Submissions by Elias-June (Ellis)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
All their storms
The trees whispering
Their leaves shaking in the wind
You are still alone
Their leaves shaking in the wind
You are still alone
#loneliness
#nature
#emptiness
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disjointed
It started young,
A single crack
a shattered map.
“you used to know right from wrong”
-lines blur when,
you're awake
all
night
long.
I'm numb
I know
I was never “strong”
I'm broken,
it's true
“That's-”
not anything new.
I am twisted
I am empty
I am bleeding
There is no me-
you see,
It started young,
a single drop.
Now,
I can't
ever stop.
A single crack
a shattered map.
“you used to know right from wrong”
-lines blur when,
you're awake
all
night
long.
I'm numb
I know
I was never “strong”
I'm broken,
it's true
“That's-”
not anything new.
I am twisted
I am empty
I am bleeding
There is no me-
you see,
It started young,
a single drop.
Now,
I can't
ever stop.
#dark
#escape
#apathy
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Fingertips
Did you feel it
The shame of what you did?
I did
I wished I bit my tongue.
Did you feel the wrongness,
That you had no right-
I did
I wished I’d “minded my own business.”
Did you know
The way your action spread hatred?
I did
I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.
Were you embarrassed?
When I said “that’s not okay”
I was.
I wished I could disappear.
Did you really think
Linger on your own words?
I did
I thought you might be right
(Was I being too sensitive-?)
Did you regret your actions ...
The shame of what you did?
I did
I wished I bit my tongue.
Did you feel the wrongness,
That you had no right-
I did
I wished I’d “minded my own business.”
Did you know
The way your action spread hatred?
I did
I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.
Were you embarrassed?
When I said “that’s not okay”
I was.
I wished I could disappear.
Did you really think
Linger on your own words?
I did
I thought you might be right
(Was I being too sensitive-?)
Did you regret your actions ...
#anxiety
#identity
#racism
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what shouldn't be
I wish I could bleed
Slit my skin
Until I could see
My wires
Dig deeper
What’s underneath
Rust stained fingers
My oil leaks
Iron air lingers
Shaking wrists squeak
Little red lines
How they weep
Losing time now
Not just sleep
Boredom pulls
Scares ache
Ripping down walls
Please wake
Old curiosity
How many I’d take
To go away
To let them see
What they’ve done
Selfish again
It’s me
Not them.
Slit my skin
Until I could see
My wires
Dig deeper
What’s underneath
Rust stained fingers
My oil leaks
Iron air lingers
Shaking wrists squeak
Little red lines
How they weep
Losing time now
Not just sleep
Boredom pulls
Scares ache
Ripping down walls
Please wake
Old curiosity
How many I’d take
To go away
To let them see
What they’ve done
Selfish again
It’s me
Not them.
#depression
#SelfHarm
#escape #emptiness
#escape #emptiness
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I couldn't breath
What did you think
Past the alcohol
Tainting your every breath.
What did you see
Was it red
Did you hear the words I bled
From my lips to your ears
There were no tears
I rolled my shoulder
Looked in the mirror
Fingerprints on my skin
A fast beating heart
I whisper
“Is it all your fault?”
Past the alcohol
Tainting your every breath.
What did you see
Was it red
Did you hear the words I bled
From my lips to your ears
There were no tears
I rolled my shoulder
Looked in the mirror
Fingerprints on my skin
A fast beating heart
I whisper
“Is it all your fault?”
#parent
#childhood
#memories
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16: floating
I don’t have a Voice-
But I have a name.
I’ve signed it.
Again.
Twisted the letters around my tongue
close mouthed,
stared at another empty line.
I’ve forgotten it.
Again.
But I have a name.
I’ve signed it.
Again.
Twisted the letters around my tongue
close mouthed,
stared at another empty line.
I’ve forgotten it.
Again.
#identity
#LGBT
#escape
#emptiness
#apathy
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Tin
It's not fear
no
no
it's always
curiosity.
that's all there is,
-if you're lucky.
Why?
Because some people aren't made
with oceans of feelings.
Some people are made
only to be punctured.
all their contents leaked out,
and now,
if they're loud,
It's not because they're hurting
or happy.
It's just an echo,
because they're
empty.
Like a tin can.
no
no
it's always
curiosity.
that's all there is,
-if you're lucky.
Why?
Because some people aren't made
with oceans of feelings.
Some people are made
only to be punctured.
all their contents leaked out,
and now,
if they're loud,
It's not because they're hurting
or happy.
It's just an echo,
because they're
empty.
Like a tin can.
#identity
#memories
#acceptance
#emptiness
#apathy
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Can you say that again?
Loud.
My Jumping ribcage, metallic laughter, fluttering hands.
Shut up.
Louder.
The raw meat red shade of my skin, the prickle of sweat,
the uncomfortable surge of adrenalin.
You can’t speak intelligently.
Quiet.
The sticky-shaky feeling, stinging, the chasm in my stomach,
This is what you expected- why is it disappointing?
Quieter.
The inside of my skull, tired acknowledgment, crescent moon palms.
Repeat.
My Jumping ribcage, metallic laughter, fluttering hands.
Shut up.
Louder.
The raw meat red shade of my skin, the prickle of sweat,
the uncomfortable surge of adrenalin.
You can’t speak intelligently.
Quiet.
The sticky-shaky feeling, stinging, the chasm in my stomach,
This is what you expected- why is it disappointing?
Quieter.
The inside of my skull, tired acknowledgment, crescent moon palms.
Repeat.
#anxiety
#loneliness
#MentalHealth #frustration
#MentalHealth #frustration
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They’re silent, wrapped in their bones.
They’re quiet, contemplating their own
They’re loud, wavering, trembling
Red voice, red skin
Another memory to scream
Their sanity thins
Backs turn, smiles fall,
Shaking hands, bruised-dark skin.
They’ll never give their all.
They’re quiet, contemplating their own
They’re loud, wavering, trembling
Red voice, red skin
Another memory to scream
Their sanity thins
Backs turn, smiles fall,
Shaking hands, bruised-dark skin.
They’ll never give their all.
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#secrets
#frustration
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Summer: 14
I have lived life knowing,
I am already dead
I have laid down hoping,
For everlasting rest
I have stayed still trying,
To make it hurt less
I have cut deep fearing ,
The emptiness in my chest.
I am already dead
I have laid down hoping,
For everlasting rest
I have stayed still trying,
To make it hurt less
I have cut deep fearing ,
The emptiness in my chest.
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
#boredom
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14: Insomnia
Welcome to the end”
They say, some nights
Pulling me down
Falling through lights
“If you want death”
They whisper, inside
Thirteen fingers
Count away the night
They say, some nights
Pulling me down
Falling through lights
“If you want death”
They whisper, inside
Thirteen fingers
Count away the night
#loneliness
#dark
#insomnia
#emptiness
#nightmares
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