Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
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
117 reads
4 Comments
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
149 reads
3 Comments
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
104 reads
4 Comments
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
119 reads
2 Comments
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
133 reads
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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
255 reads
3 Comments
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
172 reads
2 Comments
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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