Submissions by Ilphdril
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since I was young, strayed away for some time, but hope to come back, as it is very therapeutic for me, and one of my deepest passions. I've striven hard to come to the point of being able to find happiness in my uniquely beautiful chaos.
I close my heart to the rain... (2013)
Sticking my head outside this window
into the rain I miss so much
brings little relief.
My eyes fall on someone else's flowers
in someone else's flowerbed
in someone else's yard...
I see my prized stroller,
faded and worn
left out in the rain.
It's Colorado, it will dry...
The unfallen tears in my soul
remain stagnant in my long pent up emotions
It's Colorado, I came out here to dry
like bleached bones in the high elevation sun
my pain is left to smolder silently
sometimes small explosions of expression
in...
into the rain I miss so much
brings little relief.
My eyes fall on someone else's flowers
in someone else's flowerbed
in someone else's yard...
I see my prized stroller,
faded and worn
left out in the rain.
It's Colorado, it will dry...
The unfallen tears in my soul
remain stagnant in my long pent up emotions
It's Colorado, I came out here to dry
like bleached bones in the high elevation sun
my pain is left to smolder silently
sometimes small explosions of expression
in...
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Strong Enough to Leave (2013)
There is no strength left
in the pit of my soul
it's empty in there
a big black hole
I try every day
to live through this hell
but you can't see me
I mean nothing -oh well
I'm tired of being the last one thought of
I'm tired of dreaming of a better love
I'm tired of wanting it all from you
only to be swept away in my dreams by some other dude
you haven't been there
when I needed you most
you treat me like I'm failing
no matter how much I give up
I'm starting to believe you really don't care
it's scares me ...
in the pit of my soul
it's empty in there
a big black hole
I try every day
to live through this hell
but you can't see me
I mean nothing -oh well
I'm tired of being the last one thought of
I'm tired of dreaming of a better love
I'm tired of wanting it all from you
only to be swept away in my dreams by some other dude
you haven't been there
when I needed you most
you treat me like I'm failing
no matter how much I give up
I'm starting to believe you really don't care
it's scares me ...
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Pretend
Stiffen up those lips
They weren't made to kiss
They were made to smile it all away
Ever since Ten Years...
She swore no one would ever have that power over her ever again
Now it's her turn to cause the pain
Where she walks the tears will come
In her wake a flood of hurt
She takes no pride in this evil
Tired of pretending
But no one wants to lift the veil
Of her pride
Where she hides
All her weaknesses
Out of sight
She makes light
Of the jabs she's grown used to
Being brushed off
Overlooked
She...
They weren't made to kiss
They were made to smile it all away
Ever since Ten Years...
She swore no one would ever have that power over her ever again
Now it's her turn to cause the pain
Where she walks the tears will come
In her wake a flood of hurt
She takes no pride in this evil
Tired of pretending
But no one wants to lift the veil
Of her pride
Where she hides
All her weaknesses
Out of sight
She makes light
Of the jabs she's grown used to
Being brushed off
Overlooked
She...
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Depression
Dark.
Haze.
So deep I can't see out.
No desire for things I love.
Nothing.
In this twilight world where nothing matters
I cease to care about
even my most loved relationships and hobbies...
Rejection.
Again.
Always.
Painful.
Never ending, never stopping. Always there.
Those feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, helplessness.
Feeling undesirable, unwanted, unloved,
unattractive, unappreciated...
Just. Useless...
Trying to indulge in hours of one of my fondest passions -having looked...
Haze.
So deep I can't see out.
No desire for things I love.
Nothing.
In this twilight world where nothing matters
I cease to care about
even my most loved relationships and hobbies...
Rejection.
Again.
Always.
Painful.
Never ending, never stopping. Always there.
Those feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, helplessness.
Feeling undesirable, unwanted, unloved,
unattractive, unappreciated...
Just. Useless...
Trying to indulge in hours of one of my fondest passions -having looked...
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You Can scream if you want to...
That feeling
welling up from the innermost part of my core
threatening to cause tears
which begin to form in my eyes
driving fast down the highway
music turned up to one song on repeat
windows down beckoning the chill air to whip at my hair
heat on full blast...
the mixture of the cold and heat -two extremes
blowing at me with force
Pressure...
I need the pressure
I need the speed
to quench the pain inside of me
and when it all builds up to a climax
I can allow myself to scream
no one hears...
welling up from the innermost part of my core
threatening to cause tears
which begin to form in my eyes
driving fast down the highway
music turned up to one song on repeat
windows down beckoning the chill air to whip at my hair
heat on full blast...
the mixture of the cold and heat -two extremes
blowing at me with force
Pressure...
I need the pressure
I need the speed
to quench the pain inside of me
and when it all builds up to a climax
I can allow myself to scream
no one hears...
525 reads
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Eyes of a Deer...
The eyes of a deer
dart quickly back and forth
never stopping
never trusting
always searching
searching for the danger it knows is there
It's always there.
lurking
stalking
smiling
behind kind eyes lies the cold cruel reality
No one is who they say they are.
who they'd have you think they are
deer eyes
flitting
darting
searching
for one who is true to word and refuses to hide
behind a smile
behind an empty kind word
deer eyes.
surrounded by indifferent wolves...
dart quickly back and forth
never stopping
never trusting
always searching
searching for the danger it knows is there
It's always there.
lurking
stalking
smiling
behind kind eyes lies the cold cruel reality
No one is who they say they are.
who they'd have you think they are
deer eyes
flitting
darting
searching
for one who is true to word and refuses to hide
behind a smile
behind an empty kind word
deer eyes.
surrounded by indifferent wolves...
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