Submissions by Dragin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I'm rather new to poetry itself, and haven't had a reason to use it. But the raw emotion of the thing has attracted me like a magnet, and I must say that I've fallen in love already. Molly is who I want to be, but unfortunately, not who I am.
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Feb 2018 6:21pm
14th Feb 2018 6:21pm
If Not For Tragedy
I have every right to be mad.
I should be pissed, fucking angry.
But I cannot bring myself to the point of rage I need.
The one to give me release; relief.
I was betrayed, manipulated, and guilted
by someone I loved and trusted.
Since the realization, I have not cried.
I have not yelled.
And I feel no emotion.
I feel empty.
Someone I thought I could trust,
Someone I confided in,
someone I worried over,
and stayed up at night for,
has showed me her true face.
It's amazing how tragedy can
tear a family apart ...
I should be pissed, fucking angry.
But I cannot bring myself to the point of rage I need.
The one to give me release; relief.
I was betrayed, manipulated, and guilted
by someone I loved and trusted.
Since the realization, I have not cried.
I have not yelled.
And I feel no emotion.
I feel empty.
Someone I thought I could trust,
Someone I confided in,
someone I worried over,
and stayed up at night for,
has showed me her true face.
It's amazing how tragedy can
tear a family apart ...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2018 5:43pm
13th Feb 2018 5:43pm
Death Day
My birthday is on the horizon,
and my fear exceeds the joy
of death to come upon me.
Every year I grow older, and
closer to the death day
of Molly Kay.
My heart cries for my mortality,
and the horrible knowledge
that I will someday perish.
My family calls this sudden sadness each year
my "holiday blues."
That is what they are.
I will die someday, and "someday"
draws ever nearer.
This realization haunts me every birthday,
and I wonder at immortality.
I wish for it and hope.
I write and my art speaks...
and my fear exceeds the joy
of death to come upon me.
Every year I grow older, and
closer to the death day
of Molly Kay.
My heart cries for my mortality,
and the horrible knowledge
that I will someday perish.
My family calls this sudden sadness each year
my "holiday blues."
That is what they are.
I will die someday, and "someday"
draws ever nearer.
This realization haunts me every birthday,
and I wonder at immortality.
I wish for it and hope.
I write and my art speaks...
370 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2018 5:21pm
13th Feb 2018 5:21pm
CUTTER
A bit of plastic,
Yellow and shattered,
Cutting my fingers.
It was a sharpener,
But the razor is gone.
Did you put it in a book?
Or hide it in a folder?
Tape it to a desk?
Where did you cut this time?
More on your wrist?
Or on your ankles or hips?
More on your thighs?
On your calves?
How long did you think it’d take,
For your family to find out?
Your doctor?
Your friends?
We found out just in time,
We saved you.
Still you joke:
“Oh, That’s old.”
“Someone saw today-”
“I want to...
Yellow and shattered,
Cutting my fingers.
It was a sharpener,
But the razor is gone.
Did you put it in a book?
Or hide it in a folder?
Tape it to a desk?
Where did you cut this time?
More on your wrist?
Or on your ankles or hips?
More on your thighs?
On your calves?
How long did you think it’d take,
For your family to find out?
Your doctor?
Your friends?
We found out just in time,
We saved you.
Still you joke:
“Oh, That’s old.”
“Someone saw today-”
“I want to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 6:58pm
8th Feb 2018 6:58pm
What They've Done
I punched a wall.
I found a man.
I stood so tall-!
and broke the fan."
"I heard your cry,
felt your plea,
said goodbye,
and couldn't leave."
"I've walked these halls,
I've heard the calls
I've punched the walls,
caught the falls,
but never cared,
for those who bared
their scars upon this world."
I found a man.
I stood so tall-!
and broke the fan."
"I heard your cry,
felt your plea,
said goodbye,
and couldn't leave."
"I've walked these halls,
I've heard the calls
I've punched the walls,
caught the falls,
but never cared,
for those who bared
their scars upon this world."
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 6:48pm
8th Feb 2018 6:48pm
Women Romanticize This
Letting go
after the thorns have cut
is the hardest thing to do.
The blood is sweet,
the scars like trophies,
lining the wrists
and thighs and you
Romanticize this
because
you'll never have it again.
The annual stripping
the annual searching
for new love
new scars
has begun.
One little cut
can feel so good
and taste so good
and the blade so
sharp.
The blade is hard to drop,
once the first cut is made,
and the romance
blossomed.
after the thorns have cut
is the hardest thing to do.
The blood is sweet,
the scars like trophies,
lining the wrists
and thighs and you
Romanticize this
because
you'll never have it again.
The annual stripping
the annual searching
for new love
new scars
has begun.
One little cut
can feel so good
and taste so good
and the blade so
sharp.
The blade is hard to drop,
once the first cut is made,
and the romance
blossomed.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2018 6:00pm
7th Feb 2018 6:00pm
ELEPHANT
Granted, he was right,
But I so desperately needed it.
He tore deep,
But I kept him up all night
with my soft spoken venom
and my silver tongued lies.
He soaked in every word and simply
turned his belly to me.
He lives in the middle of the room,
the loudest, quietest animal,
The elephant in my room.
But I so desperately needed it.
He tore deep,
But I kept him up all night
with my soft spoken venom
and my silver tongued lies.
He soaked in every word and simply
turned his belly to me.
He lives in the middle of the room,
the loudest, quietest animal,
The elephant in my room.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2018 5:49pm
7th Feb 2018 5:49pm
Bathroom Lover
Bathroom lovers
keep me company.
Eat my heart
Tear it hungrily.
Cut the blood
drown the flood
Bathroom lover,
save me.
keep me company.
Eat my heart
Tear it hungrily.
Cut the blood
drown the flood
Bathroom lover,
save me.
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