8 Comments
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