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.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2018 1:46am
1st Oct 2018 1:46am
Love Is...
Sometimes love is rough. Rough like sandpaper rubbing away the last remnants of her smiles.
Sometimes love is long. Sometimes you have to wait for love because sometimes love gets lost. Lost in between the islands your hearts call home.
You might see love. Love might have curly brown hair that she tucks behind her ears. Love might be shy Love might hate the way her glasses are too big for her face but you tell her she looks gorgeous in them. That makes love smile. Love hates her smile.
Sometimes love is late. She most likely won’t come when you want her to but she’ll come...
Sometimes love is long. Sometimes you have to wait for love because sometimes love gets lost. Lost in between the islands your hearts call home.
You might see love. Love might have curly brown hair that she tucks behind her ears. Love might be shy Love might hate the way her glasses are too big for her face but you tell her she looks gorgeous in them. That makes love smile. Love hates her smile.
Sometimes love is late. She most likely won’t come when you want her to but she’ll come...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#breakup
#FallingInLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2018 00:11am
15th Sep 2018 00:11am
Dear Diary Pt. 2
Dear Diary,
I think I am too much of a coward to actually kill myself so instead I tell you I’d much rather just die in my sleep. Maybe I’m just looking for something, something like a reaction, something that will remind me that you still care.
But you give a half ass smile and say you don’t know what you’d do if you lost me, you say the world wouldn’t spin on its fragile little axis the same if I was gone.
This is expected to make me feel better but it just reminds me that two years ago you left me and I don’t know if you know this but it would hurt way less to...
I think I am too much of a coward to actually kill myself so instead I tell you I’d much rather just die in my sleep. Maybe I’m just looking for something, something like a reaction, something that will remind me that you still care.
But you give a half ass smile and say you don’t know what you’d do if you lost me, you say the world wouldn’t spin on its fragile little axis the same if I was gone.
This is expected to make me feel better but it just reminds me that two years ago you left me and I don’t know if you know this but it would hurt way less to...
#love
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove
#emotional
#ForbiddenLove
442 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2018 00:08am
15th Sep 2018 00:08am
Dear Diary Pt. 1
Dear Diary,
He loves me...he loves me...he loves me. He doesn’t though does he. That look he gives is just for show. Showing a side of him I will only hear stories about. I wanna see that side of him. I would give anything for him to look at me that way and mean it.
Yours Truly, D <3
He loves me...he loves me...he loves me. He doesn’t though does he. That look he gives is just for show. Showing a side of him I will only hear stories about. I wanna see that side of him. I would give anything for him to look at me that way and mean it.
Yours Truly, D <3
#love
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2018 8:03pm
1st Aug 2018 8:03pm
To The Little Black Girl Inside of Me
They tell you that you are not really black expecting you to forget an entire piece of your being. Acting as if this is a compliment to you. A compliment you should be proud to receive because unlike your brother, this is as close as you’ll ever get to white privilege. To the little black girl inside of me. I remember the first time they called you mutt, smudging together your ancestry into unrecognizable pieces you never really knew in the first place. I remember when they compared you to Oreos. Dissecting your parts and only eating the ones they liked best. The ones that tasted the...
#identity
#oppression
#racism
#SelfReflection
#inequality
439 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2018 00:15am
13th Jul 2018 00:15am
First Love
My first love taught me how to breath 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 that sweet aroma that reminded me of my first love. 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 until I learn to love myself again. Until I learn to breath again.
#sadness
#love
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove
#FirstLove
478 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2018 5:15pm
29th Jun 2018 5:15pm
Bagpipes
It wasn’t always like this. I used to hear symphonies now I only hear bagpipes.
When did this happen? Was it last summer? If I’m honest I don’t really remember last summer.Because we were too occupied with ourselves and the booze. To remember anything else. I don’t remember anything else But the way your love felt. You were warm and tasted like cherries. I remember your hands stopped shaking when we kissed. I remember the way we kissed. So passionate and care free. I remember the way we loved. I’m tired of hearing bagpipes when I think of our love. Love, I wish we could make symphonies...
When did this happen? Was it last summer? If I’m honest I don’t really remember last summer.Because we were too occupied with ourselves and the booze. To remember anything else. I don’t remember anything else But the way your love felt. You were warm and tasted like cherries. I remember your hands stopped shaking when we kissed. I remember the way we kissed. So passionate and care free. I remember the way we loved. I’m tired of hearing bagpipes when I think of our love. Love, I wish we could make symphonies...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#dark
#alcohol
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2018 3:07am
17th Jun 2018 3:07am
Drowning
A poem in which Depression is the Ocean.
I know it’s cliche to say it feels like I’m drowning but it’s true. I have a million rocks in my pockets and there’s something pulling at my feet. There is a small ounce of hope that I see in the distance. There is a beach that houses only the worst parts of me. They like this. The sight of me fighting for air, fighting for a reason to live. Fighting the ocean they know will forever be my home. It’s dark outside, at least it is from my point of view. Not because I want the world the look this way but because that’s what storms bring. It’s...
I know it’s cliche to say it feels like I’m drowning but it’s true. I have a million rocks in my pockets and there’s something pulling at my feet. There is a small ounce of hope that I see in the distance. There is a beach that houses only the worst parts of me. They like this. The sight of me fighting for air, fighting for a reason to live. Fighting the ocean they know will forever be my home. It’s dark outside, at least it is from my point of view. Not because I want the world the look this way but because that’s what storms bring. It’s...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#emptiness
576 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2018 3:12am
30th May 2018 3:12am
What If
What if I told you I’m killing myself from the inside out?
We were kids falling in love and falling out with scars on our wrists and tears staining our bed sheets. Writing poems with children’s rhymes; still am, the only difference is your name is gone and our rhymes have run away with the ‘goodbye’ I couldn’t seem to let go.
What if I told you my dying wish would be to kiss you just one last time. My first and only time. We’re aging with the same scars on our wrists and the same memories in our heads - or at least in mine - and the same sappy lines of poetry that write you into...
We were kids falling in love and falling out with scars on our wrists and tears staining our bed sheets. Writing poems with children’s rhymes; still am, the only difference is your name is gone and our rhymes have run away with the ‘goodbye’ I couldn’t seem to let go.
What if I told you my dying wish would be to kiss you just one last time. My first and only time. We’re aging with the same scars on our wrists and the same memories in our heads - or at least in mine - and the same sappy lines of poetry that write you into...
#anxiety
#love
#loneliness
#WritingPoetry
#FallingInLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2018 9:56pm
17th May 2018 9:56pm
Help
You said you don’t like me because of what I do to myself
but you fail to realize that these things
I harbor in my mind like ships without sails are immovable.
Believe me I’ve tried. I still don’t know how to ask for help.
Growing up I had to kiss my own scars
and put my own band-aids on my scraped knees.
I’m sorry I grew up too fast
and my innocence stripped away by this cold and unforgiving world.
Because of this help became a far off island in the vast sea of black.
I live in this blackness and have known nothing but since birth. ...
but you fail to realize that these things
I harbor in my mind like ships without sails are immovable.
Believe me I’ve tried. I still don’t know how to ask for help.
Growing up I had to kiss my own scars
and put my own band-aids on my scraped knees.
I’m sorry I grew up too fast
and my innocence stripped away by this cold and unforgiving world.
Because of this help became a far off island in the vast sea of black.
I live in this blackness and have known nothing but since birth. ...
#love
#SelfReflection
615 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2018 2:44am
26th Apr 2018 2:44am
My Hopes: A Haiku
My thoughts devour me;
Let’s small talk and pretend that
Everything’s fine.
Let’s small talk and pretend that
Everything’s fine.
#sadness
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#LifeStruggles
458 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2018 2:35am
26th Apr 2018 2:35am
Last Night
Last night I drank enough vodka to fill a bathtub and I still remember everything you said to me. It sounded something like sweet lullabies and hushed laughs. It sounded like every night I've never had outside of this room. It sounded like everything was going to be alright. That was until I realized you had claws instead of hands. Ripping apart my flesh trying to reach my heart like you were digging for buried treasure. But the only thing you found was a hollowed out rib cage begging to be filled with treasure again. I don't think I'll ever have treasure again. Unless you come back to haunt...
#sadness
#love
#depression #alcohol
#depression #alcohol
485 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2018 11:14pm
17th Jan 2018 11:14pm
The last thing I need is another Love Poem
You are already so soft to me, not like anyone I’ve had before. And a gentle flowered turn of phrase {I love you} would feel more like defeat than anything else. I’ve lost too many wars with my own feelings, I don’t want this to be one, so I’m trying so hard to not want you this way or at least not this badly. And the trouble with me and love poems is I’ve written so many about the ones who loved me badly, I wouldn’t even know where to begin about someone who might actually do it right. Honestly the truth is I’m afraid that you’ll be just another person who got bored once the novelty wore...
#hope
#lover
#FallingInLove
#crush
#StreamOfConsciousness
573 reads
3 Comments
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