Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
My skin between your fingers
Please, touch me gently.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
#abuse
#fear
#violence
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2024 5:52pm
11th Apr 2024 5:52pm
Just once, and then we can forget.
Do you remember me?
Have you noticed I've gone?
Is my room cold and empty?
Have you checked?
I know I'm not what you dreamed of.
But I break my skin each day,
hoping you'll ask me to stay.
I try to say its mutual,
but when I'm sick and alone,
your number is the only one in my phone.
I'm not what you wanted,
but I hope one day you'll be okay with that.
Be okay with me.
'Cause I've tried to change for you.
I've tasted silence,
with its quiet flavor of obedience.
I am tired now.
My...
Have you noticed I've gone?
Is my room cold and empty?
Have you checked?
I know I'm not what you dreamed of.
But I break my skin each day,
hoping you'll ask me to stay.
I try to say its mutual,
but when I'm sick and alone,
your number is the only one in my phone.
I'm not what you wanted,
but I hope one day you'll be okay with that.
Be okay with me.
'Cause I've tried to change for you.
I've tasted silence,
with its quiet flavor of obedience.
I am tired now.
My...
#mother
#childhood
#abuse #IMissYou
#abuse #IMissYou
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2024 6:42pm
10th Apr 2024 6:42pm
I hope you think of me kindly when you come for my things
I don't believe in a god,
but when I am begging for him to save me,
it is your name that falls from my lips.
but when I am begging for him to save me,
it is your name that falls from my lips.
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
#God
#fear
157 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 5:26pm
3rd Apr 2024 5:26pm
By my lonesome.
My
skin
was
made
for two.
skin
was
made
for two.
#sadness
#loneliness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 5:16pm
3rd Apr 2024 5:16pm
When does a mother lose her ability to love?
There's this idea passed around that a mother has infinite capacity to love.
She can love her kids, pets, foods, colors, experiences, and everything in life that is worth loving.
Yet no one talks about when she simply runs out.
Runs out of love.
The lake runneth dry and lay cracked beneath her feet.
Those around her watch as she has given every part of her being to love every corner of the earth.
Till she dips her hands into the waterless sand, hoping to get an ounce back.
She remains stranded in a loveless land.
Eventually, it...
She can love her kids, pets, foods, colors, experiences, and everything in life that is worth loving.
Yet no one talks about when she simply runs out.
Runs out of love.
The lake runneth dry and lay cracked beneath her feet.
Those around her watch as she has given every part of her being to love every corner of the earth.
Till she dips her hands into the waterless sand, hoping to get an ounce back.
She remains stranded in a loveless land.
Eventually, it...
#love
#strength
#mother #LifeStruggles
#mother #LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2024 2:02am
19th Mar 2024 2:02am
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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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2024 1:29am
19th Mar 2024 1:29am
And we march on.
We can never go back.
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We...
#despair
#acceptance
#denial #bittersweet
#denial #bittersweet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2024 2:08pm
24th Jan 2024 2:08pm
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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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2024 2:39am
19th Jan 2024 2:39am
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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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2023 00:48am
25th Nov 2023 00:48am
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
215 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2023 00:41am
20th Nov 2023 00:41am
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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