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
7th Dec 2017 12:15pm
7th Dec 2017 12:15pm
The Hardest Thing I've had to do
The first time I saw you,
you were sifting in between the books
in the Horror section of Books-A-Million.
That moment it felt like a million butterflies
were all simultaneously flapping their wings
inside of me.
I didn’t know at the time that you
would mean this much to me.
You see,
I wouldn’t say I am the loving type.
I’d much rather call you a cab in the morning
than have to deal with the stress of always needing to be enough.
I would much rather sleep with only my demons invading
the empty corridors of my mind ...
you were sifting in between the books
in the Horror section of Books-A-Million.
That moment it felt like a million butterflies
were all simultaneously flapping their wings
inside of me.
I didn’t know at the time that you
would mean this much to me.
You see,
I wouldn’t say I am the loving type.
I’d much rather call you a cab in the morning
than have to deal with the stress of always needing to be enough.
I would much rather sleep with only my demons invading
the empty corridors of my mind ...
#love
#relationships
#LifeStruggles #FallingInLove
#LifeStruggles #FallingInLove
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 3:02am
11th Oct 2017 3:02am
I Wonder
As I look at the stars,
I wonder if you wonder why
I’m terrified to drive at night.
I wonder if you wonder why
I hate the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol
on the breathe of men I’m not interested in.
I wonder if you wonder why wood floors scare me
to the point of tears because
they harbor so many memories I don’t want to remember.
I wonder if you wonder why I don’t want to remember.
I wonder if you remember.
But you probably don’t.
Remember
I hate the sound of jingling keys.
They...
I wonder if you wonder why
I’m terrified to drive at night.
I wonder if you wonder why
I hate the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol
on the breathe of men I’m not interested in.
I wonder if you wonder why wood floors scare me
to the point of tears because
they harbor so many memories I don’t want to remember.
I wonder if you wonder why I don’t want to remember.
I wonder if you remember.
But you probably don’t.
Remember
I hate the sound of jingling keys.
They...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken #LifeStruggles
#heartbroken #LifeStruggles
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2017 00:21am
1st Oct 2017 00:21am
Take Me Back
Take me back to last summer when sleep didn’t exist.
All I have memories of is your body wrapped in nothing
but thick warm clouds of smoke.
Our hands held each other like
we were holding onto our last cigarette.
You and I were like fire and kerosene
but what we did that summer was magical.
My love, you were everything I could ever ask
but you were killing me and I loved it.
You and I were like fire and kerosene
but our love was magical.
Or the love I thought we had.
That summer we did everything we weren’t supposed to ...
All I have memories of is your body wrapped in nothing
but thick warm clouds of smoke.
Our hands held each other like
we were holding onto our last cigarette.
You and I were like fire and kerosene
but what we did that summer was magical.
My love, you were everything I could ever ask
but you were killing me and I loved it.
You and I were like fire and kerosene
but our love was magical.
Or the love I thought we had.
That summer we did everything we weren’t supposed to ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#love
#loneliness
#heartbroken
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2017 00:19am
1st Oct 2017 00:19am
What Love Has Taught Me
Love has taught me how to kiss.
How to hold her and wrap my legs around her
and kiss her until my cheeks are as pink as her old bed sheets.
Love has taught me how to fight,
to yell, to scream, to bleed,
and to love and love and love again.
And love taught me how to mend,
to stitch together the ripped seams,
with a sharp needle and trembling fingers,
with messy stitches that are bound to unravel anyway.
But love taught me to at least try.
Try to fix it.
Try to fix her.
And if it fails,
you...
How to hold her and wrap my legs around her
and kiss her until my cheeks are as pink as her old bed sheets.
Love has taught me how to fight,
to yell, to scream, to bleed,
and to love and love and love again.
And love taught me how to mend,
to stitch together the ripped seams,
with a sharp needle and trembling fingers,
with messy stitches that are bound to unravel anyway.
But love taught me to at least try.
Try to fix it.
Try to fix her.
And if it fails,
you...
#love
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 7:34pm
26th Aug 2017 7:34pm
WHY?
I don't talk because my throat is filled with nails
and every time I'm asked how I feel
it's like another is added to my gallery.
Sometimes I can't breath in the place
because this medicine makes my chest feel heavy
and makes it hard to breath for days.
I'm on these meds because of what I do to myself.
When my doctor asks me how I feel,
his face twists in disgust when I actually tell him so I don't.
Instead I tell him what he wants to hear,
that I'm doing okay now.
Better than before but that's not the truth.
...
and every time I'm asked how I feel
it's like another is added to my gallery.
Sometimes I can't breath in the place
because this medicine makes my chest feel heavy
and makes it hard to breath for days.
I'm on these meds because of what I do to myself.
When my doctor asks me how I feel,
his face twists in disgust when I actually tell him so I don't.
Instead I tell him what he wants to hear,
that I'm doing okay now.
Better than before but that's not the truth.
...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2017 7:02pm
28th Jul 2017 7:02pm
Diary of Melancholic
My best friend tells me I have a purpose in life,
I just have to live long enough to see it.
And you know, I'd love to believe him.
He's been by my side for years, he should know me, right?
But if I'm honest, I'm doubting him.
How could he know what my future holds when he doesn't even know his own?
He's scared of it and he let's me know.
And I tell him you can't control the future,
you can only try to guide it in the right direction.
This normally eases his mind,
and I'm sure he thinks that by telling me I should live, ...
I just have to live long enough to see it.
And you know, I'd love to believe him.
He's been by my side for years, he should know me, right?
But if I'm honest, I'm doubting him.
How could he know what my future holds when he doesn't even know his own?
He's scared of it and he let's me know.
And I tell him you can't control the future,
you can only try to guide it in the right direction.
This normally eases his mind,
and I'm sure he thinks that by telling me I should live, ...
#depression
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2017 4:51am
26th Jul 2017 4:51am
Must It Always End Like This
Heart break makes people so cold.
1) She still loves a boy who broke the bones beneath her fingers.
2) She let a boy use her for months. He just bled her completely dry , told her
“this is how love works.” You bleed and bleed and bleed and they always expect more, don’t they?
3) She gave her heart to a boy who turned her into bleeding poetry, he bled her from the pen. Turned her into a sunset, made her feel so real, so rare. He left and she crumbled and she hasn’t been able to hold a pen the same since.
4) He loved so many girls...
1) She still loves a boy who broke the bones beneath her fingers.
2) She let a boy use her for months. He just bled her completely dry , told her
“this is how love works.” You bleed and bleed and bleed and they always expect more, don’t they?
3) She gave her heart to a boy who turned her into bleeding poetry, he bled her from the pen. Turned her into a sunset, made her feel so real, so rare. He left and she crumbled and she hasn’t been able to hold a pen the same since.
4) He loved so many girls...
#sadness
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
#FallingInLove
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 3:45am
2nd Jun 2017 3:45am
Days Like Today
Last week my mom pulled me
aside at a Mother's Day party and asked me if I was ok.
What she really meant to ask was
"are you still taking your medication."
I reply
"yes, I am fine."
Even though it's not the truth.
I should have told her that these recent
nights have ended in nothing but lying
on the kitchen floor immersing myself in a
bottle of vodka and
thinking about the things I could
have been doing instead of this.
I should have told her that this
is the first time I've been out of bed
for weeks. ...
aside at a Mother's Day party and asked me if I was ok.
What she really meant to ask was
"are you still taking your medication."
I reply
"yes, I am fine."
Even though it's not the truth.
I should have told her that these recent
nights have ended in nothing but lying
on the kitchen floor immersing myself in a
bottle of vodka and
thinking about the things I could
have been doing instead of this.
I should have told her that this
is the first time I've been out of bed
for weeks. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2017 4:22am
26th May 2017 4:22am
Alcohol
It felt like fire in
The back of my throat.
That night when you
Called me at 4 am just to
Say “hey”.
The whiskey dripped down
Off your lips and stung as it
Followed your tongue.
I didn’t say anything because
It had been so long since the
Last time I felt your lips.
I didn’t care that you had been
Drinking and that you probably
Wouldn’t remember me the next
Day.
I didn’t care that your hair was a mess
Because so was my life.
I didn’t care that you had lipstick
On your collar from the girl...
The back of my throat.
That night when you
Called me at 4 am just to
Say “hey”.
The whiskey dripped down
Off your lips and stung as it
Followed your tongue.
I didn’t say anything because
It had been so long since the
Last time I felt your lips.
I didn’t care that you had been
Drinking and that you probably
Wouldn’t remember me the next
Day.
I didn’t care that your hair was a mess
Because so was my life.
I didn’t care that you had lipstick
On your collar from the girl...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2017 5:07pm
21st Mar 2017 5:07pm
Party
One of the worst things you can tell me
is I am fine because
I look so happy.
Happy is an emotion that does not register
in my brain anymore.
Smiles no longer com easy.
When they put me on Asendin
there was no need for sleep anymore.
I woke up before the sun came out
and smiled at everyone I passed for no reason.
I know that wasn’t me,
it was the drugs talking.
It was always the drugs.
Now that I’m off Asendin,
my bed has become a black hole
I cannot climb out of.
A makeshift safe haven I have built...
is I am fine because
I look so happy.
Happy is an emotion that does not register
in my brain anymore.
Smiles no longer com easy.
When they put me on Asendin
there was no need for sleep anymore.
I woke up before the sun came out
and smiled at everyone I passed for no reason.
I know that wasn’t me,
it was the drugs talking.
It was always the drugs.
Now that I’m off Asendin,
my bed has become a black hole
I cannot climb out of.
A makeshift safe haven I have built...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 2:25pm
18th Mar 2017 2:25pm
Afraid
I wouldn't say I'm living
not anymore.
It feels like I am walking through
a life that is not my own.
Nothing feels the same.
My bed is cold on both sides now.
The blankets don't keep me warm.
The dark isn't so scary.
I was only afraid of the dark
because you told me
I should be.
Now that you're gone.
The shadows seem welcoming.
I no longer shut my eyes in hopes
that when I open them I see light.
Now the dark is my safe haven.
I was only afraid of the dark
because you told me
I had to be. ...
not anymore.
It feels like I am walking through
a life that is not my own.
Nothing feels the same.
My bed is cold on both sides now.
The blankets don't keep me warm.
The dark isn't so scary.
I was only afraid of the dark
because you told me
I should be.
Now that you're gone.
The shadows seem welcoming.
I no longer shut my eyes in hopes
that when I open them I see light.
Now the dark is my safe haven.
I was only afraid of the dark
because you told me
I had to be. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 2:33pm
1st Mar 2017 2:33pm
How
How am I supposed to love myself
When my reflection in the mirror
Is stained with fingerprints of
People who didn't even care to learn my
Favorite color.
How am I supposed to love myself
With blood dripping from
Open wounds from every goodbye
That was carved out of my arms.
How am Isupposed to love myself
When I have no heart left
Because I gave it away to every person
In hopes they would stay
How am I supposed to love myself
When no one else wanted to.
When my reflection in the mirror
Is stained with fingerprints of
People who didn't even care to learn my
Favorite color.
How am I supposed to love myself
With blood dripping from
Open wounds from every goodbye
That was carved out of my arms.
How am Isupposed to love myself
When I have no heart left
Because I gave it away to every person
In hopes they would stay
How am I supposed to love myself
When no one else wanted to.
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