Submissions by Nixprty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write the words my tongue can’t speak, and for those who can still see clearly through the foggy windows.
Pathetic
It stalks sluggishly behind me,
I see its figure shuffling awkwardly between the trees.
It’s steps almost apprehensively toward me,
I’m unsure if it knows I see it.
I turn to face it and it freezes,
As if it’s trying to disappear into the trees behind it.
Its silent,
But I can see its chest heaving in breath.
It’s a pathetic creature,
Nervous, sad eyes brimming with tears stare back at me.
Its face is covered in dirt and blood,
And its hands are trembling as they grasp onto its own skin.
I reach a...
I see its figure shuffling awkwardly between the trees.
It’s steps almost apprehensively toward me,
I’m unsure if it knows I see it.
I turn to face it and it freezes,
As if it’s trying to disappear into the trees behind it.
Its silent,
But I can see its chest heaving in breath.
It’s a pathetic creature,
Nervous, sad eyes brimming with tears stare back at me.
Its face is covered in dirt and blood,
And its hands are trembling as they grasp onto its own skin.
I reach a...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#manipulation
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Pity Her
A day of silence,
I wonder if she will ever know the peace of it.
She lives in a swirl of faces,
Will she ever close her eyes?
I love the ache of darkness,
She will never truly feel it.
I wonder if she will ever know the peace of it.
She lives in a swirl of faces,
Will she ever close her eyes?
I love the ache of darkness,
She will never truly feel it.
#conflict
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What you’ve done
Look at me.
Look at what you’ve done to me.
Look me in the eyes and watch the blood slowly fall down my face.
Watch me as I tear the skin from my throat.
Hear me scream in agony.
Watch me die.
Coward.
LOOK AT ME.
PLEASE.
Look at what you’ve done to me.
Look me in the eyes and watch the blood slowly fall down my face.
Watch me as I tear the skin from my throat.
Hear me scream in agony.
Watch me die.
Coward.
LOOK AT ME.
PLEASE.
#anger
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Color wheel
You are so unlike me.
You are ripe pomegranate,
Sharp lines and soft whispers.
Burning candles and fresh roses.
You speak with fire behind your words,
You are seared into my skin.
You are the ache in my lungs,
Sweet strawberries and the unshed tears in my eyes.
You are sweltering heat,
The scuffs on old furniture,
The voice I hear in the silence of midnight.
You are the door that never opens,
The heart that’s never closed.
You are a rich brilliant red,
So unlike my...
You are ripe pomegranate,
Sharp lines and soft whispers.
Burning candles and fresh roses.
You speak with fire behind your words,
You are seared into my skin.
You are the ache in my lungs,
Sweet strawberries and the unshed tears in my eyes.
You are sweltering heat,
The scuffs on old furniture,
The voice I hear in the silence of midnight.
You are the door that never opens,
The heart that’s never closed.
You are a rich brilliant red,
So unlike my...
#crush
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Quiet
I can’t scream at you.
I’m not even sure I want to.
It’s the silence that hurts the most.
I’m not even sure I want to.
It’s the silence that hurts the most.
#hurt
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YOU CAN’T HELP ME
She looks at me with her blackened eyes,
In the subtle moonlight I can see she has tears streaming down her face.
Her lips are stretched in a manic grin,
But her bottom lip is shaking with the weight of her emotions.
I want to apologize but my voice comes out far louder than I intended,
And she's crying harder.
I try to touch her shoulder, to show her I want to help her,
But she's jerks back like it burned.
I promise I want to help,
I try and tell her this but she just keeps screaming at me.
She's walking away...
In the subtle moonlight I can see she has tears streaming down her face.
Her lips are stretched in a manic grin,
But her bottom lip is shaking with the weight of her emotions.
I want to apologize but my voice comes out far louder than I intended,
And she's crying harder.
I try to touch her shoulder, to show her I want to help her,
But she's jerks back like it burned.
I promise I want to help,
I try and tell her this but she just keeps screaming at me.
She's walking away...
#manipulation
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Masking
I will be all you need.
Let me be useful
I have a purpose
I am perfect
I am calm
I am helpful
I am good
I am nice
I am quiet
I am still
I am happy
I am smart
I am creative
I’m normal.
I can be normal, I promise I’m trying please I can be good I can be normal
IAMNORMALIAMNORMALIAMNORMALIAMNORMALIMNORMALPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEICANDOITPLEASEPLEASEIMGOODICANBEGOODPLEASE.
Who am I?
Let me be useful
I have a purpose
I am perfect
I am calm
I am helpful
I am good
I am nice
I am quiet
I am still
I am happy
I am smart
I am creative
I’m normal.
I can be normal, I promise I’m trying please I can be good I can be normal
IAMNORMALIAMNORMALIAMNORMALIAMNORMALIMNORMALPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEICANDOITPLEASEPLEASEIMGOODICANBEGOODPLEASE.
Who am I?
#Autism
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What Have I Become
I was once smaller,
I had big green eyes,
Round flushed cheeks.
I was so soft,
I breathed cleaner air,
I had clearer dreams.
My mother looked at me with affection,
My father looked at me with expectation,
I looked fresh and smooth.
As the years passed some of the dirt and sticks I walked through on my journey clung to me,
Rocks and spines pricked my skin,
The blood did not dry.
It stuck around.
I got bigger,
Anger filled glares,
Bruised knuckles and black eyes.
I am...
I had big green eyes,
Round flushed cheeks.
I was so soft,
I breathed cleaner air,
I had clearer dreams.
My mother looked at me with affection,
My father looked at me with expectation,
I looked fresh and smooth.
As the years passed some of the dirt and sticks I walked through on my journey clung to me,
Rocks and spines pricked my skin,
The blood did not dry.
It stuck around.
I got bigger,
Anger filled glares,
Bruised knuckles and black eyes.
I am...
#aging
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Another Year
The passing of time is terrifying,
It’s too fast and rushing at me,
Rushing past me.
But today,
in a still and beautiful silence,
It is celebrated.
Happy birthday to me.
It’s too fast and rushing at me,
Rushing past me.
But today,
in a still and beautiful silence,
It is celebrated.
Happy birthday to me.
#birthday
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Mother
He hates you.
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
You held so tight on his wrists,
He still feels the ache,
He still sees the bruises.
He hates you.
You don’t see him,
You look through him,
He wishes your hand would phase through his body too.
He hates you.
He hates your frustratingly blank stare,
Shaky breath and bouncing leg,
Pretending you can’t hear him.
Your son is crying,
I know you can hear me.
He’s screaming,
Coughing up blood as he tears his throat with pure rage.
You...
#childhood
#mother
#parent #son
#parent #son
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How To Live
Be uncomfortable.
Eat spicy foods; walk around with your eyes closed.
Stumble down unfamiliar roads without a real destination,
never let yourself stop.
Try to find people cut from your same cloth,
Don’t be afraid to mix patterns.
Feel blood in your veins and air in your lungs,
Even if you don’t always feel alive.
Draw strangers on the bus,
miss your stop and just keep riding until you’re forced off.
Walk barefoot in nature,
Let her naturally jagged edges slice the soles of your feet.
...
Eat spicy foods; walk around with your eyes closed.
Stumble down unfamiliar roads without a real destination,
never let yourself stop.
Try to find people cut from your same cloth,
Don’t be afraid to mix patterns.
Feel blood in your veins and air in your lungs,
Even if you don’t always feel alive.
Draw strangers on the bus,
miss your stop and just keep riding until you’re forced off.
Walk barefoot in nature,
Let her naturally jagged edges slice the soles of your feet.
...
#philosophical
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A Comforting Ache
I find myself longing for hurt,
yearning to feel tears in my eyes and blood cooling on my skin.
I deserve to be happy,
And for the most part I am,
But I want to hurt.
I need a wound to remind myself I'm human,
A gash I can twist my fingers into when the noise starts to fizzle.
I feel an aching calm when I'm bleeding,
Like I'm crawling back into my primal state,
Like this is how I am meant to be.
I don't want to hurt myself;
I want to hurt so bad.
yearning to feel tears in my eyes and blood cooling on my skin.
I deserve to be happy,
And for the most part I am,
But I want to hurt.
I need a wound to remind myself I'm human,
A gash I can twist my fingers into when the noise starts to fizzle.
I feel an aching calm when I'm bleeding,
Like I'm crawling back into my primal state,
Like this is how I am meant to be.
I don't want to hurt myself;
I want to hurt so bad.
#emptiness
#SelfHarm
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