Submissions by NightingaleTears
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2018 00:49am
19th May 2018 00:49am
Upside Down
Looking at the world upside down.
Face full of frowns.
Minds full of triggers.
A woman in the dirt headless and relatable.
Will this hell bound stop or am i fucked up in a twisted knot.
Inside I'm crying to be free.
Yet I lay there trashed in the dirt.
Surrounded by the colors of the universe.
To believe in a headless poet.
To believe in a disastrous mind.
Rocky shore. Rocky mind.
I don't want to hold the dirt yet I always loved playing with it as a child. Ironic. Figures ey. It all figures out.
Apparently the form or my...
Face full of frowns.
Minds full of triggers.
A woman in the dirt headless and relatable.
Will this hell bound stop or am i fucked up in a twisted knot.
Inside I'm crying to be free.
Yet I lay there trashed in the dirt.
Surrounded by the colors of the universe.
To believe in a headless poet.
To believe in a disastrous mind.
Rocky shore. Rocky mind.
I don't want to hold the dirt yet I always loved playing with it as a child. Ironic. Figures ey. It all figures out.
Apparently the form or my...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion #SelfReflection
#confusion #SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2018 2:32am
28th Jan 2018 2:32am
Death
12:31pm (1/9/17)
Death.
It doesn’t matter when
It doesn’t matter where
It will leave you with a feeling
Of hollowness and missing
There are no final hugs
No waves good-bye
Just the feeling of regret
And the feeling like someone
Has scraped the inside of you raw
And without happiness
Sometimes you forget
Forget that they’re gone
And maybe you will laugh
And point out a cloud
Shaped like something you know
You will look next to you
And they won’t be there
And that familiar pang
Will return once...
Death.
It doesn’t matter when
It doesn’t matter where
It will leave you with a feeling
Of hollowness and missing
There are no final hugs
No waves good-bye
Just the feeling of regret
And the feeling like someone
Has scraped the inside of you raw
And without happiness
Sometimes you forget
Forget that they’re gone
And maybe you will laugh
And point out a cloud
Shaped like something you know
You will look next to you
And they won’t be there
And that familiar pang
Will return once...
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 3:34am
24th Jan 2018 3:34am
If I could draw my mind
I wish that I could draw,
So I could express the horrific visuals that replay in my mind,
Over and over.
I would draw my self-injurious claws tearing open my chest
To release the spiders taking shelter in my lungs.
I'd paint in black tar
All five of my brains,
Each filled with a different version of my screaming.
I could chain myself up with rusted chain links,
Wrap them around every inch of me,
Tangled red hairs,
The only indication of my personality poking through.
I would craft the knife that cut out my heart
And fill...
So I could express the horrific visuals that replay in my mind,
Over and over.
I would draw my self-injurious claws tearing open my chest
To release the spiders taking shelter in my lungs.
I'd paint in black tar
All five of my brains,
Each filled with a different version of my screaming.
I could chain myself up with rusted chain links,
Wrap them around every inch of me,
Tangled red hairs,
The only indication of my personality poking through.
I would craft the knife that cut out my heart
And fill...
#dark
#identity
#SelfReflection
#despair
#suffering
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 3:33am
24th Jan 2018 3:33am
Knowing
11:49pm (1/3/17)
It’s not the endings that will haunt you
But the space where they should lie,
The things that simply faded
Without one final wave goodbye.
Like a book with torn out pages,
Forgetting things you’re sure you knew,
A question with no answer,
A song stopped halfway through.
So when your mind attempts to store them
Their crooked shape will never fit,
And forever in the corners
Of your consciousness they will sit.
Jagged edges made from moments
You can’t be quite sure were the last,
Slicing open thoughts...
It’s not the endings that will haunt you
But the space where they should lie,
The things that simply faded
Without one final wave goodbye.
Like a book with torn out pages,
Forgetting things you’re sure you knew,
A question with no answer,
A song stopped halfway through.
So when your mind attempts to store them
Their crooked shape will never fit,
And forever in the corners
Of your consciousness they will sit.
Jagged edges made from moments
You can’t be quite sure were the last,
Slicing open thoughts...
#rhyming
#confusion
#philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 4:30pm
23rd Jan 2018 4:30pm
New Story
12:32pm (1/4/17)
I want a new start,
To leave all the bad memories
And people who have done
Me bad behind.
I want to travel,
See new places, different art
Different music touching
Hearts.
I want to meet new people,
Who will show me what
It is to love and be loved
In return.
I want to leave it all
Behind, to erase my book
Back to the very cover, and
Re-write my story as I please.
I want a new start,
To leave all the bad memories
And people who have done
Me bad behind.
I want to travel,
See new places, different art
Different music touching
Hearts.
I want to meet new people,
Who will show me what
It is to love and be loved
In return.
I want to leave it all
Behind, to erase my book
Back to the very cover, and
Re-write my story as I please.
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 4:18pm
23rd Jan 2018 4:18pm
Distracting thoughts
When i sit in class
my mind often wanders
but my thoughts are like glass
so broken and shattered
fragments scattered
across the floor
most people
would gather themselves
but i just sit
watching the shards
reflect the light
i often sit and wonder
how the slivers reflect that light
i have been told
that things reflect what they are
and what is inside
but as i think about it
i know this can be a lie
for my mind is the opposite of bright
yet it still reflects that light
the pieces may seem clear ...
my mind often wanders
but my thoughts are like glass
so broken and shattered
fragments scattered
across the floor
most people
would gather themselves
but i just sit
watching the shards
reflect the light
i often sit and wonder
how the slivers reflect that light
i have been told
that things reflect what they are
and what is inside
but as i think about it
i know this can be a lie
for my mind is the opposite of bright
yet it still reflects that light
the pieces may seem clear ...
#rejection
#dark
#betrayal
#MentalHealth
#humankind
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 9:22pm
22nd Jan 2018 9:22pm
Wandering Silence
Silence
unbroken
but broken by others
silence
from me
noise
from others.
sitting curled up
againstthe cold windows
surrounded by laughter
with shrieking
and yelling.
being jerked with each bump
wishing for home
my head hits the window
i ignore the pain.
breathing
but not feeling the air
seeing
but not seeing what surrounds me
hearing
but not listening
drowning out outside noises
the silence in my head
overpowers the sound
what is feeling
what is life
what if...
unbroken
but broken by others
silence
from me
noise
from others.
sitting curled up
againstthe cold windows
surrounded by laughter
with shrieking
and yelling.
being jerked with each bump
wishing for home
my head hits the window
i ignore the pain.
breathing
but not feeling the air
seeing
but not seeing what surrounds me
hearing
but not listening
drowning out outside noises
the silence in my head
overpowers the sound
what is feeling
what is life
what if...
#anxiety
#grief
#rejection
#dark
#frustration
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5 Comments
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