Submissions by HaiItsMo (Mo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I tend to write solely free verse/ slam poetry but I dabble in short stories as well. Not really sure what else to say.
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 6:22pm
31st Jan 2020 6:22pm
On Consoling My Shadown
You’re going to be okay.
There are just a few things you are going to have to get used to.
Not much has changed in this house
Call home
Call hell
Call trash
Called everything but it’s name
body.
The furniture is still the same.
The couch is still there.
The blue you picked.
Remember by the wall we used to stand on.
Remember the wall we used to stand on.
It's still there.
Still black.
Most of the walls are.
I managed to get a few down after they left.
I’m not sure if you are okay with that but they...
There are just a few things you are going to have to get used to.
Not much has changed in this house
Call home
Call hell
Call trash
Called everything but it’s name
body.
The furniture is still the same.
The couch is still there.
The blue you picked.
Remember by the wall we used to stand on.
Remember the wall we used to stand on.
It's still there.
Still black.
Most of the walls are.
I managed to get a few down after they left.
I’m not sure if you are okay with that but they...
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals
#emptiness
#SelfWorth
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th May 2019 4:41am
30th May 2019 4:41am
My Father's Keeper
Why haven’t you cleaned up this mess,” my father yelled. “I told you hours ago.”
She pulled a face. I could see her notably confused from the hallway.
“But they’re your things, Daddy,” she replied.
He glared at Madeleine’s as if to say, you had better do it now or else. He pushed his way through the door, disregarding the fact that my body, being a solid object, was not permeable.
“You know he never told me that, right?” She asked me while picking up the strewn about papers on the floor.
“I know,” I said.
“Would you like to hear a story?” I...
She pulled a face. I could see her notably confused from the hallway.
“But they’re your things, Daddy,” she replied.
He glared at Madeleine’s as if to say, you had better do it now or else. He pushed his way through the door, disregarding the fact that my body, being a solid object, was not permeable.
“You know he never told me that, right?” She asked me while picking up the strewn about papers on the floor.
“I know,” I said.
“Would you like to hear a story?” I...
#sadness
#marriage
#family
#suicide
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2019 5:59am
29th May 2019 5:59am
Joy
Tired stories of sad girls who write poems
about boys who almost loved them
I am tired of writing poems about boys who almost loved me
This poem it’s not for you.
This poem is for me.
I’ve spent years trying to remember
trying to remember
trying to remember why you left me
There’s no time for that now.
This is a poem about me taking my life back.
Taking my joy back.
I let you convince me that you were the source of my happiness.
You had buried my joy so far beneath my pain
I was convinced it was not there.
Had I...
about boys who almost loved them
I am tired of writing poems about boys who almost loved me
This poem it’s not for you.
This poem is for me.
I’ve spent years trying to remember
trying to remember
trying to remember why you left me
There’s no time for that now.
This is a poem about me taking my life back.
Taking my joy back.
I let you convince me that you were the source of my happiness.
You had buried my joy so far beneath my pain
I was convinced it was not there.
Had I...
#happiness
#strength
#courage
#motivational
#TimeHeals
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2019 8:30pm
26th Jan 2019 8:30pm
Distance
You tell me
I can’t imagine leaving this town without you
But in the same breath
Complain about how hard it is to pack
I’m not sure what you really means by this
But I smile and I laugh
And I don’t tell you
I can’t imagine leaving this life without you
So I’ll stay
And I’ll mourn
And maybe cry a little bit.
I’ll recite a eulogy I wrote for us at your going away party
because I know this is the end.
I know you’ll find some light eyed pretty girl
When you’re away
And I know when you visit
you won’t...
I can’t imagine leaving this town without you
But in the same breath
Complain about how hard it is to pack
I’m not sure what you really means by this
But I smile and I laugh
And I don’t tell you
I can’t imagine leaving this life without you
So I’ll stay
And I’ll mourn
And maybe cry a little bit.
I’ll recite a eulogy I wrote for us at your going away party
because I know this is the end.
I know you’ll find some light eyed pretty girl
When you’re away
And I know when you visit
you won’t...
#love
#boyfriend
#betrayal #LongDistanceRelationship
#betrayal #LongDistanceRelationship
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 3:48am
16th Jan 2019 3:48am
Dreams
In my dreams sometimes you are a ghost
Watching me wander around my empty corridors
Looking for company whilst you sit there
Invisible.
White.
In my dreams sometimes you are a shadow
Following me through life
Watching me run in circles around you.
Black.
In my dreams sometimes you are hers.
Clinging to her like your last breath.
As I bleed my blood into this page wishing
Wanting.
Waiting for you to be mine again.
But in this dream you are mine.
Holding me in your arms.
I see you staring at me with...
Watching me wander around my empty corridors
Looking for company whilst you sit there
Invisible.
White.
In my dreams sometimes you are a shadow
Following me through life
Watching me run in circles around you.
Black.
In my dreams sometimes you are hers.
Clinging to her like your last breath.
As I bleed my blood into this page wishing
Wanting.
Waiting for you to be mine again.
But in this dream you are mine.
Holding me in your arms.
I see you staring at me with...
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2018 10:10pm
19th Dec 2018 10:10pm
Untitled
8 months ago we sat
Knees touching
At a cafe in downtown
Talking about everything
That wasn’t actually important
Shaking bones
Charting maps on each other's hands
Nothing felt quite like this
These days I sit
Knees touching
These days I sit
And my thighs aren’t as big
As they used to be
I wish you would’ve told me
Told me it was going to be like this
Shaking hands
Charting maps on empty on empty tables
Pretending they weren’t empty tables
It’s worse these days
My ribs look like the cage ...
Knees touching
At a cafe in downtown
Talking about everything
That wasn’t actually important
Shaking bones
Charting maps on each other's hands
Nothing felt quite like this
These days I sit
Knees touching
These days I sit
And my thighs aren’t as big
As they used to be
I wish you would’ve told me
Told me it was going to be like this
Shaking hands
Charting maps on empty on empty tables
Pretending they weren’t empty tables
It’s worse these days
My ribs look like the cage ...
#depression
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MentalHealth
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2018 4:37pm
14th Dec 2018 4:37pm
Keys
She still has all the keys that are of no use to her.
The silver one is for your old apartment.
She says she keeps forgetting to throw them out
But we all know why she keeps them.
Because the silver one is for your house.
She still has all the keys that are of no use to her.
Like memories, they dangle in the space between your love,
She says she keeps forgetting to throw them out.
She says she’s sorry that she hasn’t thrown you out.
Not from that little space where your love used to be.
She says she’s trying
and please forgive...
The silver one is for your old apartment.
She says she keeps forgetting to throw them out
But we all know why she keeps them.
Because the silver one is for your house.
She still has all the keys that are of no use to her.
Like memories, they dangle in the space between your love,
She says she keeps forgetting to throw them out.
She says she’s sorry that she hasn’t thrown you out.
Not from that little space where your love used to be.
She says she’s trying
and please forgive...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#ILoveYou
#emotional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2018 2:35am
22nd Nov 2018 2:35am
November 21, 2018
A poem in which I am not the victim
At five years old
I am pushed off my scooter by a boy with dark hair.
I sit in silence as I wait for the teacher to escort me to the nurse’s office.
She tells me,
“you know he’s just messing with you because he likes you, right?”
At five years old I am not sure what that means
but I hold it in my hands like a keepsake.
We pass this down through generation after generation.
“He’s doing it because he likes you.”
Teaching young girls.
This is what love looks like.
Teaching...
At five years old
I am pushed off my scooter by a boy with dark hair.
I sit in silence as I wait for the teacher to escort me to the nurse’s office.
She tells me,
“you know he’s just messing with you because he likes you, right?”
At five years old I am not sure what that means
but I hold it in my hands like a keepsake.
We pass this down through generation after generation.
“He’s doing it because he likes you.”
Teaching young girls.
This is what love looks like.
Teaching...
#anger
#women
#men
#teens
#feminism
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 3:34pm
20th Nov 2018 3:34pm
My First Love
My first love taught me how to breathe again. She replaced all the nails in my throat with roses. Her favorite kind of flower. So that every breath I took was filled with a sweet aroma that reminded me of her. And when she left I choked on every last thorn in an attempt to swallow my sadness and forget the smell of roses. God, I hate roses. But I don’t hate her. I will love her until I learn to love myself again. Until I learn to breathe again.
~ My first love turned me into a walking garden and I’m still coughing up dead petals.
~ My first love turned me into a walking garden and I’m still coughing up dead petals.
#sadness
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
490 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2018 6:16pm
4th Nov 2018 6:16pm
Dear Shakespeare
Dear Shakespeare,
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings. I’ve never seen endings quite like fairytale endings. With happy families wishing nothing more than to be together.
My family never comes together much these days unless it’s for a funeral.
We cover up problems with dark sunglasses because dad loves to shout really loud. Loud enough to make mom fall down the stairs and baby to slip in the bathtub. Loud enough to knock the lamps to the ground and the doors of their hinges.
I’m sick of lying. We don’t...
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings. I’ve never seen endings quite like fairytale endings. With happy families wishing nothing more than to be together.
My family never comes together much these days unless it’s for a funeral.
We cover up problems with dark sunglasses because dad loves to shout really loud. Loud enough to make mom fall down the stairs and baby to slip in the bathtub. Loud enough to knock the lamps to the ground and the doors of their hinges.
I’m sick of lying. We don’t...
#heartbroken
#family
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2018 8:56pm
13th Oct 2018 8:56pm
Dear Diary Pt. 3
I think the bones in my fingers have grown, long enough to hold a gun or a hand.
My mother comes to my door much less often. She knows my blood no longer sleeps in my veins but on the floor next to all the hours of darkness my mind has been so intimate with.
She calls every once in a while, we talk about how nice the weather is. We don’t talk about how her heart shattered the very first time he hit her. We don’t talk about the last time she found me half past dead, shaking in a pool of my own blood. We don’t talk about how they’ve decided to finally get a divorce. ...
My mother comes to my door much less often. She knows my blood no longer sleeps in my veins but on the floor next to all the hours of darkness my mind has been so intimate with.
She calls every once in a while, we talk about how nice the weather is. We don’t talk about how her heart shattered the very first time he hit her. We don’t talk about the last time she found me half past dead, shaking in a pool of my own blood. We don’t talk about how they’ve decided to finally get a divorce. ...
#sadness
#depression
#mother
#parent
#SelfHarm
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2018 2:50am
6th Oct 2018 2:50am
Loving You
Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at.
Which is to say that I haven’t felt really good in long time.
Which is to say I miss the old me.
The happy me.
But of course I wouldn’t be able to recognize her
if I looked at her in the mirror
because we are not the same anymore.
Yours Truly, D <3
Which is to say that I haven’t felt really good in long time.
Which is to say I miss the old me.
The happy me.
But of course I wouldn’t be able to recognize her
if I looked at her in the mirror
because we are not the same anymore.
Yours Truly, D <3
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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