Submissions by DarkPopPrincess (Princess Alia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer from the grave XXX
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Sep 2024 10:08am
7th Sep 2024 10:08am
It Hurts
I realize that my body dysmorphia is just a distraction.
From all the things that still bother me.
The really important things that kill me deep down inside...
I still love him...
Can you really even learn to un-love someone?
I still wish upon a star that he was the one.
And I still have the deep down part of me that believes he was genuine when saying that if I became homeless, he'd give me a place to stay. Because he cared about his friends.
I know deep down somewhere that I'm not imagining this. Him also asking...
From all the things that still bother me.
The really important things that kill me deep down inside...
I still love him...
Can you really even learn to un-love someone?
I still wish upon a star that he was the one.
And I still have the deep down part of me that believes he was genuine when saying that if I became homeless, he'd give me a place to stay. Because he cared about his friends.
I know deep down somewhere that I'm not imagining this. Him also asking...
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2024 9:35am
7th Sep 2024 9:35am
The Wilted Rose
I am a rose that can no longer stand tall.
A heart no longer beating.
A monitor going black.
The man will always have a piece
Of my heart.
And I will always be wondering
If he has a piece of mine too.
A heart no longer beating.
A monitor going black.
The man will always have a piece
Of my heart.
And I will always be wondering
If he has a piece of mine too.
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not: How does she not believe she's perfect?
Alia Lynch was full of obscenities. After being hit with the non-people pleasing serum, more and more was coming out that JR4 found a lot to handle.
But yet here she was, with that innocent laugh he knew from 8 years ago. With that innocent smile. And that innocent joy that she still had deep within her.
He had to ask himself as he was staring at her in her white undies and pale green T.
He had to ask himself the question that only his head was allowed to contain. Never aloud could these thoughts be made known to her.
"How could someone who...
But yet here she was, with that innocent laugh he knew from 8 years ago. With that innocent smile. And that innocent joy that she still had deep within her.
He had to ask himself as he was staring at her in her white undies and pale green T.
He had to ask himself the question that only his head was allowed to contain. Never aloud could these thoughts be made known to her.
"How could someone who...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#ForbiddenLove #romantic
#ForbiddenLove #romantic
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2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Sep 2024 8:31pm
6th Sep 2024 8:31pm
Restoration
She was restored in one piece,
his whole world alive again
for that moment
and for the rest of his life.
The girl who had nothing to offer
the world, but
had everything to offer him.
She thought she was broken
and that she was lucky to have him.
But he saw her
as a complete masterpiece.
his whole world alive again
for that moment
and for the rest of his life.
The girl who had nothing to offer
the world, but
had everything to offer him.
She thought she was broken
and that she was lucky to have him.
But he saw her
as a complete masterpiece.
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#ILoveYou
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 7:31am
6th Sep 2024 7:31am
My Worth
My worth is merely on a post it note
that says, "You are amazing."
My worth to others,
that is.
My worth in myself is
even higher than that,
I feel.
But my worth to others
is like
a birthday card,
collected in dust
eating away in my closet,
that I need to throw away.
It means nothing.
And it is nothing.
I'm supposed to feel anger or sadness or anything at all.
But I feel exhaustion.
Exhaustion of a life
where I don't know how I ended up here.
Paling through a dream ...
that says, "You are amazing."
My worth to others,
that is.
My worth in myself is
even higher than that,
I feel.
But my worth to others
is like
a birthday card,
collected in dust
eating away in my closet,
that I need to throw away.
It means nothing.
And it is nothing.
I'm supposed to feel anger or sadness or anything at all.
But I feel exhaustion.
Exhaustion of a life
where I don't know how I ended up here.
Paling through a dream ...
#hope
#strength
#TimeHeals
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Sep 2024 8:35pm
5th Sep 2024 8:35pm
That Evil Bitch
I'm that evil bitch.
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
#hurt
#misunderstood
#suffering
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1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2024 5:04pm
30th Aug 2024 5:04pm
Nothing
I told another caseworker I had yesterday that if I'm honest with myself...my favorite part of my day is when I know...I can do...nothing!
Not talking.
Not writing.
Not exercising.
Not cooking nor eating.
Not attempting to learn a new skill...
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Sitting up in bed watching the world go by or sleeping. The only way my mind truly feels at rest.
But thankfully, I feel at rest right now even though my mind still wants to criticize.
It wants to tell me everything I'm not doing...
Not talking.
Not writing.
Not exercising.
Not cooking nor eating.
Not attempting to learn a new skill...
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Sitting up in bed watching the world go by or sleeping. The only way my mind truly feels at rest.
But thankfully, I feel at rest right now even though my mind still wants to criticize.
It wants to tell me everything I'm not doing...
#acceptance
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
84 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Aug 2024 3:03am
24th Aug 2024 3:03am
Dear Josh
Dear Josh,
Every time, I think I'm over you, I eventually get in touch with my feelings. And I realize how I really feel.
Those lingering feelings.
I thought I was done, but I never really am. I can numb my feelings. I can pretend they're not there.
But then, I remember your sweet, cute, nerdy face. You always remind of a cute, little Koopa from Mario. I remember us listening to some nerdy shit in your car, me making you listen to Donkey Kong, you making me listen to Street Fighter. Seeing you so silly in your pajama pants when I got in your car in...
Every time, I think I'm over you, I eventually get in touch with my feelings. And I realize how I really feel.
Those lingering feelings.
I thought I was done, but I never really am. I can numb my feelings. I can pretend they're not there.
But then, I remember your sweet, cute, nerdy face. You always remind of a cute, little Koopa from Mario. I remember us listening to some nerdy shit in your car, me making you listen to Donkey Kong, you making me listen to Street Fighter. Seeing you so silly in your pajama pants when I got in your car in...
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#romantic
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2024 5:47am
23rd Aug 2024 5:47am
My Dark Side: Mewtwo
I remember as a 90s kid,
seeing the most powerful Pokémon,
Mewtwo.
In a lab,
neglected,
The living spectacle.
The guinea pig for profit.
But his rage destroying a
Whole lab...
His rage that could take out the whole world
In one hit...
I tell people I have rage the size of the biggest mountain...
A mountain crushing everything in its path.
A bomb that goes off destroying it all
And never returning.
seeing the most powerful Pokémon,
Mewtwo.
In a lab,
neglected,
The living spectacle.
The guinea pig for profit.
But his rage destroying a
Whole lab...
His rage that could take out the whole world
In one hit...
I tell people I have rage the size of the biggest mountain...
A mountain crushing everything in its path.
A bomb that goes off destroying it all
And never returning.
#anger
72 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2024 5:27am
23rd Aug 2024 5:27am
The Girl Who Never Says No
I'm encased on a top shelf,
plastic, pale skin.
I don't have eyes that see.
They're only pretty for show.
My body?
It's perfectly engineered.
Nothing ever feels real.
I smile that same plastered face.
Purse my lips
In an upside down frown.
With each new boy
who uses and discards of me,
a piece of my body cracks
under my sexual persona.
The one I used all my life
to get love from my pervert dad.
I still want disassociate from the memory;
my sister whispering it, enticing it,
"Get naked...
plastic, pale skin.
I don't have eyes that see.
They're only pretty for show.
My body?
It's perfectly engineered.
Nothing ever feels real.
I smile that same plastered face.
Purse my lips
In an upside down frown.
With each new boy
who uses and discards of me,
a piece of my body cracks
under my sexual persona.
The one I used all my life
to get love from my pervert dad.
I still want disassociate from the memory;
my sister whispering it, enticing it,
"Get naked...
#abuse
87 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Aug 2024 00:02am
22nd Aug 2024 00:02am
The Little Steps
I was talking to my caseworker today. He encouraged me to write my story Free. And I did do that. And I ended up crying and thought finally! I'm releasing some emotions pent up in my body from years of repression and hiding away from myself.
I'm so thankful for him. He's a way better source than all these articles or videos saying the generic be positive speel. Because when I try to be positive, it ends up backfiring. I end up getting more mad that I'm saying something I honestly don't believe and end up hurting myself.
So, instead, he told me to maybe make note of the...
I'm so thankful for him. He's a way better source than all these articles or videos saying the generic be positive speel. Because when I try to be positive, it ends up backfiring. I end up getting more mad that I'm saying something I honestly don't believe and end up hurting myself.
So, instead, he told me to maybe make note of the...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
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