Submissions by DaryaWaters (Darya Waters)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Aspiring professional creative. Working on an anthology and posting here to grow - any and all criticism or advice is welcome. Thank you for reading my work!
IT'S OVER
I tell myself
I’m not still in love with you
But it’s more complex than that.
Because how do you love someone
Who would not love you back?
How the hell can I still love someone
Who cannot love me back?
How do you love someone who you’ve hurt so badly?
And how do you love someone
Who, hurt, retaliated
Out of anger and out of fear,
Angry and fearful of the person I’d become in your absence.
How do you carry on loving someone whom you care about enough
To know when enough is enough?
I’m not still in love with you,...
I’m not still in love with you
But it’s more complex than that.
Because how do you love someone
Who would not love you back?
How the hell can I still love someone
Who cannot love me back?
How do you love someone who you’ve hurt so badly?
And how do you love someone
Who, hurt, retaliated
Out of anger and out of fear,
Angry and fearful of the person I’d become in your absence.
How do you carry on loving someone whom you care about enough
To know when enough is enough?
I’m not still in love with you,...
#love
#heartbroken
#memories
#MovingOn
#acceptance
492 reads
4 Comments
SEEING CLEARLY (BUTTERFLY CINQUAIN)
shattered
glasses on a
stone floor among other
trinkets taken from a past life.
‘minders;
cast away by an insecure
boy, flown beyond his wings
eager to leave
this town
glasses on a
stone floor among other
trinkets taken from a past life.
‘minders;
cast away by an insecure
boy, flown beyond his wings
eager to leave
this town
#conflict
#home
#butterfly
#learning
#hurt
372 reads
4 Comments
TO FLY - BUT FOR A SECOND
Running at a brisk
But by no means fast pace
My legs carry me forward
Rather than following a route or trail
I choose to run West, as far as I can before I lose my wind.
Upon reaching the curb of a 3-way stop,
Feeling adventurous I spring into the air
And suddenly, time halts.
For a moment
For an instance
The rhythmic pulse of rubber
On concrete is silenced.
I am suspended
Superimposed
Above the ground.
My shadow is still
A momentary tableaux
And for that second I am free.
...
But by no means fast pace
My legs carry me forward
Rather than following a route or trail
I choose to run West, as far as I can before I lose my wind.
Upon reaching the curb of a 3-way stop,
Feeling adventurous I spring into the air
And suddenly, time halts.
For a moment
For an instance
The rhythmic pulse of rubber
On concrete is silenced.
I am suspended
Superimposed
Above the ground.
My shadow is still
A momentary tableaux
And for that second I am free.
...
#strength
#wind
#freedom
#sports
#escape
298 reads
2 Comments
CHERRY BLOSSOMS
The cherry blossoms bloomed
Last week, when I was away
And upon returning,
I found my town bathed in their sweet scent
Cherry blossoms remind me of spring
And they reminds me of you
Sweet and rosy and wrapping and twisting around me
The cherry blossoms returned to me
Will you?
Last week, when I was away
And upon returning,
I found my town bathed in their sweet scent
Cherry blossoms remind me of spring
And they reminds me of you
Sweet and rosy and wrapping and twisting around me
The cherry blossoms returned to me
Will you?
#love
#romantic
#home
#flowers
#nature
364 reads
2 Comments
FOLK DANCING
Such impassioned art!
Teens, whirling and twisting while
Barefoot souls rub raw
Teens, whirling and twisting while
Barefoot souls rub raw
#love
#forest
#music
#dance
#haiku
378 reads
2 Comments
OH WELL
Oh well
Here we are again
I got angry and you got mad
(Because there is a difference)
And now it’s like we’ve never even met
Oh well
Maybe I’m better off without you
That’s what I try to think
But I laugh a lot less now that you’re gone
The facts speak for themselves
I miss you dearly
Here we are again
I got angry and you got mad
(Because there is a difference)
And now it’s like we’ve never even met
Oh well
Maybe I’m better off without you
That’s what I try to think
But I laugh a lot less now that you’re gone
The facts speak for themselves
I miss you dearly
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
#gratitude
#IMissYou
435 reads
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SAND 1
Sand comes in many forms
we’re most acquainted with the yellow
warm stuff found on picturesque beaches
but it can also be volcano black
or dusky purple
or not quite fully processed
yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones
But all sand is
is shells and rocks and dirt and bone
crushed and refined for millennia
by the aching ebb and flow of the tides
We all become sand
no matter how hard
we resist the ocean’s movement
but like sand, we are
beings of change
constantly sifting and...
we’re most acquainted with the yellow
warm stuff found on picturesque beaches
but it can also be volcano black
or dusky purple
or not quite fully processed
yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones
But all sand is
is shells and rocks and dirt and bone
crushed and refined for millennia
by the aching ebb and flow of the tides
We all become sand
no matter how hard
we resist the ocean’s movement
but like sand, we are
beings of change
constantly sifting and...
#sea
#beach
#water
#humankind
#LifeChangingMoment
427 reads
2 Comments
Transfigured
Staring at the sky,
Lamenting for want of love
A loner questions light
And life itself. A shooting
Star rejects his misery.
Lamenting for want of love
A loner questions light
And life itself. A shooting
Star rejects his misery.
#loneliness
#universe
#stars
#sleep
#tanka
424 reads
6 Comments
onwards
At night, the woods change
Shrouded in darkness, paths stretch
Forward, forever
A visitor in the cool,
Still night proclaims, “majesty!”
Shrouded in darkness, paths stretch
Forward, forever
A visitor in the cool,
Still night proclaims, “majesty!”
#dark
#forest
#night
#nature
#tanka
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*CRACK*
The beautiful thing about poetry
Is that I can call anything poetry
And everybody has to put up with it
Because it’s poetry
Once upon a time
I fractured my ankle
And so logically
I went on a 6 mile walk the next day
Once upon a time
There was a child born
Who would grow to be
So stupidly stubborn and bullish
That they went running on a fractured foot
I have a lump on my ankle
From a badly healed bone
But one fewer regrets than if I hadn’t gone running that day
So I’ll take what I can get
...
Is that I can call anything poetry
And everybody has to put up with it
Because it’s poetry
Once upon a time
I fractured my ankle
And so logically
I went on a 6 mile walk the next day
Once upon a time
There was a child born
Who would grow to be
So stupidly stubborn and bullish
That they went running on a fractured foot
I have a lump on my ankle
From a badly healed bone
But one fewer regrets than if I hadn’t gone running that day
So I’ll take what I can get
...
#regret
#children
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#disappointment
374 reads
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SPRING WEATHER
This is the weather I shared with you
When we sat with sweaty shirts
On burning concrete and staining grass
This is the weather where
We lamented the warmth we shared with and for each other
Steaming, but refusing to let go
This is the weather I shared with you
Reddening in the sun
Swilling lukewarm water and lying in the dirt
This is the weather where we fell in love
But now you’re gone
So what am I supposed to do now?
When we sat with sweaty shirts
On burning concrete and staining grass
This is the weather where
We lamented the warmth we shared with and for each other
Steaming, but refusing to let go
This is the weather I shared with you
Reddening in the sun
Swilling lukewarm water and lying in the dirt
This is the weather where we fell in love
But now you’re gone
So what am I supposed to do now?
#love
#grief
#romantic
#spring
#water
386 reads
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WHOSE NAME IS WRITTEN IN THE WATER
Today I walked into the ocean
Shin deep in cool brine
The soles of my feet digging trenches
In the sea smoothed sand
And perched precariously on one leg
With the other I traced my name
In small, cursive strokes
Just below the water’s surface
An infinitesimal imprint
A quiet confessional
A name that existed for a moment
And no longer, before the sea swept it away
Shin deep in cool brine
The soles of my feet digging trenches
In the sea smoothed sand
And perched precariously on one leg
With the other I traced my name
In small, cursive strokes
Just below the water’s surface
An infinitesimal imprint
A quiet confessional
A name that existed for a moment
And no longer, before the sea swept it away
#identity
#sea
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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