Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write mostly deep and melancholy poetry with lots of description. Every piece of my poems is meticulously thought over, so chances are its not a coincidence. If you notice something lmk! Would love to hear what you find <3
Me? Why me?
I will never understand unconditional love,
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#forgiveness
#despair
#emotions
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And we march on.
We can never go back.
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#despair
#acceptance
#denial #bittersweet
#denial #bittersweet
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A Sharpened Edge
It is interesting to see how siblings can grow so differently.
When raised in a house where you must fight to survive, you’d think everyone would come out covered in wounds but with a heart of hardened steel.
Shaped against a spilling wheel, a sharpened tongue.
But, not everyone is steel.
Some people are copper.
Or bronze.
Tin, even.
The battle would quickly dull their blade, their spirits.
They can be fixed with some time and effort, but is it worth it?
If they will break once more so soon?
A lot of people think about...
When raised in a house where you must fight to survive, you’d think everyone would come out covered in wounds but with a heart of hardened steel.
Shaped against a spilling wheel, a sharpened tongue.
But, not everyone is steel.
Some people are copper.
Or bronze.
Tin, even.
The battle would quickly dull their blade, their spirits.
They can be fixed with some time and effort, but is it worth it?
If they will break once more so soon?
A lot of people think about...
#children
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
#fear
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Another One, For You
My biggest fear with ADHD is forgetting the people I love most.
I often feel like I have dementia.
everything enters my mind,
Rests gently for a while,
Then quietly leaves.
There haven't been many “important figures” in my life.
Not as many as there is supposed to be.
While they are there,
I cherish them.
I care for them.
I'm there.
When they leave,
I'm fast to forget.
The emptiness from where they once lay consumes me,
But I am unsure it wasn’t always there.
It's the only true constant.
There...
I often feel like I have dementia.
everything enters my mind,
Rests gently for a while,
Then quietly leaves.
There haven't been many “important figures” in my life.
Not as many as there is supposed to be.
While they are there,
I cherish them.
I care for them.
I'm there.
When they leave,
I'm fast to forget.
The emptiness from where they once lay consumes me,
But I am unsure it wasn’t always there.
It's the only true constant.
There...
#grief
#death
#memories #ADHD
#memories #ADHD
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Can I go back please?
I didn't used to fear so much.
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself...
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself...
#sadness
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
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Pain is an old friend you invite for tea
Doing the right thing is known to hurt.
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#suffering
#hurt
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The Wolf's Lament
Do you think the wolf cried when it caught you?
Do you think it sobbed for hours after it consumed your heart, feasted on your soul?
You ran so fast,
You must have been exhausted.
You were so small,
Delicate and childlike.
Your grace was unknown,
Your mind not yet mature.
Your legs barely had enough strength to carry you,
And you had ran as much as you could.
When you dropped to the ground,
Feeling the bed you were soon to lie in,
Were you scared?
When those teeth wrapped carefully around your throat, ...
Do you think it sobbed for hours after it consumed your heart, feasted on your soul?
You ran so fast,
You must have been exhausted.
You were so small,
Delicate and childlike.
Your grace was unknown,
Your mind not yet mature.
Your legs barely had enough strength to carry you,
And you had ran as much as you could.
When you dropped to the ground,
Feeling the bed you were soon to lie in,
Were you scared?
When those teeth wrapped carefully around your throat, ...
#sadness
#teens
#childhood
#death
#hurt
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Sit, Stay, Beg.
You do not need to pity me.
I do enough myself.
I look back on my life,
And I see a small child,
Just trying to survive,
And being hated for it.
A child who was repeatedly beat into submission,
Who's demeanor reflects that of an abused dog.
I do not know who I am.
I do not know what to be.
I never learned how.
I am still small.
There is a constant scream in my mind.
One I haven't heard in a long time, yet it echoes timelessly.
I find some comfort in it's consistency.
I often express...
I do enough myself.
I look back on my life,
And I see a small child,
Just trying to survive,
And being hated for it.
A child who was repeatedly beat into submission,
Who's demeanor reflects that of an abused dog.
I do not know who I am.
I do not know what to be.
I never learned how.
I am still small.
There is a constant scream in my mind.
One I haven't heard in a long time, yet it echoes timelessly.
I find some comfort in it's consistency.
I often express...
#anxiety
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#emotional
#hurt
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Indefinite Yearning
It's a silly thing, watching someone else's love.
Craving it for yourself, but never granting the idea any value.
“Keep your hopes high, but attainable.”
It hurts to know your worth.
To know that all you are capable of,
is being a bystander.
Craving it for yourself, but never granting the idea any value.
“Keep your hopes high, but attainable.”
It hurts to know your worth.
To know that all you are capable of,
is being a bystander.
#love
#loneliness
#emotional #LookingForLove
#emotional #LookingForLove
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I can't be alone again
Stay by my side, for without you, I am adrift.
Your presence, the air that gives my lungs lift.
My stomach churns and I remain starving,
in hopes that pain will distract me from the ache that is the emptiness you fill.
Even if you are gone for a moment, just a moment,
Time stands still.
And though I wish for its gentle halt, I yearn to spend it with you, holding you, loving you.
I promise I will not love you gently.
My love with be strong and it will be hard, unbreaking.
Just keep me by your side.
Clip me on your bag,...
Your presence, the air that gives my lungs lift.
My stomach churns and I remain starving,
in hopes that pain will distract me from the ache that is the emptiness you fill.
Even if you are gone for a moment, just a moment,
Time stands still.
And though I wish for its gentle halt, I yearn to spend it with you, holding you, loving you.
I promise I will not love you gently.
My love with be strong and it will be hard, unbreaking.
Just keep me by your side.
Clip me on your bag,...
#love
#relationships
#separation
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This is Love
Love is leaving space in the dresser, because even though you have too many clothes, he likes to sleep in the bottom drawer.
#love
#cats
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Don't Pass Me By
They say time flies when you are having fun.
Dearest, I hope they are wrong.
I hunger for your embrace, for your touch against mine.
I hope the minutes we are together morph gently into hours,
the days to expand full-time.
For every moment we are entwined, I cherish with zest.
There is an ache in your absence, a longing unrest.
May our time together unfold in slow motion,
In a dance of eternity, our hearts in devotion.
I hope to hold onto every memory we make,
because no matter what happens,
you will have...
Dearest, I hope they are wrong.
I hunger for your embrace, for your touch against mine.
I hope the minutes we are together morph gently into hours,
the days to expand full-time.
For every moment we are entwined, I cherish with zest.
There is an ache in your absence, a longing unrest.
May our time together unfold in slow motion,
In a dance of eternity, our hearts in devotion.
I hope to hold onto every memory we make,
because no matter what happens,
you will have...
#love
#hope
#romantic
#obsession
#emotions
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