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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 9:53pm
26th Jan 2022 9:53pm
Pause
The crisp January air seems to gently torment my work worn hands,
Seeping through the cracks in my skin as if to slowly turn me to ice.
My hair flops stubbornly over my face, blocking my lips
From taking a long drag from a cigarette, so I pause to breathe it all in.
Eighteen wheelers whir by in what seems like a blink of the eye,
Dodging the shit boxes and eye candy as they fly past in a race to the finish line.
I wonder if they even stop to marvel at the tall rye grass
As it blows in waves across the fields,
Or the way the pine...
Seeping through the cracks in my skin as if to slowly turn me to ice.
My hair flops stubbornly over my face, blocking my lips
From taking a long drag from a cigarette, so I pause to breathe it all in.
Eighteen wheelers whir by in what seems like a blink of the eye,
Dodging the shit boxes and eye candy as they fly past in a race to the finish line.
I wonder if they even stop to marvel at the tall rye grass
As it blows in waves across the fields,
Or the way the pine...
#love
#beauty
#nature
#peace
#memories
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 12:57pm
26th Jan 2022 12:57pm
Come Back
The devil takes me apart
Piece by piece
Licking my essence from his fingers
And staring me down
With a horrid gleeful smile.
Gone is another piece of who I was;
Where the hell am I going now?
Piece by piece
Licking my essence from his fingers
And staring me down
With a horrid gleeful smile.
Gone is another piece of who I was;
Where the hell am I going now?
#addiction
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 12:56pm
26th Jan 2022 12:56pm
doesn't rhyme and doesn't reason (I'm Tired)
It starts with losing my appetite.
Nothing sounds good,
And the state of my kitchen sink and fridge
Is sad enough from neglect already.
My mouth grows cotton mouthed,
My throat hurts, and I cough more
From chain-smoking cigarettes
Until I run out, even if they're all I taste.
Crowds feel like suffocation,
And every conversation is a strain.
I have nothing to talk about,
And if I do, it's a thought of regret.
I see hands reaching out for me
Willing to be the one I can lean on,
But for some reason...
Nothing sounds good,
And the state of my kitchen sink and fridge
Is sad enough from neglect already.
My mouth grows cotton mouthed,
My throat hurts, and I cough more
From chain-smoking cigarettes
Until I run out, even if they're all I taste.
Crowds feel like suffocation,
And every conversation is a strain.
I have nothing to talk about,
And if I do, it's a thought of regret.
I see hands reaching out for me
Willing to be the one I can lean on,
But for some reason...
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#support
#SelfWorth
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 3:29am
26th Jan 2022 3:29am
Through Your Eyes
I imagine the endless questions
that have no satisfactory answer
when days turn into weeks
that you've not seen my face.
I see the look of hurt on your face,
the crestfallen expression
that takes over your pretty face
as excitement fades to disappointment
when I am late to show
or never show at all.
I imagine the chemicals in your brain
wiring themselves into a rollercoaster
of hopes up and fulfillment,
descending into a chasm of emptiness
and despair become all too familiar,
when the pattern I've...
that have no satisfactory answer
when days turn into weeks
that you've not seen my face.
I see the look of hurt on your face,
the crestfallen expression
that takes over your pretty face
as excitement fades to disappointment
when I am late to show
or never show at all.
I imagine the chemicals in your brain
wiring themselves into a rollercoaster
of hopes up and fulfillment,
descending into a chasm of emptiness
and despair become all too familiar,
when the pattern I've...
#love
#motherhood
#faith
#addiction
#daughter
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2022 1:10pm
19th Jan 2022 1:10pm
choking on every word I ever said
A moment of horror
Is realizing one of my biggest idols
In younger years
Did her makeup with the infamous "raccoon eyes" for a reason:
The same reason she was so skinny
And the same reason her music
Was so deliciously dark.
The poems I read with my young eyes
Were those of junkies,
And I saw nothing but a beautifully broken soul
Bleeding into their words
With such intensity
That it snatched me onto the page with it.
Now the only person I feel comfortable showing my dark side to
Is one of the same ...
Is realizing one of my biggest idols
In younger years
Did her makeup with the infamous "raccoon eyes" for a reason:
The same reason she was so skinny
And the same reason her music
Was so deliciously dark.
The poems I read with my young eyes
Were those of junkies,
And I saw nothing but a beautifully broken soul
Bleeding into their words
With such intensity
That it snatched me onto the page with it.
Now the only person I feel comfortable showing my dark side to
Is one of the same ...
#addiction
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2022 5:53am
19th Jan 2022 5:53am
Don't Wanna
I don't wanna fly no more.
I wanna sit back in the driver's seat
And cruise to the distant shore.
I wanna feel the wind in my hair.
I don't wanna be rigid, teeth clenched,
Numb to becoming one with the air.
I don't wanna sit eyes locked on nothing,
With my mind somewhere far away.
I wanna let the moment fill my heart with songs to sing.
I wanna sit back in the driver's seat
And cruise to the distant shore.
I wanna feel the wind in my hair.
I don't wanna be rigid, teeth clenched,
Numb to becoming one with the air.
I don't wanna sit eyes locked on nothing,
With my mind somewhere far away.
I wanna let the moment fill my heart with songs to sing.
#rebirth
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2022 5:05am
19th Jan 2022 5:05am
Late For Work
I must remember the jolt of sitting straight up in bed
Frantically grabbing at my phone for the time
With panic caught in my throat
And jumpstarting my heartbeat to send me tumbling to the floor...
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Missed calls flash across my screen
One by one in a persistent string
With previews of unread messages
I am too afraid to open and respond to
While I tear around the room like a maniac
Tears welling up as I inevitably smack the ground
Back from my trip to higher planes
And the earth around me seems to...
Frantically grabbing at my phone for the time
With panic caught in my throat
And jumpstarting my heartbeat to send me tumbling to the floor...
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Missed calls flash across my screen
One by one in a persistent string
With previews of unread messages
I am too afraid to open and respond to
While I tear around the room like a maniac
Tears welling up as I inevitably smack the ground
Back from my trip to higher planes
And the earth around me seems to...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
#LifeCycle
#responsibility
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2022 3:38pm
18th Jan 2022 3:38pm
Poor in Spirit
The accidental tragedies
That have plagued my life thus far
Taught me with a leather strap
All that I overlooked
When my decisions
Failed to be sufficient.
Acceptance is a bitter pill,
But dog eared corners
In chapters long over
Only bind me to regret,
Doomed to be forever
Doubling back to make sure.
Lately, I am poor in spirit,
And my strength fades fast.
I went from big ambitions
To trailer park withdrawals,
And grounding my feet
Seems impossible.
That have plagued my life thus far
Taught me with a leather strap
All that I overlooked
When my decisions
Failed to be sufficient.
Acceptance is a bitter pill,
But dog eared corners
In chapters long over
Only bind me to regret,
Doomed to be forever
Doubling back to make sure.
Lately, I am poor in spirit,
And my strength fades fast.
I went from big ambitions
To trailer park withdrawals,
And grounding my feet
Seems impossible.
#sadness
#depression
#regret
#dark
#addiction
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2022 2:08pm
18th Jan 2022 2:08pm
Empty Glamour
The red carpet looks extra bloody tonight
She steps out with demons hanging on her lackluster frame.
Bathed in the flashing lights, they wrap around her
Like a designer dress glittering in a fleeting moment of fame.
"Who are you wearing tonight?"
This addiction made it's head-turning entrance,
Accesorized with a thousand pages of psychology articles
To give the outfit a little extra something special
While we mix and match disorders.
Winging it with all the skill of a buffoon
That won't take good advice.
The maladaptive...
She steps out with demons hanging on her lackluster frame.
Bathed in the flashing lights, they wrap around her
Like a designer dress glittering in a fleeting moment of fame.
"Who are you wearing tonight?"
This addiction made it's head-turning entrance,
Accesorized with a thousand pages of psychology articles
To give the outfit a little extra something special
While we mix and match disorders.
Winging it with all the skill of a buffoon
That won't take good advice.
The maladaptive...
#abuse
#bipolar
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#DomesticViolence
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2022 00:07am
17th Jan 2022 00:07am
one step forward, two steps back
Some days I seem to be doing better,
And my mind is more alive and alert.
Other times, I look around and think
I've only decorated the walls
Of the same hole I dug,
And called it home.
And my mind is more alive and alert.
Other times, I look around and think
I've only decorated the walls
Of the same hole I dug,
And called it home.
#addiction
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 6:53pm
16th Jan 2022 6:53pm
Mourning
How strange it is to mourn the death
Of a version of myself that only existed
In a fragmented state within my head.
Things that might have been
Never quite materialized into being
And are more apparition than body.
So very often, the choices made
At the crossroads seem to follow me
Taunting me with all that passed me by.
How peculiar it is that invisible strangers
Can both look and speak like me
With a hand outstretched to lead me away!
Their familiarity wraps me up tight
In a warmth that feels...
Of a version of myself that only existed
In a fragmented state within my head.
Things that might have been
Never quite materialized into being
And are more apparition than body.
So very often, the choices made
At the crossroads seem to follow me
Taunting me with all that passed me by.
How peculiar it is that invisible strangers
Can both look and speak like me
With a hand outstretched to lead me away!
Their familiarity wraps me up tight
In a warmth that feels...
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
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