Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
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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SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Sleep well
I find roadkill strangely beautiful.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
#animals
#death
#peace #sleep
#peace #sleep
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2024 6:24pm
1st Nov 2024 6:24pm
I see you often
You are
the sun on my bed
on a calm afternoon
the orange in the leaves
during the change to autumn
the smell of clothes
after they have just been washed
the large chunk of chocolate
in my ice cream
the quiet whirring
of the fan overhead
the sun on my bed
on a calm afternoon
the orange in the leaves
during the change to autumn
the smell of clothes
after they have just been washed
the large chunk of chocolate
in my ice cream
the quiet whirring
of the fan overhead
#crush
#dating
#FallingInLove #love
#FallingInLove #love
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2024 5:16pm
31st Oct 2024 5:16pm
I Don't Smoke
My mind is always thinking of you,
and it's like you are
smoke.
You stick in my mind,
like the smell lingers in clothes,
and like how it clings to the walls of this house.
And I find myself,
doing laundry slowly,
so I can inhale each thought once more.
There is a fear,
that after each wash,
you will not be there.
But I hope my mind holds onto you
like the walls here changed color.
The nicotine mixed into the paint.
You mixed into my soul.
I don't smoke,
but I find myself, ...
and it's like you are
smoke.
You stick in my mind,
like the smell lingers in clothes,
and like how it clings to the walls of this house.
And I find myself,
doing laundry slowly,
so I can inhale each thought once more.
There is a fear,
that after each wash,
you will not be there.
But I hope my mind holds onto you
like the walls here changed color.
The nicotine mixed into the paint.
You mixed into my soul.
I don't smoke,
but I find myself, ...
#dating
#greed
#love
#lust
#passion
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2024 5:03pm
31st Oct 2024 5:03pm
Obsession or Devotion (is there a difference?)
I see love as an intense devotion
getting down on my knees and exclaiming:
"PLEASE KEEP ME."
With such desperation,
Like a dog begging for its last meal.
Pitiful, really.
It is so hard to picture myself as anything desired,
that my imagination can only conjure a place
where I am pleading for tolerance of my presence.
If I am to be starry-eyed
and endlessly devoted,
I pray it is for someone who deserves it.
getting down on my knees and exclaiming:
"PLEASE KEEP ME."
With such desperation,
Like a dog begging for its last meal.
Pitiful, really.
It is so hard to picture myself as anything desired,
that my imagination can only conjure a place
where I am pleading for tolerance of my presence.
If I am to be starry-eyed
and endlessly devoted,
I pray it is for someone who deserves it.
#hurt
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2024 1:18pm
29th Oct 2024 1:18pm
There is No Floor Here
I want to be possessive of you.
Reminding you how much I want you,
in my life,
and in my space.
There is a desperation to cry out:
"YOU ARE MINE."
"You are mine."
Picture the life I see for us,
see it the same way I do.
Long car rides,
holding your hand,
sun-coated mornings,
quiet evenings.
It's a little mundane,
I know.
Yet it's all I want in the world.
You.
With me.
And each scene plays over in my...
Reminding you how much I want you,
in my life,
and in my space.
There is a desperation to cry out:
"YOU ARE MINE."
"You are mine."
Picture the life I see for us,
see it the same way I do.
Long car rides,
holding your hand,
sun-coated mornings,
quiet evenings.
It's a little mundane,
I know.
Yet it's all I want in the world.
You.
With me.
And each scene plays over in my...
#boyfriend
#crush
#FallingInLove
#girlfriend
#LookingForLove
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 1:22am
25th Oct 2024 1:22am
Conversation with myself
Please stop screwing up your life.
It's my life too.
It's my life too.
#confessional
#myself
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 6:28pm
22nd Oct 2024 6:28pm
Ask Me
I want you to ask.
What's my favorite color?
What's my favorite food?
Who is my favorite artist?
I want you to ask me why.
Why do I love this painting?
Why do I listen to this song?
Why are you my favorite color?
Please, examine me.
Learn me.
Feel me.
Ask me.
I want my being to be
completely mapped out and
rewritten over
and over
As you memorize the answers,
only to ask me again,
just in case they have
changed.
All of this because
I simply...
What's my favorite color?
What's my favorite food?
Who is my favorite artist?
I want you to ask me why.
Why do I love this painting?
Why do I listen to this song?
Why are you my favorite color?
Please, examine me.
Learn me.
Feel me.
Ask me.
I want my being to be
completely mapped out and
rewritten over
and over
As you memorize the answers,
only to ask me again,
just in case they have
changed.
All of this because
I simply...
#crush
#dating
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
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