Submissions by Llywenllyn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
¤ I don't know what I'm doing.
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2018 8:40am
18th Jan 2018 8:40am
When Taking Pills Kills
They told me it was medicine, to wash the world away
To put me on the straight and narrow, and be not astray
They told me it was for my own good
To do away with thoughts that stay (even when they should)
And now coldness over takes the wake of someone I no longer know
It hurts more to think you're gone than to have watched you go
Because you were there through every year and every thick and thin
Yet now you're gone because they told me what pills to take in
So to the world that never saw your face nor listened to your words
That think...
To put me on the straight and narrow, and be not astray
They told me it was for my own good
To do away with thoughts that stay (even when they should)
And now coldness over takes the wake of someone I no longer know
It hurts more to think you're gone than to have watched you go
Because you were there through every year and every thick and thin
Yet now you're gone because they told me what pills to take in
So to the world that never saw your face nor listened to your words
That think...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
482 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2017 11:19pm
6th Oct 2017 11:19pm
Defined
I label myself with words I can't define,
Because I like to think I can't be described,
In words known by the common mind.
Because I like to think I can't be described,
In words known by the common mind.
#strength
#identity
#inspirational
#humankind
#StreamOfConsciousness
653 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2017 6:41am
16th Jul 2017 6:41am
She was Asking for It
Until I was seventeen I was afraid of every man I met
It was confusing to my mother who'd seen no reason yet
For me to shake in my boots as they smiled so sweet
But I knew those smiles turned when they went into heat
I froze in the face of hands looming
Scared because I knew bruises would be blooming
If flinches twitched and twitches flinched
If I even moved an inch
And roaming hands and too wet tongues
Stretching over skin where no growth had begun
Touching places I didn't yet need besides basic human function ...
It was confusing to my mother who'd seen no reason yet
For me to shake in my boots as they smiled so sweet
But I knew those smiles turned when they went into heat
I froze in the face of hands looming
Scared because I knew bruises would be blooming
If flinches twitched and twitches flinched
If I even moved an inch
And roaming hands and too wet tongues
Stretching over skin where no growth had begun
Touching places I didn't yet need besides basic human function ...
567 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2017 5:33am
16th Jul 2017 5:33am
I am Just Sad
I'm sad for all the girls that walk down streets terrified
I'm sad for all the girls who don't feel safe at school or work
I'm sad for all the girls that don't feel safe at home
I'm sad for all the boys who feel like they can't speak up
I'm sad for all the boys who aren't aware what's going on
I'm sad for all the boys who think things are okay
I'm sad for all the people that think things are going to be okay
Because how it's looking, it's not going to be okay
We're all going to hell but there will be no Satan or Lucifer
It'll be a hell that we've...
I'm sad for all the girls who don't feel safe at school or work
I'm sad for all the girls that don't feel safe at home
I'm sad for all the boys who feel like they can't speak up
I'm sad for all the boys who aren't aware what's going on
I'm sad for all the boys who think things are okay
I'm sad for all the people that think things are going to be okay
Because how it's looking, it's not going to be okay
We're all going to hell but there will be no Satan or Lucifer
It'll be a hell that we've...
640 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 9:44pm
25th Jun 2017 9:44pm
Driving
My mother looks at four wheels and thinks freedom
I look at the same and think of shackles
Maybe there is a kind of freedom in vehicles
The kind of freedom that feels like going through a windshield
I look at the same and think of shackles
Maybe there is a kind of freedom in vehicles
The kind of freedom that feels like going through a windshield
571 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2017 00:09am
17th Jun 2017 00:09am
Ashamed
I want to climb upon a pedestal and get naked
To show the world the colors mixed on my heart
Where my body is the canvas I've chosen
I want to show every scar, every wound,
Every self inflicted injury that's still visible
Just to get the story out there
I'm a work of fiction, just as everyone else is
And my first printing will fly off the shelves
Because everyone wants a piece of someone's imperfection
I want every word on my body
Carved into permanence by careful scribes
Into the flesh of every heart I touch
...
To show the world the colors mixed on my heart
Where my body is the canvas I've chosen
I want to show every scar, every wound,
Every self inflicted injury that's still visible
Just to get the story out there
I'm a work of fiction, just as everyone else is
And my first printing will fly off the shelves
Because everyone wants a piece of someone's imperfection
I want every word on my body
Carved into permanence by careful scribes
Into the flesh of every heart I touch
...
535 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2017 2:30am
10th Jun 2017 2:30am
I Am
I am scared of the way that I feel
Disappointed that I healed
That my body did not dissolve
And my mind still cranks out resolve
I am terrified of the people around me
That I know do not want to hear me
Say what is on my mind
Because it is all wishes to die
I am horrified of the way I still want
Yet am paralyzed into not
Angry that it's 4 am and I cannot sleep
Tears bursting, yet I do not make a peep
I am silenced by the way I think
Trains of thought that only sink
Into the void of self-hate and suicide ...
Disappointed that I healed
That my body did not dissolve
And my mind still cranks out resolve
I am terrified of the people around me
That I know do not want to hear me
Say what is on my mind
Because it is all wishes to die
I am horrified of the way I still want
Yet am paralyzed into not
Angry that it's 4 am and I cannot sleep
Tears bursting, yet I do not make a peep
I am silenced by the way I think
Trains of thought that only sink
Into the void of self-hate and suicide ...
622 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 3:01am
1st Apr 2017 3:01am
To Swallow
Words are my disguise, subtle lies,
Easy to hide behind.
Things that can be minced and uttered,
Tied up and uncluttered.
Loose ends in neat little bows,
No hint of deception in their neat little rows.
There is no questions left to face,
When the period is placed.
Just a mountain of words to explore,
Of raw feelings left ungored,
And little things that become my reality;
Regardless of their grounds in fantasy.
There is violence in the way,
The words cram down my throat, begging to say,
All the things I try...
Easy to hide behind.
Things that can be minced and uttered,
Tied up and uncluttered.
Loose ends in neat little bows,
No hint of deception in their neat little rows.
There is no questions left to face,
When the period is placed.
Just a mountain of words to explore,
Of raw feelings left ungored,
And little things that become my reality;
Regardless of their grounds in fantasy.
There is violence in the way,
The words cram down my throat, begging to say,
All the things I try...
565 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2017 8:32am
26th Mar 2017 8:32am
Few Words
I was born into a box. Wrapped tightly and placed gently. Told to fit. But the box is too small, I cannot contain as my limbs overhang. I am ashamed. I am afraid to grow, to stretch, to exist outside of a dream.
512 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2017 8:42pm
24th Feb 2017 8:42pm
Me
I am not mighty, not large, nor grand.
I am sensible, dispensable, and bland.
A piece of me is lost with each word spoken,
Yet set free, shedding from what's broken.
I am sensible, dispensable, and bland.
A piece of me is lost with each word spoken,
Yet set free, shedding from what's broken.
523 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2017 8:23pm
6th Feb 2017 8:23pm
Vacated
What is a mind for, if not for medicating?
I begin to think that this is all I am,
Medicated, sedated, vacated.
I clutch at my throat, wanting words to disappear.
They are air, swimming without fear.
While I am coated from head to toe,
Longing to be willing to “let go”.
Preach falseness, and be heard.
Preach clueless, you are absurd.
But I am willing to go farther,
Flatten my skin and grow colder.
What does it take to be beautiful?
I find myself drained of all color.
I do not catch eyes, I catch flies. ...
I begin to think that this is all I am,
Medicated, sedated, vacated.
I clutch at my throat, wanting words to disappear.
They are air, swimming without fear.
While I am coated from head to toe,
Longing to be willing to “let go”.
Preach falseness, and be heard.
Preach clueless, you are absurd.
But I am willing to go farther,
Flatten my skin and grow colder.
What does it take to be beautiful?
I find myself drained of all color.
I do not catch eyes, I catch flies. ...
568 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 4:29pm
27th Jan 2017 4:29pm
Mind
I am not strong
I find relief in blades
But nobody’s arms
I cannot relax
Wrapped in an embrace
Meant to soothe
I find relief in blades
But nobody’s arms
I cannot relax
Wrapped in an embrace
Meant to soothe
597 reads
0 Comments
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