Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
You are taller than I remember
We both grew up,
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
#aging
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 3:13pm
5th Dec 2024 3:13pm
From My Fingers to My Toes
We are puzzle pieces of
everyone we have ever
been around.
It is both sad and beautiful.
A silly phrase that slips from my lips
almost like I had to say it
makes me reminisce
about where it came from.
Even if we don't talk anymore,
even if we never will again,
your habits still haunt me.
They play through my fingertips
to my shoulders
and spine
down to my toes.
Reenacting you,
like a play I have seen
so many times that
I've learned every word.
although you are not...
everyone we have ever
been around.
It is both sad and beautiful.
A silly phrase that slips from my lips
almost like I had to say it
makes me reminisce
about where it came from.
Even if we don't talk anymore,
even if we never will again,
your habits still haunt me.
They play through my fingertips
to my shoulders
and spine
down to my toes.
Reenacting you,
like a play I have seen
so many times that
I've learned every word.
although you are not...
#friendship
#grief
#love #memories
#love #memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 2:53pm
5th Dec 2024 2:53pm
A bite of Heaven
Creamy and
warm
enveloped by
softness
A delicate meal,
often blanketed with sauce.
a slightly sticky
dough shell
hiding away
rich secrets
Sometimes round,
sometimes square.
impatiently waiting
for them to rise
in the boiling water
with fingers pressed
into the warm stovetop
warm
enveloped by
softness
A delicate meal,
often blanketed with sauce.
a slightly sticky
dough shell
hiding away
rich secrets
Sometimes round,
sometimes square.
impatiently waiting
for them to rise
in the boiling water
with fingers pressed
into the warm stovetop
#food
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 4:19am
3rd Dec 2024 4:19am
Half full, half empty
My car rolls up
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
#MovingOn
#night
#snow
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:20am
3rd Dec 2024 2:20am
Don't Stop Moving
One shot,
fired loud into the thick air.
The night is dense,
the fog amidst a battleground.
It is quiet,
and so loud.
A spirit escapes,
into the nearby bushes.
Lights flash,
and tires squeal,
tearing through the silence.
The skin growing colder.
The scene is crowded,
but just for a moment.
Cars continue driving past.
Gasoline leaks onto the ground.
Note pads get filled,
and tape decorates the pump.
A hose clears the asphalt,
of the reddened fuel.
Once more, ...
fired loud into the thick air.
The night is dense,
the fog amidst a battleground.
It is quiet,
and so loud.
A spirit escapes,
into the nearby bushes.
Lights flash,
and tires squeal,
tearing through the silence.
The skin growing colder.
The scene is crowded,
but just for a moment.
Cars continue driving past.
Gasoline leaks onto the ground.
Note pads get filled,
and tape decorates the pump.
A hose clears the asphalt,
of the reddened fuel.
Once more, ...
#anger
#apathy
#dark #death
#dark #death
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2024 6:10pm
26th Nov 2024 6:10pm
11a688
I WANT TO BE ADMIRED. APPRECIATED. LIKED. I WANT SOMEONE TO BE LISTENING TO ME AND GET THAT LOOK ON THEIR FACE. IN THEIR EYES. WHERE IT IS SOFT AND THEY CAN'T HELP BEING IN LOVE WITH ME. I WANT TO BE LOVED. I WANT ALL THE THINGS I HAVE BEEN TOLD ARE MY FLAWS TO BE PRAISED AND DESIRED BECAUSE THEY ARE ME AND THEY ARE NOT FLAWS.
I TEND TO LOVE THINGS WITH MY ENTIRE BEING, AND I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN LOVE ANY DIFFERENTLY, OR WHY I AM SUPPOSED TO LOVE LESS.
I CAN ANALYSE EVERY SONG I LISTEN TO.
I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT EVERY BOOK I'VE EVER...
I TEND TO LOVE THINGS WITH MY ENTIRE BEING, AND I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN LOVE ANY DIFFERENTLY, OR WHY I AM SUPPOSED TO LOVE LESS.
I CAN ANALYSE EVERY SONG I LISTEN TO.
I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT EVERY BOOK I'VE EVER...
#friendship
#loneliness
#love #passion
#love #passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2024 2:10am
21st Nov 2024 2:10am
As it all falls down
I am sorry that you are here
with me
in this moment.
I know you'd rather be with
anyone
else.
And I am sad.
And you are there.
And we are stuck here.
This is an elevator that is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and
I am here with you.
I wouldn't want to be with
anyone
else.
And I feel your hand.
And your touch is warm.
And we are here...
with me
in this moment.
I know you'd rather be with
anyone
else.
And I am sad.
And you are there.
And we are stuck here.
This is an elevator that is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and
I am here with you.
I wouldn't want to be with
anyone
else.
And I feel your hand.
And your touch is warm.
And we are here...
#depression
#healing
#learning
#MentalHealth
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Nov 2024 10:54pm
16th Nov 2024 10:54pm
Change the Locks
scatterbrained,
feathers and pecking,
thoughts quick,
frantic checking.
the door is locked,
footsteps approach,
sweat sliding down,
a creeping roach.
It looks in your eyes,
you have no disguise.
knob turning,
knee hitting the wood,
still locked in a trance,
be understood.
one-click,
two-click,
three-click,
done.
time standing still,
yet persisting forward,
the door is now open,
you are cornered.
a question is asked,
yet...
feathers and pecking,
thoughts quick,
frantic checking.
the door is locked,
footsteps approach,
sweat sliding down,
a creeping roach.
It looks in your eyes,
you have no disguise.
knob turning,
knee hitting the wood,
still locked in a trance,
be understood.
one-click,
two-click,
three-click,
done.
time standing still,
yet persisting forward,
the door is now open,
you are cornered.
a question is asked,
yet...
#anxiety
#fear
#memories #scary
#memories #scary
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 2:41pm
14th Nov 2024 2:41pm
Overdue
Guilt enraptures skin
and flesh
till its bone
and blood.
Greedy fingers wanting
always wanting
never wrapping comfortably
around what they want.
Praise
a frivolous thing
handed to those
undeserving.
And I am one
who has not earned
what they desire
so deeply.
Claws rip deep
thoughts cut deeper
marrow mixing
yellow and red.
Snow and rain
sun changing them
yet do they
deserve to be changed?
and flesh
till its bone
and blood.
Greedy fingers wanting
always wanting
never wrapping comfortably
around what they want.
Praise
a frivolous thing
handed to those
undeserving.
And I am one
who has not earned
what they desire
so deeply.
Claws rip deep
thoughts cut deeper
marrow mixing
yellow and red.
Snow and rain
sun changing them
yet do they
deserve to be changed?
#forgiveness
#greed
#ImSorry #regret
#ImSorry #regret
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Nov 2024 11:02pm
12th Nov 2024 11:02pm
I still have a bitter taste in my mouth
Oh,
how bitter time makes us.
I have reflected and reviewed
each moment
every second
between us.
I used to feel sad.
Guilt like a weighted blanket.
Now I am mad.
Enraged.
I think about
how you didn't even see me.
My words wasted
on a greedy mind.
Oh, how I crave for you to know,
how you have cursed me.
Yet I doubt you have
even thought
about me
since I left.
It's too late now.
And I still worry.
What if you have grown?
What if...
how bitter time makes us.
I have reflected and reviewed
each moment
every second
between us.
I used to feel sad.
Guilt like a weighted blanket.
Now I am mad.
Enraged.
I think about
how you didn't even see me.
My words wasted
on a greedy mind.
Oh, how I crave for you to know,
how you have cursed me.
Yet I doubt you have
even thought
about me
since I left.
It's too late now.
And I still worry.
What if you have grown?
What if...
#anger
#hate
#MovingOn
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