Submissions by M_Joy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
i hate that your happy
sorry if i ever hurt you
and i never kissed you enough
and i just have trouble unraveling sometimes
the feelings that i kept locked up
and i know its my own misfortune
and i didn't hold tight enough
but i found it hard to keep myself whole
while drowning in my bitter blood
and i hate when you're with her
and i hate when you smile
and i hate that for once you don't look like you've cried
and i hate that you kissed her
and i hate that i'm sore
but most of all i hate that you're happier than before
and i never kissed you enough
and i just have trouble unraveling sometimes
the feelings that i kept locked up
and i know its my own misfortune
and i didn't hold tight enough
but i found it hard to keep myself whole
while drowning in my bitter blood
and i hate when you're with her
and i hate when you smile
and i hate that for once you don't look like you've cried
and i hate that you kissed her
and i hate that i'm sore
but most of all i hate that you're happier than before
#love
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it's a memory now
they would yell
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
they would scream
they were fighting it out
she would hope
she would pray
she was waiting it out
sharp words
like knives
they were cutting her down
shattered glass
like the past
its a memory now
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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To Let a Good Thing Die
You can't ask a tree to blossom
If it isn't spring
Don't leave the house at midnight
And expect the birds to sing
If you're looking for a reason
You needn't even try
Sometimes, its time to let a good thing die
You can't conjure up more money
If you've only got a dime
No use praying for your younger days
if you're running out of time
You can take a horse to water
But you can't teach fish to fly
Sometimes, its time to let a good thing die
You can't light a fire from nothing
Or clap and make snowfall
You can't summon...
If it isn't spring
Don't leave the house at midnight
And expect the birds to sing
If you're looking for a reason
You needn't even try
Sometimes, its time to let a good thing die
You can't conjure up more money
If you've only got a dime
No use praying for your younger days
if you're running out of time
You can take a horse to water
But you can't teach fish to fly
Sometimes, its time to let a good thing die
You can't light a fire from nothing
Or clap and make snowfall
You can't summon...
#bittersweet
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Tin Man
You can't be like me
But be happy that you can't
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
Back then everyday was different
Now each moment is the same
I used to fill the sky around
With happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
To keep my sails and heart employed
I miss the feeling of feeling.
But be happy that you can't
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
Back then everyday was different
Now each moment is the same
I used to fill the sky around
With happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
To keep my sails and heart employed
I miss the feeling of feeling.
#emptiness
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So It Goes
Dancing in the dark
Chasing in the park
Maybe you were right
Maybe all is art
Flowers, daffodils
Oh you give me chills
Through and out my spine
I feel I could fly
Let's go somewhere far
Somewhere real bizare
A place you've never been
Feel the joy within
And so it goes
Chasing in the park
Maybe you were right
Maybe all is art
Flowers, daffodils
Oh you give me chills
Through and out my spine
I feel I could fly
Let's go somewhere far
Somewhere real bizare
A place you've never been
Feel the joy within
And so it goes
#happiness
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like i loved you
she's never told you she loved you
she's never told you she cared
she never told you your eyes sparkle
even when the moon isn't there
she's never met your parents
she's never held you so tight
she's never walked down your street
lit by the city lights
you might think she's pretty
you might think she's cute
just know she'll never love you
like i loved you
she's never told you she cared
she never told you your eyes sparkle
even when the moon isn't there
she's never met your parents
she's never held you so tight
she's never walked down your street
lit by the city lights
you might think she's pretty
you might think she's cute
just know she'll never love you
like i loved you
#heartbroken
#breakup
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Who You Were
Who were you to your mom?
Her precious angel she wanted what was best for.
Who were you to your brother?
His little sister he never stopped caring for.
Who were you to your dad?
He had no idea you were even born.
Who were you to me?
The best friend I could ever ask for.
Who were you to my parents?
The girl who slit her throat on the kitchen floor.
Who were you to the world?
Just another statistic.
Her precious angel she wanted what was best for.
Who were you to your brother?
His little sister he never stopped caring for.
Who were you to your dad?
He had no idea you were even born.
Who were you to me?
The best friend I could ever ask for.
Who were you to my parents?
The girl who slit her throat on the kitchen floor.
Who were you to the world?
Just another statistic.
#suicide
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(in)secure
On her desk lies a framed photo of her and her best friend.
Hanging on her walls are posters of her favorite movies and fondest memories.
In her closet is beautiful dresses and imposing awards.
When you look at her, what you will see
Is stylish clothes and painted nails.
She is stable.
She is secure.
In her desk, hidden behind the positivity,
Is a blade.
She uses this when she's lonely.
She uses this when she's hurting.
On her walls, behind the posters,
Is holes.
Holes from the nights
That she had so much anger, so...
Hanging on her walls are posters of her favorite movies and fondest memories.
In her closet is beautiful dresses and imposing awards.
When you look at her, what you will see
Is stylish clothes and painted nails.
She is stable.
She is secure.
In her desk, hidden behind the positivity,
Is a blade.
She uses this when she's lonely.
She uses this when she's hurting.
On her walls, behind the posters,
Is holes.
Holes from the nights
That she had so much anger, so...
#SelfHarm
#emptiness
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