Submissions by Llywenllyn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
¤ I don't know what I'm doing.
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 4:28pm
27th Jan 2017 4:28pm
Body
I am strong
Bones that do not budge
Muscles that do not falter
But the mind
That sits in my skull
Is a different story
Bones that do not budge
Muscles that do not falter
But the mind
That sits in my skull
Is a different story
538 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2017 3:47am
24th Jan 2017 3:47am
God
I only know how to speak words that do not bite
Like god is watching every sentence
A god I do not believe
That cannot see
Someone as small
As me
Like god is watching every sentence
A god I do not believe
That cannot see
Someone as small
As me
470 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2017 3:46am
24th Jan 2017 3:46am
Thought
There is freedom in thought
To express without chains or shackles
But I find
In my mind
My thoughts make me want to not
Think at all
To express without chains or shackles
But I find
In my mind
My thoughts make me want to not
Think at all
435 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 2:49am
23rd Jan 2017 2:49am
Mine
I self-deprive
Self-define
This body of mine
Decaying
Wasting
Mine
Self-define
This body of mine
Decaying
Wasting
Mine
470 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 5:29am
22nd Jan 2017 5:29am
Promise
I long to lace pretty words
Without the promise of feelings
I do not have
To speak
And mean
What I say
Without the promise of feelings
I do not have
To speak
And mean
What I say
500 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2017 11:05pm
20th Jan 2017 11:05pm
Take Me There
There is guilt in my legs
Legs that only know how to run away
And as large
As the world may be
My legs
Do not take me very far
Legs that only know how to run away
And as large
As the world may be
My legs
Do not take me very far
547 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2017 4:45pm
20th Jan 2017 4:45pm
Skin
Rip off my skin
To make me beautiful
Because I will always
Be ashamed
In skin that needs
Covering
To make me beautiful
Because I will always
Be ashamed
In skin that needs
Covering
523 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2017 8:57pm
19th Jan 2017 8:57pm
Weight of Words
My chest is heavy
Because the words I do not dare utter
Are crammed so far down my throat
They spill into my lungs
Inflating my rib cage
Until the weight is too much to bear
Because the words I do not dare utter
Are crammed so far down my throat
They spill into my lungs
Inflating my rib cage
Until the weight is too much to bear
502 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Dec 2016 1:57am
25th Dec 2016 1:57am
Until I am Free
Cold house, no sound
Ticking clocks, time counts down
Mortality rings, we pay it no heed
For voices there is no need
Empty stomach, swells
Puking at flavorful smells
Don't need to eat when you can't breathe
Can't breathe, there's no need
Tears spill, words wrung out
No sound, no shout
Letters strung together to please
No sign of what's underneath
I don't want to be home
There is nothing there but dry bones
And bonds, broken
No words spoken
None that mean anything important
There is...
Ticking clocks, time counts down
Mortality rings, we pay it no heed
For voices there is no need
Empty stomach, swells
Puking at flavorful smells
Don't need to eat when you can't breathe
Can't breathe, there's no need
Tears spill, words wrung out
No sound, no shout
Letters strung together to please
No sign of what's underneath
I don't want to be home
There is nothing there but dry bones
And bonds, broken
No words spoken
None that mean anything important
There is...
578 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2016 9:00pm
30th Nov 2016 9:00pm
Pretty Words
I want pretty words and truth, something hardly uttered.
But my mind is rotten, filled, despite being once uncluttered.
I like to think I define myself by every thought,
But then I'll have to look at myself and I'd really rather not.
I am blind to only how I feel, I refuse to let myself heal.
I pick at scabs and rip stitches just to know it is real.
Hanging head in hands, I know the dictionary definition,
Of every feeling I do not know. I need an intermission.
I feel the need to suck in my ribs and pretend I'm beautiful.
To hold my head high with...
But my mind is rotten, filled, despite being once uncluttered.
I like to think I define myself by every thought,
But then I'll have to look at myself and I'd really rather not.
I am blind to only how I feel, I refuse to let myself heal.
I pick at scabs and rip stitches just to know it is real.
Hanging head in hands, I know the dictionary definition,
Of every feeling I do not know. I need an intermission.
I feel the need to suck in my ribs and pretend I'm beautiful.
To hold my head high with...
619 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 3:32am
28th Oct 2016 3:32am
Ruby
I hate how I feel, I hate how I am.
It doesn't feel real, this layer of skin.
Take it off with blade, no, ink.
I don't need a moment to think.
There's a world around me,
That can't see what I see.
I look in the mirror and all I am,
Is empty inside this skin.
I feel overwhelmed with no one to tell.
Because my confidon is gone,
Good friend is dead.
Can't help but see blood on my fingers,
The feeling of her lingers.
It doesn't feel real, this layer of skin.
Take it off with blade, no, ink.
I don't need a moment to think.
There's a world around me,
That can't see what I see.
I look in the mirror and all I am,
Is empty inside this skin.
I feel overwhelmed with no one to tell.
Because my confidon is gone,
Good friend is dead.
Can't help but see blood on my fingers,
The feeling of her lingers.
543 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 3:31am
28th Oct 2016 3:31am
Truth
Words don't come easily,
I am afraid to speak.
I'm not yet used to the taste,
Of truth on my lips.
Can you imagine,
Telling lies like breathing in?
Can you sympathize,
With ink on skin?
The feel of sickness seeping,
The sound of mothers weeping,
The taste of truth,
So bitter on your lips?
I want to tell you you are not alone,
But I am petrified.
Afraid that silence gives you space.
I waste,
In a moment,
That no longer exists.
Can you empathize,
With molten words,
And a throat so burned,
That every letter is...
I am afraid to speak.
I'm not yet used to the taste,
Of truth on my lips.
Can you imagine,
Telling lies like breathing in?
Can you sympathize,
With ink on skin?
The feel of sickness seeping,
The sound of mothers weeping,
The taste of truth,
So bitter on your lips?
I want to tell you you are not alone,
But I am petrified.
Afraid that silence gives you space.
I waste,
In a moment,
That no longer exists.
Can you empathize,
With molten words,
And a throat so burned,
That every letter is...
548 reads
2 Comments
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