Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
Mac & Cheese
Eating Mac and cheese at 3am
Wait for you to call me once again
I just need to hear you tell me that you love me
Cause darling, I’m feeling oh so lonely
Sitting on my roof, lookin at the stars
Looking at you, from so far
The stars they twinkle like your eyes,
Green or blue or brown
Last time I saw you was a month ago
And I would forget but you said don’t let me go
So I am sitting here at 3am
Eating Mac and cheese once again
Sitting on my roof, looking at the stars
Looking for you, I don’t know where you are ...
Wait for you to call me once again
I just need to hear you tell me that you love me
Cause darling, I’m feeling oh so lonely
Sitting on my roof, lookin at the stars
Looking at you, from so far
The stars they twinkle like your eyes,
Green or blue or brown
Last time I saw you was a month ago
And I would forget but you said don’t let me go
So I am sitting here at 3am
Eating Mac and cheese once again
Sitting on my roof, looking at the stars
Looking for you, I don’t know where you are ...
#love
#FeelingLost
#emotions
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The stories on my desk
Starring at my messy desk, covered in movies, Easter jelly beans, a bent up fork , medicines, a bowl from a about week ago, a can of unopened soup, a dusty mirror, my cats old collar, a wooden pose doll, 3 electric candles, an old camera, 2 cups full of pencils, an open unused mini sketch pad, a brick of glass with a cat photo attached, a broken glass heart, a library card, and a box I can’t open.
Why did I tell you all that?
Because no one else can.
Each item on my desk is there because it has a story.
After all, that’s why I have them.
The How to train your...
Why did I tell you all that?
Because no one else can.
Each item on my desk is there because it has a story.
After all, that’s why I have them.
The How to train your...
#home
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To my first love,
I loved the person I pretended you are
How you would hold me tight and not ask for more
How you would play games and not make them gross
How you would tell me you loved me, and not force me to say it back.
You were amazing
The perfect person
And even though I was lying
To everyone
To myself
I pretended I loved you
And not the person I pretended you are
How you would hold me tight and not ask for more
How you would play games and not make them gross
How you would tell me you loved me, and not force me to say it back.
You were amazing
The perfect person
And even though I was lying
To everyone
To myself
I pretended I loved you
And not the person I pretended you are
#love
#hope
#heartbroken
#breakup
#faith
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Music, my love
oh, music
my love
my dearest one
oh how I love you
I listen to you
day and night
I sing your tunes
I praise your skill
oh how I love you
Your lyrics consist of poems
poems written by those in love
in grief
in despair
in ecstasy
oh how I love you
You write your stories into my heart
I can feel your melodies flowing in my blood
All you do is give my dear
You are always sharing yourself for everyone
oh, how deeply I love you
my love
my dearest one
oh how I love you
I listen to you
day and night
I sing your tunes
I praise your skill
oh how I love you
Your lyrics consist of poems
poems written by those in love
in grief
in despair
in ecstasy
oh how I love you
You write your stories into my heart
I can feel your melodies flowing in my blood
All you do is give my dear
You are always sharing yourself for everyone
oh, how deeply I love you
#lover
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
#obsession
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Playing Pretend
The warmth burned my skin.
Flames licking my back.
The sun was tickling my cheeks.
Wind gently blowing my hair.
This sounds like a magical feeling right?
It tastes like red and yellow skittles cold from a rainy Halloween night.
It smells the morning when you are off to school and the world is drowned in fog, the grass under your feet still wet from a storm long gone.
It looks like the sun shinning after a long day at practice, the sky a bright orangey purple, and the grass a warm green.
It sounds like a rainy night, up at 3 am singing softy along with...
Flames licking my back.
The sun was tickling my cheeks.
Wind gently blowing my hair.
This sounds like a magical feeling right?
It tastes like red and yellow skittles cold from a rainy Halloween night.
It smells the morning when you are off to school and the world is drowned in fog, the grass under your feet still wet from a storm long gone.
It looks like the sun shinning after a long day at practice, the sky a bright orangey purple, and the grass a warm green.
It sounds like a rainy night, up at 3 am singing softy along with...
#emptiness
#apathy
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One Today
A little girl all dressed in rainbows
whose smile was a fire
whose hair was a river
who laughed as it rained
who had shoes pink as snow
whose eyes were the sun and moon
Whose smile is a locked door
Whose hair is a prison
Who laughs as a secret
Who has shoes browns and clunky
Whose eyes reflect like a mirror, never showing the inside
Hidden constantly in his head, hiding from every word
Who is he?
A little boy all dressed in rainbows
Whose...
whose smile was a fire
whose hair was a river
who laughed as it rained
who had shoes pink as snow
whose eyes were the sun and moon
Whose smile is a locked door
Whose hair is a prison
Who laughs as a secret
Who has shoes browns and clunky
Whose eyes reflect like a mirror, never showing the inside
Hidden constantly in his head, hiding from every word
Who is he?
A little boy all dressed in rainbows
Whose...
#childhood
#confusion
#aging
#transgender
#curse
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Silly boys
Oh you silly boy
Why are you grabbing at the cat
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you pulling girl’s hair
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you drinking so much
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you grabbing at her
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you not listening
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you not letting het go
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you wrapping your hands...
Why are you grabbing at the cat
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you pulling girl’s hair
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you drinking so much
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you grabbing at her
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you not listening
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you not letting het go
What a silly silly boy
Oh you silly boy
Why are you wrapping your hands...
#anger
#men
#violence
#evil
#scary
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Water
Flowing rushing turning
My head
Like water
Rushing rambling rolling
Brain filled
Thoughts overflowing
Turning tumbling toiling
Despair, regret
My bones crunching
Different for everyone
Head filled with water
Being what everyone wants
And what everyone needs
Water
rambling rolling tumbling toiling
A secret cabinet filled with files
All the secrets needed to fulfil my role
Rolling in my brain
Toiling with my thoughts
I can be anything I need to be
Fill any container
Fit in any place
I...
My head
Like water
Rushing rambling rolling
Brain filled
Thoughts overflowing
Turning tumbling toiling
Despair, regret
My bones crunching
Different for everyone
Head filled with water
Being what everyone wants
And what everyone needs
Water
rambling rolling tumbling toiling
A secret cabinet filled with files
All the secrets needed to fulfil my role
Rolling in my brain
Toiling with my thoughts
I can be anything I need to be
Fill any container
Fit in any place
I...
#loneliness
#misunderstood
#frustration
#emptiness
#apathy
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You are not scared.
He was about to jump off. Off of that tree so high. The stars swirled and shimmered, the wind whispering for him to do it. It pushed against his back, urging him off the edge. He was about to do it. He would jump. But as he took a final glance down, he saw these bright, aching eyes. The pain in those eyes matched his own. Sweat covered his back, as his spine became laced with fear. The eyes flickered and a dark shadowy head rose from the darkness. He tried to scoot back, but the tree limb was too small. The shadowy creature crawled closer. He didn’t know what to do, so he sat shakily and...
#dark
#death
#suicide
#monsters
#apathy
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"Just Focus"
Gentle tapping
Squeaking chairs
Pulsing water
Clicking pens
Pulling skin on the edge of my fingers
Ripping nails till they start to bleed
Cracking knuckles till they ache
Straining the bruise covering my hands
Small lights in the concaves of my eyes
Creatures lurking in the dark
I cannot see them
No one can
tapping getting louder
squeaking becoming unbearable
water rushing faster
pens clicking more
More
More
Stop.
Squeaking chairs
Pulsing water
Clicking pens
Pulling skin on the edge of my fingers
Ripping nails till they start to bleed
Cracking knuckles till they ache
Straining the bruise covering my hands
Small lights in the concaves of my eyes
Creatures lurking in the dark
I cannot see them
No one can
tapping getting louder
squeaking becoming unbearable
water rushing faster
pens clicking more
More
More
Stop.
#anxiety
#FreeVerse
#frustration #fear
#frustration #fear
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