Submissions by Gg78
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no clue what I’m doing. But I’ve spent years trying
Stay away
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I don't care
Can't breathe
these glasses won't let me see straight
the air is crisp
and there is no cutting it
won't dream about it
there's no way I can think about it
I'm to far in and can't get my legging back
don't try and comfort me
or give me your pity
If they take him from me
it's not going to be ok
I will never be ok again
these glasses won't let me see straight
the air is crisp
and there is no cutting it
won't dream about it
there's no way I can think about it
I'm to far in and can't get my legging back
don't try and comfort me
or give me your pity
If they take him from me
it's not going to be ok
I will never be ok again
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It matters to me
I've spoke about my brother
and how much he means to me
but no one truly knows how much
it was me and him in those dark days
two kids trying to hang on
trying to make it out of home
we had each other
our sister was too grown for us
living her lie
forgetting we where there staying strong for ma
She didn't care
no one cared but us
that's it though
we have always been an us
the only person consistent in each other's lives
fighting for a life that was dark as hell
trying to make it...
and how much he means to me
but no one truly knows how much
it was me and him in those dark days
two kids trying to hang on
trying to make it out of home
we had each other
our sister was too grown for us
living her lie
forgetting we where there staying strong for ma
She didn't care
no one cared but us
that's it though
we have always been an us
the only person consistent in each other's lives
fighting for a life that was dark as hell
trying to make it...
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My lips
I stoped writing
not because I can no longer write
or because
I have nothing to say
it's just
my lips don't wanna speak the truth
and neither does my pen
not because I can no longer write
or because
I have nothing to say
it's just
my lips don't wanna speak the truth
and neither does my pen
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Could use some help
I don't know where I'm going with this
and I don't know why I wrote it it holds no truth.
wondering if anyone can make some sense of it make it their own idk just a thought
tattooed your name across my heart
for a fleeting look
a breath of my name upon your lips
instead you gave me
the white noise
of fingernails scraping it's chalkboard
!!!
That's that lol
and I don't know why I wrote it it holds no truth.
wondering if anyone can make some sense of it make it their own idk just a thought
tattooed your name across my heart
for a fleeting look
a breath of my name upon your lips
instead you gave me
the white noise
of fingernails scraping it's chalkboard
!!!
That's that lol
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20 Comments
Rat pack
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Bullshit lines
Rip your heart out and plaster it on paper
let everyone read it
let everyone in
they can know you
relate to your pain
help with that error you did yesterday
they can even try and fix you
fuck they might want to be you
but those words you can change them
you can preach them and scream to the world about all that's wrong
and all the woes is you
But whatever happened to make you feel that way
Stays exactly the same !
no words can fix actions
no words can cover up pain
let everyone read it
let everyone in
they can know you
relate to your pain
help with that error you did yesterday
they can even try and fix you
fuck they might want to be you
but those words you can change them
you can preach them and scream to the world about all that's wrong
and all the woes is you
But whatever happened to make you feel that way
Stays exactly the same !
no words can fix actions
no words can cover up pain
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New restraints ( erotic collaboration challenge gg78 & crypticpoet)
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His hands. (Sexual harassment challenge)
It does not matter what I say
or what I wear
how I look
he just wants me
maybe it's the perfume I wear
it can't be anything I've done
I give him no ideas
still he ogles my every move
sends me fuck letters
with tiny drawings of what he wishes could be
god please never let it be
because his hands have never touched me
yet I can feel the repulsive words all over
like its cutting through my flesh
I've cried for myself
for the memories he's brought back
and yet...
or what I wear
how I look
he just wants me
maybe it's the perfume I wear
it can't be anything I've done
I give him no ideas
still he ogles my every move
sends me fuck letters
with tiny drawings of what he wishes could be
god please never let it be
because his hands have never touched me
yet I can feel the repulsive words all over
like its cutting through my flesh
I've cried for myself
for the memories he's brought back
and yet...
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Surviver ( hemi challenge)
Bob and weave
can't take a punch
won't ruin my pretty face again
Keep my hands up
chin down
close one eye and swing
hit hard
hurt hard
don't lose control
I got this
duck
bob weave
punch left
punch right
don't sweat
fight hard
hurry times running out
suns going down
shadow is fading away
it can't win again
I won't hide behind it
I'll fight to my finish
bobbing and weaving
and punching through
the dark of the day
winning or bleeding ...
can't take a punch
won't ruin my pretty face again
Keep my hands up
chin down
close one eye and swing
hit hard
hurt hard
don't lose control
I got this
duck
bob weave
punch left
punch right
don't sweat
fight hard
hurry times running out
suns going down
shadow is fading away
it can't win again
I won't hide behind it
I'll fight to my finish
bobbing and weaving
and punching through
the dark of the day
winning or bleeding ...
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Gum and cigarette challenge by miss indie rose
He smelt of gum and cigarettes
finger tips stained yellow
and his tooth hangs on by a single root
he shed his skin
and put his bones to work
to stay clean and safe
to end up with cancer anyway
but he cares not for what we think
or how and when he will die
or for our perceived notion of "what a man should be"
hanging his head low
he can't look into the eyes of the alive
can you blame him?
finger tips stained yellow
and his tooth hangs on by a single root
he shed his skin
and put his bones to work
to stay clean and safe
to end up with cancer anyway
but he cares not for what we think
or how and when he will die
or for our perceived notion of "what a man should be"
hanging his head low
he can't look into the eyes of the alive
can you blame him?
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I'm warm. ( inspired by another poets awful situation of being stuck in a hospital)
I've walked those halls before
didn't care for it
had to watch a doctor tell my good friend
her little girl would never go home
her tears stained his scrubs
along with her daughters blood
she looked at me and just said no
please no
broke my heart
and then it broke my heart
to see her admitted the next day
said she swallowed a dozen pills
couldn't blame her
would've done the same thing
they sent her straight to the fifth floor
she'd be safe there
safer then being in...
didn't care for it
had to watch a doctor tell my good friend
her little girl would never go home
her tears stained his scrubs
along with her daughters blood
she looked at me and just said no
please no
broke my heart
and then it broke my heart
to see her admitted the next day
said she swallowed a dozen pills
couldn't blame her
would've done the same thing
they sent her straight to the fifth floor
she'd be safe there
safer then being in...
978 reads
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