Submissions by Gg78
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no clue what I’m doing. But I’ve spent years trying
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2023 7:05pm
4th Oct 2023 7:05pm
Pretty prison
Confined fear handcuffed to metal bars
crimes of innocence laid out on a cot
cemented walls are new confessionals
Prayers slip between pleas
echoing through minds but only reaching the dead.
Painting pictures passing sentences
One photo doesn’t make it a pretty prison?
One lie did make it my own hell
crimes of innocence laid out on a cot
cemented walls are new confessionals
Prayers slip between pleas
echoing through minds but only reaching the dead.
Painting pictures passing sentences
One photo doesn’t make it a pretty prison?
One lie did make it my own hell
#prison
242 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2023 10:12am
3rd Oct 2023 10:12am
This is idk
This is not a poem
This is a way to put into words the pain I run from
The heartache I feel when a memory comes crashing down
Unwanted unexpectedly
It happened two years ago but everyday it creeps into my mind to punish me
will it ever lessen?
will the pain ease ?
Will the visions of you laying there bloated in the hospital bed broken inside suffering
unmoving but alive
You where fighting I was slowly dying
Could you hear my cries?
my silent begging to take me wherever you ended up?
The monitor I...
This is a way to put into words the pain I run from
The heartache I feel when a memory comes crashing down
Unwanted unexpectedly
It happened two years ago but everyday it creeps into my mind to punish me
will it ever lessen?
will the pain ease ?
Will the visions of you laying there bloated in the hospital bed broken inside suffering
unmoving but alive
You where fighting I was slowly dying
Could you hear my cries?
my silent begging to take me wherever you ended up?
The monitor I...
#hurt
193 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2023 10:04am
3rd Oct 2023 10:04am
I’ll continue to play with it
#erotic
239 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Feb 2020 10:38am
25th Feb 2020 10:38am
Nil
Your wife sent over some of your ashes today
a tiny urn
Fits in the palm of my hand
Don’t know what to do with it
place it on top of my dresser
make a shrine to it
to you
Think I’ll bury them
Have a place to morn you
I’ll even use the father of the year plaque your granddaughter made for her father as your headstone
Never got around to making mine
had a lot on my plate as a third grader
Maybe I’ll set you free
out into the air
over the ocean
Or the fishing hole you never took me to
Probably just...
a tiny urn
Fits in the palm of my hand
Don’t know what to do with it
place it on top of my dresser
make a shrine to it
to you
Think I’ll bury them
Have a place to morn you
I’ll even use the father of the year plaque your granddaughter made for her father as your headstone
Never got around to making mine
had a lot on my plate as a third grader
Maybe I’ll set you free
out into the air
over the ocean
Or the fishing hole you never took me to
Probably just...
#death
580 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2017 3:00am
30th May 2017 3:00am
Tricky
came back to remember
the mind doesn't hold onto things you don't like
Gets blocked
but, at least I have here
to remember the words
that my smoke stained fingers
created
Wasn't easy
like it wasn't then
but it's done
even somewhat forgotten
but not erased
because it's written
readable
not enjoyable
nor memorable
but here
to remind me it wasn't any good
should want to forget
but you know the mind really doesn't want that
It's a tricky fuck
That rewinds fast...
the mind doesn't hold onto things you don't like
Gets blocked
but, at least I have here
to remember the words
that my smoke stained fingers
created
Wasn't easy
like it wasn't then
but it's done
even somewhat forgotten
but not erased
because it's written
readable
not enjoyable
nor memorable
but here
to remind me it wasn't any good
should want to forget
but you know the mind really doesn't want that
It's a tricky fuck
That rewinds fast...
908 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2017 2:53am
30th May 2017 2:53am
Kinda
It's not a death sentence
just a notice
from masked faces looking down at you
inside sterile walls
with the scents
the hum of fluorescent lights
and a bed you will give your last dream to
pray in
last pillow that will hide your tears
It's a notice of nothing's left
times up
hopelessness can consume
but for one moment
that realization of those same walls
Same lights
that scent
those masks will hold a hand
bring in new life
tell a mother her child will go on dreaming
kinda makes it...
just a notice
from masked faces looking down at you
inside sterile walls
with the scents
the hum of fluorescent lights
and a bed you will give your last dream to
pray in
last pillow that will hide your tears
It's a notice of nothing's left
times up
hopelessness can consume
but for one moment
that realization of those same walls
Same lights
that scent
those masks will hold a hand
bring in new life
tell a mother her child will go on dreaming
kinda makes it...
847 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2016 7:20am
21st Aug 2016 7:20am
Whiskey
Whiskey
took to many shots
lost my mind for a bit
didn't care to have it back
just the thought alone was enough to keep me drinking
keep me numb
lost in the bottle just like my dad
he always said I was his daughter
although I liked the mailman more than him
he had candy and always smiled
that big tooth smile that reached his eyes
my dad's eyes where always dead
hollowed out from years of fucking up
and never fixing a damn thing he broke
including me
it all worked out anyways pops
You where right
the whiskey...
took to many shots
lost my mind for a bit
didn't care to have it back
just the thought alone was enough to keep me drinking
keep me numb
lost in the bottle just like my dad
he always said I was his daughter
although I liked the mailman more than him
he had candy and always smiled
that big tooth smile that reached his eyes
my dad's eyes where always dead
hollowed out from years of fucking up
and never fixing a damn thing he broke
including me
it all worked out anyways pops
You where right
the whiskey...
1059 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2016 6:37am
21st Aug 2016 6:37am
It's love
It's love
that leads you to a place
of broken promises
failed hopes
that feel so good
because it shouldn't
it's love
So now you have everything you ever dreamed of
but nothing you've ever wanted
it's love
that all the poetry , books ,movies speak of
never believe the lines of liars
It's love
that's never lonely
But in the eye of a mother who's lost her child you see the truth
it's love
that'll make everything wrong when everything was finally right
it's love
You should blame ...
that leads you to a place
of broken promises
failed hopes
that feel so good
because it shouldn't
it's love
So now you have everything you ever dreamed of
but nothing you've ever wanted
it's love
that all the poetry , books ,movies speak of
never believe the lines of liars
It's love
that's never lonely
But in the eye of a mother who's lost her child you see the truth
it's love
that'll make everything wrong when everything was finally right
it's love
You should blame ...
945 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2015 3:30am
12th Apr 2015 3:30am
Praying
Aching bleeding knees
for what
a prayer that's never heard
but felt so deep within
I beg to let it out
someone has to hear the silence
that screams from pores I always hid
not very well
but they didn't use to bleed out onto others
like now
its fucking contagious to just look into my lying eyes
you'll catch the lonely
emptiness
praying to deaf ears
with your sinners tongue
but you still will hold onto that rosary
like your salvation lies within empty words
On...
for what
a prayer that's never heard
but felt so deep within
I beg to let it out
someone has to hear the silence
that screams from pores I always hid
not very well
but they didn't use to bleed out onto others
like now
its fucking contagious to just look into my lying eyes
you'll catch the lonely
emptiness
praying to deaf ears
with your sinners tongue
but you still will hold onto that rosary
like your salvation lies within empty words
On...
1234 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 4:03am
30th Mar 2015 4:03am
Just a thought
My heart started beating slower the moment my grandmother died
Felt like a ton of bricks laid upon my chest
and everyday it weakens
for the kid that sits alone in class
the Virgin prostitue getting ready for her first trick
Moms burying their children
homeless cold
mental ill lost in their own misery
It's just life
right
then why does it still make my heart sink every-time I see it
life shouldn't be so cruel.
it should be all rainbows and fairytales
And booze
Lots of booze
Felt like a ton of bricks laid upon my chest
and everyday it weakens
for the kid that sits alone in class
the Virgin prostitue getting ready for her first trick
Moms burying their children
homeless cold
mental ill lost in their own misery
It's just life
right
then why does it still make my heart sink every-time I see it
life shouldn't be so cruel.
it should be all rainbows and fairytales
And booze
Lots of booze
1069 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 3:37am
24th Feb 2015 3:37am
Rest easy my loves
How do you explain the gut wrenching pain of loss
You don't
Just go day by day trying to fill the void
Fill the silence
The emptiness
Distraction only takes it so far
Because when your heart starts to pound
and you can't stop the tears from flowing
It' reminds me of what was once there
and how it left me
I'm alone now
Not a picture or sweet memory
Makes it go easier
When I watched you take that last breath
I lost a piece of myself
that meant...
You don't
Just go day by day trying to fill the void
Fill the silence
The emptiness
Distraction only takes it so far
Because when your heart starts to pound
and you can't stop the tears from flowing
It' reminds me of what was once there
and how it left me
I'm alone now
Not a picture or sweet memory
Makes it go easier
When I watched you take that last breath
I lost a piece of myself
that meant...
1114 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 3:27am
24th Feb 2015 3:27am
It's simple it's him
There is a tall building that sits across the street
It's old missing some bricks
the door lays on one hinge
Roof caving in
Surviving from years of neglect
It's beautiful and perfect
Inviting never have I ever felt the urge to crawl through a window and bury myself in one of those rooms and stay holed up for the rest my life
It's old missing some bricks
the door lays on one hinge
Roof caving in
Surviving from years of neglect
It's beautiful and perfect
Inviting never have I ever felt the urge to crawl through a window and bury myself in one of those rooms and stay holed up for the rest my life
937 reads
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