Submissions by Lack1ng
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
August
I never look forward to the school year.
To new faces and a ballad of shallow questions.
This time was supposed to be different.
I was excited for the schedule change,
Because then I’d see more of you.
But the weeks closed in and things changed,
We changed.
Until the we no longer existed,
And I was back where I started
Alone, unprepared for the year to come.
To new faces and a ballad of shallow questions.
This time was supposed to be different.
I was excited for the schedule change,
Because then I’d see more of you.
But the weeks closed in and things changed,
We changed.
Until the we no longer existed,
And I was back where I started
Alone, unprepared for the year to come.
#LifeStruggles
#fall
#bittersweet
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Strings
Like promises, strings can be broken.
You promised to make safe choices,
Not to do drugs that make you insane,
Or put me in danger.
Things that should be a standard,
Instead made into strings.
And for every broken one,
My trust dwindled
Until there wasn’t enough left,
To make a bond worth having.
You promised to make safe choices,
Not to do drugs that make you insane,
Or put me in danger.
Things that should be a standard,
Instead made into strings.
And for every broken one,
My trust dwindled
Until there wasn’t enough left,
To make a bond worth having.
#betrayal
#manipulation
#deception
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Hallmark Husband
There’s an image of what I want my future to look like.
It’s very hallmark-esque.
A wife and kids sitting on a couch,
watching old disney movies,
A blazing fireplace tucked under the mantle.
The kids are laughing and making faces,
Snuggled under a blanket with snow coming down outside.
It’s so vivid that I can hear it now.
The part that kills me:
Every time I dream this dream,
I can’t see myself being a part of it.
I’m not cut out to be the hallmark husband.
It’s very hallmark-esque.
A wife and kids sitting on a couch,
watching old disney movies,
A blazing fireplace tucked under the mantle.
The kids are laughing and making faces,
Snuggled under a blanket with snow coming down outside.
It’s so vivid that I can hear it now.
The part that kills me:
Every time I dream this dream,
I can’t see myself being a part of it.
I’m not cut out to be the hallmark husband.
#family
#TruthOfLife
#UnrequitedLove #bittersweet
#UnrequitedLove #bittersweet
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Writer's Promise
I’m afraid of what I’m becoming.
Of this obsession with my thoughts
And writing them for other people to see.
My friends told me to make videos and share what I write.
I’m terrified to simply write these,
But one day I’ll summon the courage to show you this.
Maybe it’s today,
Maybe it’s weeks or months from when I write this
But i want to resonate with people,
For them to feel their soul when they peek into mine.
For that, I promise
Obsession is warranted.
Of this obsession with my thoughts
And writing them for other people to see.
My friends told me to make videos and share what I write.
I’m terrified to simply write these,
But one day I’ll summon the courage to show you this.
Maybe it’s today,
Maybe it’s weeks or months from when I write this
But i want to resonate with people,
For them to feel their soul when they peek into mine.
For that, I promise
Obsession is warranted.
#courage
#motivational
#LifeGoals
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For Em
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#sadness
#grief
#dark #emptiness
#dark #emptiness
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Remembrance
sometimes i still feel
your arms shrouded around my shoulders
and your head resting against the back of mine.
i feel you pulling me along
in front of coffee shops,
around the park,
under the rain.
in these moments
my love seeps away.
leaving me with less energy
and heavier shoulders
than when we were together.
your arms shrouded around my shoulders
and your head resting against the back of mine.
i feel you pulling me along
in front of coffee shops,
around the park,
under the rain.
in these moments
my love seeps away.
leaving me with less energy
and heavier shoulders
than when we were together.
#breakup
#memories
#emptiness
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Silent Night (but not the famous one)
I sit here now,
In a full house at dusk.
Watching the silence yawn over each room
Lights going out under the doorframe,
One after the next,
Until only mine is left.
And i remember how nice it felt,
When you were here to endure the darkness with me.
In a full house at dusk.
Watching the silence yawn over each room
Lights going out under the doorframe,
One after the next,
Until only mine is left.
And i remember how nice it felt,
When you were here to endure the darkness with me.
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
#IMissYou
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Moving On
It was never me.
Though my heart aches for you
And my sheets still smell of you.
Even though my body still feels traces of you,
And i see you wear my clothes out in public.
My friends say that anything can happen,
But yesterday I saw you with him.
The polar opposite boy,
A requiem of joy and smiles
and Love.
Then i saw him in my shirt.
and i knew
I’ll never get the chance
to be him,
Again.
Though my heart aches for you
And my sheets still smell of you.
Even though my body still feels traces of you,
And i see you wear my clothes out in public.
My friends say that anything can happen,
But yesterday I saw you with him.
The polar opposite boy,
A requiem of joy and smiles
and Love.
Then i saw him in my shirt.
and i knew
I’ll never get the chance
to be him,
Again.
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#frustration
#disappointment
#denial
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Weightless
When you came home from work,
I saw the stress of your world
Sinking into each step.
Then my eyes would meet yours
And every foot closer,
The weight would get softer,
Lighter,
Brighter.
I’d feel nails scrape my scalp,
A whisper of hairs on my neck,
And I’d whisper back:
You don’t have to bear everything on your own.
I saw the stress of your world
Sinking into each step.
Then my eyes would meet yours
And every foot closer,
The weight would get softer,
Lighter,
Brighter.
I’d feel nails scrape my scalp,
A whisper of hairs on my neck,
And I’d whisper back:
You don’t have to bear everything on your own.
#kindness
#relationships
#PowerOfWords
#support
#passion
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Unreasonable
One if my goals this year
Is to be uncomfortable.
Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute.
I know it’s unreasonable,
And that’s kind of the point.
I live inside my head,
I hoard the times where I feel safe and invincible.
Because I need them when I'm alone in the dark, with no company but the walls in my head. One-way walls that claim core memories, warm feelings, and the touch of other people. They urge for more and more of my soul. Until the walls give in, or I have no memories left.
Is to be uncomfortable.
Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute.
I know it’s unreasonable,
And that’s kind of the point.
I live inside my head,
I hoard the times where I feel safe and invincible.
Because I need them when I'm alone in the dark, with no company but the walls in my head. One-way walls that claim core memories, warm feelings, and the touch of other people. They urge for more and more of my soul. Until the walls give in, or I have no memories left.
#memories
#emotional
#SelfWorth
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Hair
I feel safe behind this wall.
Even if it pokes my eyes, or looks unruly
I’m exposed without it.
People look and think
“Wow, he’s got nice hair,
If only he would cut it”
That’s who I am-
The “he’s so great, if only he would…” guy.
But why should I change
For the desires of others?
Piece by piece, strand by strand I would lose myself to you.
To the people who wish different things for me.
I want to figure out who I am in my skin.
How to grow and exceed
The expectation of someone else.
I...
Even if it pokes my eyes, or looks unruly
I’m exposed without it.
People look and think
“Wow, he’s got nice hair,
If only he would cut it”
That’s who I am-
The “he’s so great, if only he would…” guy.
But why should I change
For the desires of others?
Piece by piece, strand by strand I would lose myself to you.
To the people who wish different things for me.
I want to figure out who I am in my skin.
How to grow and exceed
The expectation of someone else.
I...
#hope
#frustration
#emotions
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Spark
i’m afraid to tell my friends
i don’t journal anymore.
that i don’t romanticize my life
with fallacies of café excursions,
dinners by candlelight,
mimosas on sunday morning.
but i’ll never forget
there was a time
when my eyes were radiant
with dreams so close i could
see them
smell them
touch them.
my life goal is to find that spark again
next time i won’t let go.
i don’t journal anymore.
that i don’t romanticize my life
with fallacies of café excursions,
dinners by candlelight,
mimosas on sunday morning.
but i’ll never forget
there was a time
when my eyes were radiant
with dreams so close i could
see them
smell them
touch them.
my life goal is to find that spark again
next time i won’t let go.
#identity
#MyInspiration
#determination #PersonalGrowth
#determination #PersonalGrowth
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