Submissions by Lack1ng
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2023 8:50am
28th May 2023 8:50am
Why I’m Alive
What makes you happy in life?
For me, it’s the purple lights in my room,
A good book and a warm corner,
Laughs or snorts from my friends after telling a joke that leaves them in tears.
On particularly hard days,
These might be the only things that keep me going.
Sometimes I stay in my room all day.
Other times I cry, even despite those things.
And that’s okay
You’re okay.
I live to smile,
Not for the times where I can’t stand myself.
For me, it’s the purple lights in my room,
A good book and a warm corner,
Laughs or snorts from my friends after telling a joke that leaves them in tears.
On particularly hard days,
These might be the only things that keep me going.
Sometimes I stay in my room all day.
Other times I cry, even despite those things.
And that’s okay
You’re okay.
I live to smile,
Not for the times where I can’t stand myself.
#strength
#honesty
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2023 8:43am
28th May 2023 8:43am
The Girl
I met a girl one day
Who changed my life.
The funny part about it,
Is that she probably doesn’t even know.
let me explain
This person showed me a life
That I never knew existed.
How to chase after what I wanted,
Play the music I like at a ridiculous volume,
Light candles because they smell nice,
To giggle like a kid because I was full of joy,
She showed me how to be free.
Now it’s hard to see my old life as liveable.
I can’t keep the curtains closed on a sunny day,
Or close myself off for things...
Who changed my life.
The funny part about it,
Is that she probably doesn’t even know.
let me explain
This person showed me a life
That I never knew existed.
How to chase after what I wanted,
Play the music I like at a ridiculous volume,
Light candles because they smell nice,
To giggle like a kid because I was full of joy,
She showed me how to be free.
Now it’s hard to see my old life as liveable.
I can’t keep the curtains closed on a sunny day,
Or close myself off for things...
#relationships
#memories
#MyInspiration
#acceptance
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2023 8:43am
14th May 2023 8:43am
Bathroom Thoughts
Sometimes I wash my face,
Hoping something changes
When I look back up.
Other times I contemplate
For a second too long
About staying under the water.
On very rare occasions,
An almost scary expression
Overtakes my face.
The same brown eyes
That disgust me
Bore into the mirror.
But I look up and smile,
Because I know I still have
A fire in me
Hoping something changes
When I look back up.
Other times I contemplate
For a second too long
About staying under the water.
On very rare occasions,
An almost scary expression
Overtakes my face.
The same brown eyes
That disgust me
Bore into the mirror.
But I look up and smile,
Because I know I still have
A fire in me
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #bittersweet
#SelfReflection #bittersweet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2023 8:35am
14th May 2023 8:35am
my sister got a motorcycle
I hear the rumble of an engine.
Of a two-wheeled road demon,
That defies logic and safety.
A trolley, carrying
Dopamine and adrenaline
To an addict experiencing withdrawals.
I remember the smile plastered on her face,
White and black patterns traipsing across a jacket,
Most of all,
How excited she was to tell me about it.
I’m scared for my little sister,
And I'll never let her know.
Because who am I to steal such joy,
From the people I hold close.
But I won’t lie and say,
I don’t feel a pang of...
Of a two-wheeled road demon,
That defies logic and safety.
A trolley, carrying
Dopamine and adrenaline
To an addict experiencing withdrawals.
I remember the smile plastered on her face,
White and black patterns traipsing across a jacket,
Most of all,
How excited she was to tell me about it.
I’m scared for my little sister,
And I'll never let her know.
Because who am I to steal such joy,
From the people I hold close.
But I won’t lie and say,
I don’t feel a pang of...
#sacrifice
#fear
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Mar 2023 6:52am
27th Mar 2023 6:52am
Last Memory
When I was a kid, I remember loving my dad.
He was a firefighter,
A superhero who was invincible, and loved by everyone.
Then things changed.
Invisible forces that I couldn’t comprehend as a kid.
All I saw was mom getting angrier,
Less food in the pantry,
And dad, once or twice a month.
More time with a babysitter, with grandma,
Less time with mom,
Even less with dad.
The last time I saw him he had long hair, I think.
We were at Target, in the early heat of May.
My birthday was coming up.
“Pick...
He was a firefighter,
A superhero who was invincible, and loved by everyone.
Then things changed.
Invisible forces that I couldn’t comprehend as a kid.
All I saw was mom getting angrier,
Less food in the pantry,
And dad, once or twice a month.
More time with a babysitter, with grandma,
Less time with mom,
Even less with dad.
The last time I saw him he had long hair, I think.
We were at Target, in the early heat of May.
My birthday was coming up.
“Pick...
#family
#angels
#monsters
#addiction
#TimeHeals
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2023 6:41am
27th Mar 2023 6:41am
Little Things
I sang in the shower today.
Now to some, that may not seem like much.
To me, it means everything.
Because once upon a time,
I found out that depression riddled my body.
It swarmed and infected me,
Resounding off the walls of my mind.
It scraped the memory bank,
Trudging around,
Littering ideas that I never thought I’d have.
There are days that coul- no, SHOULD be normal.
Instead I’m rendered immobile under the sheets.
And I get it, my sheets are comfy
But damn.
So yes, I sang in the shower today.
I...
Now to some, that may not seem like much.
To me, it means everything.
Because once upon a time,
I found out that depression riddled my body.
It swarmed and infected me,
Resounding off the walls of my mind.
It scraped the memory bank,
Trudging around,
Littering ideas that I never thought I’d have.
There are days that coul- no, SHOULD be normal.
Instead I’m rendered immobile under the sheets.
And I get it, my sheets are comfy
But damn.
So yes, I sang in the shower today.
I...
#hope
#TruthOfLife
#MyInspiration
#healing
#SelfWorth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2023 8:56am
26th Mar 2023 8:56am
The Trip
On my sixteenth Christmas,
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
#inspirational
#Christmas
#fate
#travel
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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