Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2022 5:04pm
31st Jan 2022 5:04pm
The edge of my seat
The weight of my breath
Heavy on my tongue
Almost enough to tip
Me
off
the
edge
of
my
seat
But I stop
And everything falls back
Four legs on the ground
Till I get tempted once more
To tip
Tip
Tip
Heavy on my tongue
Almost enough to tip
Me
off
the
edge
of
my
seat
But I stop
And everything falls back
Four legs on the ground
Till I get tempted once more
To tip
Tip
Tip
#temptation
#emotions
#fear
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2022 1:40am
31st Jan 2022 1:40am
My mind is playing tricks on me
I hear your voice,
A voice I’ve adored for so long yet,
I am filled with dread.
My mind is playing tricks on me, my dear.
I feel that I need you yet,
I feel like I hate you.
I do not know what is real anymore, my dear.
And I fear I may lose you to a me that isn’t
Me.
A voice I’ve adored for so long yet,
I am filled with dread.
My mind is playing tricks on me, my dear.
I feel that I need you yet,
I feel like I hate you.
I do not know what is real anymore, my dear.
And I fear I may lose you to a me that isn’t
Me.
#ImSorry
#bipolar
#shame
#confusion
#manipulation
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2022 1:25am
31st Jan 2022 1:25am
They told me I’d be ok
They said all I had to do was listen to them
And everything would be ok
But it’s not ok
I don’t feel
Ok
I took the pills
And I felt nothing
I took therapy
And I felt nothing
Nothing
All this nothing
It’s like I’m searching
Searching for something
But all I can ever find
Is nothing
And they tell me that all I have to do is listen
And if that doesn’t work then I need to listen harder
Cause god forbid if they do something wrong
No the problem must lie with me
I am the problem ...
And everything would be ok
But it’s not ok
I don’t feel
Ok
I took the pills
And I felt nothing
I took therapy
And I felt nothing
Nothing
All this nothing
It’s like I’m searching
Searching for something
But all I can ever find
Is nothing
And they tell me that all I have to do is listen
And if that doesn’t work then I need to listen harder
Cause god forbid if they do something wrong
No the problem must lie with me
I am the problem ...
#anger
#suicide
#despair
#emptiness
#manipulation
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2021 5:02pm
15th Nov 2021 5:02pm
Alone.
I shovel food down my throat
Cry’s invading my lungs
Tears hugging the skin
On my back
Burns from the radiant sun
In my mind are the shadows
Hollowing whispers telling me
Telling me
Telling me
You’re no good
Swiftly names are shouted around me
Glistening with the hope of recognition
I turn to follow their sound
Only to be forsaken with the ever long
Ideals that I am truly, alone.
Cry’s invading my lungs
Tears hugging the skin
On my back
Burns from the radiant sun
In my mind are the shadows
Hollowing whispers telling me
Telling me
Telling me
You’re no good
Swiftly names are shouted around me
Glistening with the hope of recognition
I turn to follow their sound
Only to be forsaken with the ever long
Ideals that I am truly, alone.
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#despair
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2021 6:40pm
7th Nov 2021 6:40pm
Hole in my neocortex
Reading
Reading
Reading
So I can feel something
The pages weld their thoughts into my brain
The words seeping into my blood
I can’t feel anything
I can feel everything
The crisp moldy closet of my heart aches with the pain left anew
Awakening my skull
Tearing open my veins and rupturing the water falling
Falling
Falling
Forever seeking refuge among the pages
That hold me tight in the deepest of nights
That tear me apart limb from limb
That build me again in a new world
Reading
Reading
So I can feel something
The pages weld their thoughts into my brain
The words seeping into my blood
I can’t feel anything
I can feel everything
The crisp moldy closet of my heart aches with the pain left anew
Awakening my skull
Tearing open my veins and rupturing the water falling
Falling
Falling
Forever seeking refuge among the pages
That hold me tight in the deepest of nights
That tear me apart limb from limb
That build me again in a new world
#happiness
#beauty
#emptiness #emotions
#emptiness #emotions
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Sep 2021 2:38pm
28th Sep 2021 2:38pm
Dear Diary
I’m always thinking, of everyone. Yet I think of no one. I think, how would this person feel about this? But then I also think, this is funny, and then I say it. And people get mad. And I don’t mean to offend anyone. But I always seem to make someone upset. And I hate it. I don’t want people to hate me, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I want people to hate me. People would probably be like “oh you should see someone cause you seem depressed and stufffff” but sometimes you just need someone to hate you. I think. Sometimes I need someone to be mad at me. Because sometimes being mad at yourself...
#nonfiction
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Sep 2021 2:36pm
28th Sep 2021 2:36pm
My Fictional Reality
It's really hard to read when you don't want to.
I'm sure plenty of people have written essays or looked up quick summaries from things they didn't want to read. I know I have.
School always liked to make us read about slavery and the holocaust.
Both are terrible, terrible subjects.
My head also comes with excessive empathy. Anything I read, feels like I am experiencing.
This makes some books really difficult.
In my head, I've died thousands of times.
I've been tortured in ways one can only imagine because it is one's imagination that creates these...
I'm sure plenty of people have written essays or looked up quick summaries from things they didn't want to read. I know I have.
School always liked to make us read about slavery and the holocaust.
Both are terrible, terrible subjects.
My head also comes with excessive empathy. Anything I read, feels like I am experiencing.
This makes some books really difficult.
In my head, I've died thousands of times.
I've been tortured in ways one can only imagine because it is one's imagination that creates these...
#anxiety
#hate
#grief
#frustration
#bittersweet
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2021 4:53pm
27th Sep 2021 4:53pm
The Girl on the Screen
I stare at the screen as it eats me whole. My head is spinning, my mind is running, what is this feeling? I can’t think. I can’t see. The screen is blurring in my face. I’m falling. Falling. Falling. She’s with someone else. I wish she was mine. She will be mine.
I’ve got her. She is mine. All mine. I don’t need the screen to see her anymore. She is in the other room. She won’t leave me now. She can’t. She’s all mine.
I’ve got her. She is mine. All mine. I don’t need the screen to see her anymore. She is in the other room. She won’t leave me now. She can’t. She’s all mine.
#jealousy
#dark
#UnrequitedLove #ForbiddenLove
#UnrequitedLove #ForbiddenLove
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2021 4:51pm
27th Sep 2021 4:51pm
Kitchen Fork
#anger
#jealousy
#dark
#apathy
#bittersweet
312 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2021 5:04pm
15th Sep 2021 5:04pm
Drapetomania
An overwhelming urge
to run
away
What causes people to run?
where are they going?
why are they leaving?
Why is this such a common feeling
What about Life
makes people want to leave it all behind
Is it their family?
Responsibilities?
Or their own fear that they might just not be
Enough.?
A baffling thing it is, Drapetomania.
One word that overlaps millions of stories.
to run
away
What causes people to run?
where are they going?
why are they leaving?
Why is this such a common feeling
What about Life
makes people want to leave it all behind
Is it their family?
Responsibilities?
Or their own fear that they might just not be
Enough.?
A baffling thing it is, Drapetomania.
One word that overlaps millions of stories.
#memories
#humankind
#separation #responsibility
#separation #responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2021 3:56am
8th Sep 2021 3:56am
I lost you
Darling keep your eyes open
am I fast asleep
or am I drowning in this ocean
of words and wounds
keep your head afloat
or you might not wake up
If I could take it all back
I'd grab you, darling
Never looking back
I lost you
sinking down below waves
take a breath
I can't let you go
you're a pond
and I'm an ocean
Lost things always get found
but not always by the right person
and that person is me
I've got you now
and I can't let you go
am I fast asleep
or am I drowning in this ocean
of words and wounds
keep your head afloat
or you might not wake up
If I could take it all back
I'd grab you, darling
Never looking back
I lost you
sinking down below waves
take a breath
I can't let you go
you're a pond
and I'm an ocean
Lost things always get found
but not always by the right person
and that person is me
I've got you now
and I can't let you go
#love
#beach
#water
#greed
#emotions
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Sep 2021 3:48am
8th Sep 2021 3:48am
I lost
I often feel as if I am trying to remake the relationships I've lost.
I'm so desperate for the feeling of comfort provided by a world unchanging.
But my world has changed. The world often does that. Now that I am left alone and craving something to fill the lonely cavern inside, I rush to make friends. I push too fast, and when they don't react the way I decided, I pull so far away that I can't even remember their names. I crave the past, but the past can't be replicated. I often find myself daydreaming, wondering what these past years would've been like if I hadn't moved. If I was...
I'm so desperate for the feeling of comfort provided by a world unchanging.
But my world has changed. The world often does that. Now that I am left alone and craving something to fill the lonely cavern inside, I rush to make friends. I push too fast, and when they don't react the way I decided, I pull so far away that I can't even remember their names. I crave the past, but the past can't be replicated. I often find myself daydreaming, wondering what these past years would've been like if I hadn't moved. If I was...
#loneliness
#emptiness
#apathy
#nonfiction
#bittersweet
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