Submissions by Elizabeth_Odly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Artist, author, dreamer, musician.
Captivation
Often times I find my soul
completely and utterly captivated
by the midst of your mystifying, oceanic orbs.
Your alluring presence leaves me
mercilessly enamored,
for you are the singular force
capable of producing glee out of sorrow.
completely and utterly captivated
by the midst of your mystifying, oceanic orbs.
Your alluring presence leaves me
mercilessly enamored,
for you are the singular force
capable of producing glee out of sorrow.
#love
#beauty
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Ash Beneath My Feet
Menacing acts were hidden behind heavily bolted doors,
a cage trapping us within the repugnant devil’s lair.
Sanity gradually stripped away with age;
trust progressively diminishing alongside naivety.
Actions aren’t forgiven with empty apologies,
and monsters aren’t angels just because they wear wings.
Secretive glances are exchanged
at the slightest indication that I could despise my own blood,
but they lie when they say it’s thicker than water,
because clearly it means nothing if that blood is filled with malicious intent.
So take...
a cage trapping us within the repugnant devil’s lair.
Sanity gradually stripped away with age;
trust progressively diminishing alongside naivety.
Actions aren’t forgiven with empty apologies,
and monsters aren’t angels just because they wear wings.
Secretive glances are exchanged
at the slightest indication that I could despise my own blood,
but they lie when they say it’s thicker than water,
because clearly it means nothing if that blood is filled with malicious intent.
So take...
#betrayal
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Overused Manipulation
You beg for sympathetic attention,
and in fear that you are truly in danger,
I fall for your overused versions of manipulation.
Developed thoughts are formed into words,
and though you seem to be responding,
all you can talk about is how much it hurts.
But I am well aware of the situation,
and how you're toying with my kindness.
After all, you've never known true appreciation.
and in fear that you are truly in danger,
I fall for your overused versions of manipulation.
Developed thoughts are formed into words,
and though you seem to be responding,
all you can talk about is how much it hurts.
But I am well aware of the situation,
and how you're toying with my kindness.
After all, you've never known true appreciation.
#manipulation
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Cope
Pill less containers,
and shattered wine glasses.
Blood stained carpets,
and fist shaped holes in the walls.
Endless days filled with arguments
leads to a lifetime of late night crying.
No apologies.
No regrets.
Down a glass of numbing liquid,
watch your past become a blur.
Take the elevator to the highest number,
then fly freely until you paint the floor.
Your words don't dissipate when you do,
but when they're no longer whispered tauntingly
within an unheard victims inner ear
through unspoken memories. ...
and shattered wine glasses.
Blood stained carpets,
and fist shaped holes in the walls.
Endless days filled with arguments
leads to a lifetime of late night crying.
No apologies.
No regrets.
Down a glass of numbing liquid,
watch your past become a blur.
Take the elevator to the highest number,
then fly freely until you paint the floor.
Your words don't dissipate when you do,
but when they're no longer whispered tauntingly
within an unheard victims inner ear
through unspoken memories. ...
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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I Refuse to Give In
I was once afraid of where I'd go when I died.
The darkness and the worries taint my mind.
Where should I go if I feel lost?
What should I do, and at what cost?
I'm trying to help all those in need,
but I can't help myself for the life of me.
I am slipping through these cracks.
Obesessing over everything except facts.
Help me, I'm drowning in my own head again.
Please save me from my deathbed.
I am just searching for a good end,
but if I bend too much, I will give in.
Maybe it's time for me to go.
I'll leave...
The darkness and the worries taint my mind.
Where should I go if I feel lost?
What should I do, and at what cost?
I'm trying to help all those in need,
but I can't help myself for the life of me.
I am slipping through these cracks.
Obesessing over everything except facts.
Help me, I'm drowning in my own head again.
Please save me from my deathbed.
I am just searching for a good end,
but if I bend too much, I will give in.
Maybe it's time for me to go.
I'll leave...
#music
#lyrics
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Frigid Mistakes
Promising words were whispered,
and carried along the breeze.
Though the fire within us was roaring,
the wind left us cold and empty.
We were forced to find warmth within
our misguided views of reality.
We should have known from the past
that it wasn't easy to thaw a frozen heart.
Yet we still rushed forward;
our eyes filled with envy as we grasped onto every possibility.
We dived off the edge
without questioning what laid at the bottom.
We were unprepared,
and soon enough, we were drowning.
It wasn't long before we began...
and carried along the breeze.
Though the fire within us was roaring,
the wind left us cold and empty.
We were forced to find warmth within
our misguided views of reality.
We should have known from the past
that it wasn't easy to thaw a frozen heart.
Yet we still rushed forward;
our eyes filled with envy as we grasped onto every possibility.
We dived off the edge
without questioning what laid at the bottom.
We were unprepared,
and soon enough, we were drowning.
It wasn't long before we began...
#regret
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Exterior Conflicts Leave Interior Scars
Words slip from their mouths like snakes;
wrapping around you and squeezing until you can no longer breathe.
The lack of oxygen flowing to your head causes you to believe they’re speaking only the truth,
but that in itself is a mass complexity of lies.
No matter where you run,
you can’t escape their haunting voices.
You’ve become a prisoner to the thoughts in your own head,
because they are what restrict you from crying for help.
Haven’t you ever heard that demons can’t be trusted?
And everyone’s struggling through these hardships,
but...
wrapping around you and squeezing until you can no longer breathe.
The lack of oxygen flowing to your head causes you to believe they’re speaking only the truth,
but that in itself is a mass complexity of lies.
No matter where you run,
you can’t escape their haunting voices.
You’ve become a prisoner to the thoughts in your own head,
because they are what restrict you from crying for help.
Haven’t you ever heard that demons can’t be trusted?
And everyone’s struggling through these hardships,
but...
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Demons Inside
Some days I feel as if I could rule the world,
while other days I can't even get out of bed.
When I'm not feeling an overwhelming sense of joy,
I'm usually just trying to escape the thoughts in my head.
The demons that barged in long ago
constantly linger behind every word and every thought of mine.
They enjoy convincing me that I'll never be good enough,
as I try to smile and hide the pain inside.
Despite my never ending efforts to improve,
I don't seem to be gaining any type of control.
I'll always try my hardest to care for...
while other days I can't even get out of bed.
When I'm not feeling an overwhelming sense of joy,
I'm usually just trying to escape the thoughts in my head.
The demons that barged in long ago
constantly linger behind every word and every thought of mine.
They enjoy convincing me that I'll never be good enough,
as I try to smile and hide the pain inside.
Despite my never ending efforts to improve,
I don't seem to be gaining any type of control.
I'll always try my hardest to care for...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity #LifeStruggles
#identity #LifeStruggles
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Unbloomed Flower
Give me every ounce of your pain,
and I'll add it to my own.
You've been stuck here for far too long,
now I think it's time you should go.
You're a flower that's waiting to bloom,
capturing the attention of all those who pass.
All your thoughts hold inspiration,
and for you, I hope that lasts.
and I'll add it to my own.
You've been stuck here for far too long,
now I think it's time you should go.
You're a flower that's waiting to bloom,
capturing the attention of all those who pass.
All your thoughts hold inspiration,
and for you, I hope that lasts.
#PopCulture
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My Inner Being
Like a river just after a heavy rain,
the blood pours out the sides of my self inflicted wounds.
My head was a dam that was forced to hold up for so long
that my thoughts started to break the boundaries and spill over.
Ghosts of the ones who once kept me standing
are stored within a pristine box on the only shelf I cannot reach.
Though there's a ladder I keep within my well lit attic,
I've yet to find the energy in this dark room to retrieve it.
the blood pours out the sides of my self inflicted wounds.
My head was a dam that was forced to hold up for so long
that my thoughts started to break the boundaries and spill over.
Ghosts of the ones who once kept me standing
are stored within a pristine box on the only shelf I cannot reach.
Though there's a ladder I keep within my well lit attic,
I've yet to find the energy in this dark room to retrieve it.
#identity
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Discontentment
I have no yearning
to exist in a world
where promise are nothing but empty words.
Everyone is lacking empathy.
All compassion has turned to selfish greed,
and with all love comes double the amount of hurt.
My life is a timeline of negative events,
and every time I tell myself to move on,
there's a louder voice that manages to persuade me that I am all alone here.
The darkness embraces me with open arms,
multiplying my misery, and regret, and self loathing,
and allowing me to drown in childish fears.
But I am not a child,
nor do...
to exist in a world
where promise are nothing but empty words.
Everyone is lacking empathy.
All compassion has turned to selfish greed,
and with all love comes double the amount of hurt.
My life is a timeline of negative events,
and every time I tell myself to move on,
there's a louder voice that manages to persuade me that I am all alone here.
The darkness embraces me with open arms,
multiplying my misery, and regret, and self loathing,
and allowing me to drown in childish fears.
But I am not a child,
nor do...
#anger
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She is a Beautifully Chaotic Storm
If you were to ask her
why she loves storms as she does,
she wouldn't hesitate to answer.
Her voice would be calm,
but it would hold an eerie tone;
making you search her eyes
for any hints on her dark past.
"It makes me feel less alone.
The way it sneaks up on you in silence,
then all at once, it's just there.
And after it finishes being reckless,
it disappears again,
leaving everyone to return to their normal, boring lives.
I am cold, and loud, and disastrous...
But at least most people are happy when I finally leave." ...
why she loves storms as she does,
she wouldn't hesitate to answer.
Her voice would be calm,
but it would hold an eerie tone;
making you search her eyes
for any hints on her dark past.
"It makes me feel less alone.
The way it sneaks up on you in silence,
then all at once, it's just there.
And after it finishes being reckless,
it disappears again,
leaving everyone to return to their normal, boring lives.
I am cold, and loud, and disastrous...
But at least most people are happy when I finally leave." ...
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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