Submissions by KittyFromHell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write mostly about my day to day emotions, experiences, and thoughts. Every fucked up thought I have usually ends up here.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2021 7:33am
30th Dec 2021 7:33am
Love Looks like Another Trick of the Devil
You weave such a pretty web
Of silky smooth assurances and grandeur,
Even the most guarded of women's hearts
Would flutter with ever-hopeful anticipation.
Somehow, my addlepated mind could truly believe
You to be a spiritual con man of lethal capability,
Speared perfectly into the soft, tender parts
Of a hardened but young and fragile one like me.
The warrior in me sees you for what you are
And she endlessly rages against the howling wind,
Shrieking that she will rise above these treacherous ways
And...
Of silky smooth assurances and grandeur,
Even the most guarded of women's hearts
Would flutter with ever-hopeful anticipation.
Somehow, my addlepated mind could truly believe
You to be a spiritual con man of lethal capability,
Speared perfectly into the soft, tender parts
Of a hardened but young and fragile one like me.
The warrior in me sees you for what you are
And she endlessly rages against the howling wind,
Shrieking that she will rise above these treacherous ways
And...
#love
#addiction
#manipulation
#deception
#fear
362 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2021 6:22am
23rd Dec 2021 6:22am
klusterf**kery
Everything and nothing:
Two things that should not coexist.
Thoughts chase themselves
Round and round in my brain,
And I can almost hear the scuffle
Of their clumsy feet.
Situations arise to challenge me
Ungracefully so.
They crash and fumble about
Like a bull in a china shop,
Surrounding me with the sound
Of rage, confusion, and breaking dishes.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
Two things that should not coexist.
Thoughts chase themselves
Round and round in my brain,
And I can almost hear the scuffle
Of their clumsy feet.
Situations arise to challenge me
Ungracefully so.
They crash and fumble about
Like a bull in a china shop,
Surrounding me with the sound
Of rage, confusion, and breaking dishes.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
#anxiety
#conflict
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#SelfReflection
343 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2021 4:35am
23rd Dec 2021 4:35am
Just Jump
I feel as if I am in a runaway hot air balloon
I do not know how to steer,
Drifting on the fronts of the wind,
With lips chapped and tongue parched.
Nightfall is coming,
And it seems no one knows I'm here alive.
I can no longer see the ground,
And even in crisis mode
I cannot bear the sound of my own thoughts.
To either stay or flee seems to lead to certain death
Either way I choose.
I peer over the side,
Close my eyes,
Draw in a deep breath,
Then feel myself falling
As I take the plunge.
I do not know how to steer,
Drifting on the fronts of the wind,
With lips chapped and tongue parched.
Nightfall is coming,
And it seems no one knows I'm here alive.
I can no longer see the ground,
And even in crisis mode
I cannot bear the sound of my own thoughts.
To either stay or flee seems to lead to certain death
Either way I choose.
I peer over the side,
Close my eyes,
Draw in a deep breath,
Then feel myself falling
As I take the plunge.
#confusion
275 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
Memory Collector
Nothing stays the same, I've found.
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
#love
#depression
#secrets
#storm
#memories
569 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:19pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:19pm
Self Harm
I sit crumpled into a shriveled little pile,
Stomach twisting into knots
And gagging up rotten tastes
That just sit on my tongue
Long after the sick fit has passed.
My lips feel like paper for skin,
And I ache in every inch of me.
My cells scream for water
And nourishment,
But I sit spell bound and dumb.
Blankly staring at the wall
Or my phone.
My head feels like it has been cut off
From the rest of my body
As it self destructs,
And part of me is starting not to mind.
I close my eyes imagining snip, snip,...
Stomach twisting into knots
And gagging up rotten tastes
That just sit on my tongue
Long after the sick fit has passed.
My lips feel like paper for skin,
And I ache in every inch of me.
My cells scream for water
And nourishment,
But I sit spell bound and dumb.
Blankly staring at the wall
Or my phone.
My head feels like it has been cut off
From the rest of my body
As it self destructs,
And part of me is starting not to mind.
I close my eyes imagining snip, snip,...
#addiction
482 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:49am
22nd Dec 2021 7:49am
My Day One
You knew me before all the damage was done.
Plucked from the crowd and placed together,
Back then it was random chance and innocent love.
Throughout the years, fate revealed a part of it's hand,
As paths split and rebelled yet remained somehow intertwined.
I'm standing here broken and afraid of even you,
You who has known me all these years.
You scolded me when I wasted my talents
Chasing temporary escapes
Until your voice grew tired
And my head was too far gone.
Now no one fusses or calls my bluff,
Just overly nice fronts that...
Plucked from the crowd and placed together,
Back then it was random chance and innocent love.
Throughout the years, fate revealed a part of it's hand,
As paths split and rebelled yet remained somehow intertwined.
I'm standing here broken and afraid of even you,
You who has known me all these years.
You scolded me when I wasted my talents
Chasing temporary escapes
Until your voice grew tired
And my head was too far gone.
Now no one fusses or calls my bluff,
Just overly nice fronts that...
#love
#depression
#BestFriend
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
551 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:45am
22nd Dec 2021 7:45am
Listening
Peace be still
No time for chills
Wrap that self hatred
In gasoline rags
And set that shit on fire.
My eyes are glistening
With singular words screaming
Echoing like a sermon in a sanctuary
Inside my head
Hammering in "worthy, worthy, worthy"
Like fighting an invisible cloud
Never knew silence was this loud
These days its all I know
Hoping for a quiet still voice
To direct me when all else is gone
No time for chills
Wrap that self hatred
In gasoline rags
And set that shit on fire.
My eyes are glistening
With singular words screaming
Echoing like a sermon in a sanctuary
Inside my head
Hammering in "worthy, worthy, worthy"
Like fighting an invisible cloud
Never knew silence was this loud
These days its all I know
Hoping for a quiet still voice
To direct me when all else is gone
#addiction
289 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 10:20pm
21st Dec 2021 10:20pm
Submission
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
729 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 10:02pm
21st Dec 2021 10:02pm
Babygirl's Happy Place
#anxiety
#erotic
#BDSM
#peace
#dirty
411 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 2:14pm
21st Dec 2021 2:14pm
Christmas Woes (2021)
Crestfallen faces don their daily front,
A strained smile accompanied by rehearsed lines
As if recorded in case of small talk.
Dollar store missions become windows for idle pondering
That turns into questioning their very existence,
Brought on by the smallest things:
A can of cranberry sauce or an extra extension cord that's naught to be found, so simple yet so central.
Or
Reaching for a loved ones favorite candy
Just to realize it was only a reflex,
And waves of grief rise up to consume.
...
A strained smile accompanied by rehearsed lines
As if recorded in case of small talk.
Dollar store missions become windows for idle pondering
That turns into questioning their very existence,
Brought on by the smallest things:
A can of cranberry sauce or an extra extension cord that's naught to be found, so simple yet so central.
Or
Reaching for a loved ones favorite candy
Just to realize it was only a reflex,
And waves of grief rise up to consume.
...
#love
#depression
#holiday
#spiritual
#magic
362 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 1:44pm
21st Dec 2021 1:44pm
Ascent
Barriers between planes melt.
An ascent on ashen wings
Into the night sky
As it stretches and yawns
When morning comes.
An ascent on ashen wings
Into the night sky
As it stretches and yawns
When morning comes.
#dreams
331 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2021 1:09pm
14th Dec 2021 1:09pm
Downer
I've become a downer these days
At a job where I'm supposed to smile.
Some days I only see the world
With a sense of magic and awe
When I get a glimpse
Through my daughter's eyes
A sense of adventure
Has become one of caution
And high alert,
Always restless.
I draw lines to connect dots
In the shattered expressions
Of stranger's eyes
As if I could see their armor
And entanglements
From battling the devil.
I see demons riding
Their coattails,
And I swear
That I've...
At a job where I'm supposed to smile.
Some days I only see the world
With a sense of magic and awe
When I get a glimpse
Through my daughter's eyes
A sense of adventure
Has become one of caution
And high alert,
Always restless.
I draw lines to connect dots
In the shattered expressions
Of stranger's eyes
As if I could see their armor
And entanglements
From battling the devil.
I see demons riding
Their coattails,
And I swear
That I've...
#depression
259 reads
2 Comments
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