Submissions by Hiraeth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I.

#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
459 reads
3 Comments
I Sold My Soul To The Devil.

#hate
#grief
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
679 reads
3 Comments
Love Can Be Messy.
Punctured
Wounded by words
You are a sniper
With perfect aim
And you went Straight for my heart
I love you
Yes
But sometimes
Love is not enough
I am guilty
Guilty of letting my emotions
Get the best of me
I know
I am not easy to love
But no one told me it could
Hurt this bad
No one told me
That love could be messy
That it could leave you with only
Some pieces of yourself
And Take the rest
Wounded by words
You are a sniper
With perfect aim
And you went Straight for my heart
I love you
Yes
But sometimes
Love is not enough
I am guilty
Guilty of letting my emotions
Get the best of me
I know
I am not easy to love
But no one told me it could
Hurt this bad
No one told me
That love could be messy
That it could leave you with only
Some pieces of yourself
And Take the rest
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
530 reads
4 Comments
Weeping Willow tree
Weeping willow wallowing loudly,
Do you weep for me?
Are you the soft whispers I hear,
When the wind kisses the trees?
Weeping willow wallowing loudly,
Have you suddenly grown feet?
Because the thought of you,
In my mind does creep.
Weeping willow wallowing loudly
Are you a boat with no sea?
My heart a steel cage,
And you hold the key.
Do you weep for me?
Are you the soft whispers I hear,
When the wind kisses the trees?
Weeping willow wallowing loudly,
Have you suddenly grown feet?
Because the thought of you,
In my mind does creep.
Weeping willow wallowing loudly
Are you a boat with no sea?
My heart a steel cage,
And you hold the key.
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
#admiration
571 reads
2 Comments
The Little Blue Pills.

#sadness
#anxiety
#dark
#confusion
#emptiness
449 reads
5 Comments
Invisible
I wear this cloak of invisibility that hides all of the cracks and missing pieces I have acquired along the way
I have dropped pieces and left them with people who do not deserve to have them
I have cuts and bruises mapped out across my body from battles that have shifted my personality
And I am broken from disappointment and unrequited love
Sometimes I am convinced that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, no silver lining, no play book to tell me what to do next
I let everything consume me, infect my head and change the way I think, I become overly...
I have dropped pieces and left them with people who do not deserve to have them
I have cuts and bruises mapped out across my body from battles that have shifted my personality
And I am broken from disappointment and unrequited love
Sometimes I am convinced that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, no silver lining, no play book to tell me what to do next
I let everything consume me, infect my head and change the way I think, I become overly...
#anger
#confusion
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
516 reads
5 Comments
Sometimes I find pt.3
Sometimes I find lines are blurry. When one thing starts another ends, and there is no getting around it. You're stuck, time stands still and people move in slow motion. It's terrifying. Your brain tells your feet to move but somehow they never receive the message. You can feel your heart beating outside of your chest. Everything in your body telling you to run , but only being able to stand still, you want to scream, bring your strengths and weaknesses to the surface and use them as ammunition.
#anxiety
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
493 reads
0 Comments
Zombify Me
Abstract figures Haunt me
Between dark corners of my un-spotless mind
Cradled between the old version of myself and who I want to be
Decisions have never come
Easily for me
Flame like fevers and night sweats
Get heavier and heavier to carry
Heavy comes in different sizes and shapes
I am tired of doing it alone
Jumping out of my seat for anyone who temporarily makes me happy
Killing the pain will pills and alcohol
Lying to myself to get through the day
Making jokes to hide the tears
Nothing helps anymore, nothing helps...
Between dark corners of my un-spotless mind
Cradled between the old version of myself and who I want to be
Decisions have never come
Easily for me
Flame like fevers and night sweats
Get heavier and heavier to carry
Heavy comes in different sizes and shapes
I am tired of doing it alone
Jumping out of my seat for anyone who temporarily makes me happy
Killing the pain will pills and alcohol
Lying to myself to get through the day
Making jokes to hide the tears
Nothing helps anymore, nothing helps...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#nightmares
496 reads
3 Comments
Sometimes I Find pt.2
Sometimes I find myself feeling invisible, like I am crying out for help but no one can hear me. A transparent figure that becomes a last thought or a warm memory when you need someone to help carry the weight, and I always help carry the weight. I am the second choice, the constant, something that will always be there no matter how many times you push me away. But you forget that I already carry my own dead weight, forget that vulnerability is not only for people who wear their emotions like their favorite winter sweater, forget that I have fought in battles that have nothing to do with me,...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#confusion
#emptiness
431 reads
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Sometimes I Find
Sometimes I find myself running out of breath. The air in my entire body looking for new ways to escape. My lungs wet, filled with everything that keeps me awake at night. I learned, a long time ago, that everyone has demons. Everyone has something that they hide behind pad locked doors and bury underneath baggage at the bottom of their closet. Everyone has demons, but some of us conquer them before we even get a chance to realize they exist, others wrestle with them everyday and every night. My demons come and go like waves. Waiting, watching, anticipating their next moves, and Although they...
#sadness
#anger
#rejection
#disappointment
#denial
544 reads
4 Comments
Gold.
I see fear in strong faces
Between healed bones
And night bruises
Strength carved out in hollow chests
We are all empty
Trying to cause our selves pain
In the name of art
Figuring out where we fit
Into the bigger picture
The picture we had no part in creating
I try, with the assumption that you'll do the same
But disappointment can be seductive
Hang over you like a tree that
Has started to decay
They mimic hollowed out bones in my face
You've gotten older
You do not smell as sweet
Your hair...
Between healed bones
And night bruises
Strength carved out in hollow chests
We are all empty
Trying to cause our selves pain
In the name of art
Figuring out where we fit
Into the bigger picture
The picture we had no part in creating
I try, with the assumption that you'll do the same
But disappointment can be seductive
Hang over you like a tree that
Has started to decay
They mimic hollowed out bones in my face
You've gotten older
You do not smell as sweet
Your hair...
#gothic
#narrative
#confessional
#mystery
#tragedy
790 reads
5 Comments
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