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.
ANGER POEM
Published
11th May 2024 5:17pm
11th May 2024 5:17pm
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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DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2024 11:43pm
10th May 2024 11:43pm
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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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2024 11:40pm
10th May 2024 11:40pm
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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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2024 2:55pm
10th May 2024 2:55pm
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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ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2024 2:52pm
10th May 2024 2:52pm
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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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2024 00:40am
10th May 2024 00:40am
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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DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2024 00:19am
10th May 2024 00:19am
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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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2024 3:45pm
9th May 2024 3:45pm
Breathe Her
Her eyes bring an ache to my chest,
She is painful and sharp without apology.
Our culmination is a bloody wound just above my collarbone,
A scarred over bite mark.
My skin is just as new as the day I was born,
She has rebuilt my body with carnage.
The stitches that bind my flesh are held together by a wire that sprouts from deep in her veins.
If she leaves,
she'll take my life with her.
She is painful and sharp without apology.
Our culmination is a bloody wound just above my collarbone,
A scarred over bite mark.
My skin is just as new as the day I was born,
She has rebuilt my body with carnage.
The stitches that bind my flesh are held together by a wire that sprouts from deep in her veins.
If she leaves,
she'll take my life with her.
#bittersweet
#manipulation
#separation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2024 3:20pm
9th May 2024 3:20pm
If the tides stopped
If the tides stopped,
I’d etch my name into the sand until I run out of room.
I’d dig at the sand until my skin was red and raw just for the chance that someone,
someday,
will know I was here.
I was here when the tides stopped.
If the tides stopped, I’d draw in the sand.
As I would watch the sun set over the still waters the weight of my actions would set in.
I’ll drag mounds of sand around trying to repair the broken shore.
Tears will fall down my cheeks as I sob for what I’ve destroyed with my bare hands. ...
I’d etch my name into the sand until I run out of room.
I’d dig at the sand until my skin was red and raw just for the chance that someone,
someday,
will know I was here.
I was here when the tides stopped.
If the tides stopped, I’d draw in the sand.
As I would watch the sun set over the still waters the weight of my actions would set in.
I’ll drag mounds of sand around trying to repair the broken shore.
Tears will fall down my cheeks as I sob for what I’ve destroyed with my bare hands. ...
#aging
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2024 7:23am
9th May 2024 7:23am
A feeling I Cannot Name
There's a feeling that can't be named,
Brought by the scar of old love.
The sensation of picking at a scab just because you almost can't bear the thought of it healing.
It cuts deep into your heart and sears a brand of their fingerprints.
They've permanently scarred you.
And when you think you just might be able to find a new love,
Their hold on you rears its ugly head.
Seeing someone you loved at one time,
Someone you'd given everything to;
Just standing there.
...
Brought by the scar of old love.
The sensation of picking at a scab just because you almost can't bear the thought of it healing.
It cuts deep into your heart and sears a brand of their fingerprints.
They've permanently scarred you.
And when you think you just might be able to find a new love,
Their hold on you rears its ugly head.
Seeing someone you loved at one time,
Someone you'd given everything to;
Just standing there.
...
#memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2024 7:17am
9th May 2024 7:17am
Superior Life Forms
I sit on a rock beside the creek with a pencil and paper,
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
...
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2024 10:24pm
8th May 2024 10:24pm
Unknown or Unrequited?
Despite the pain of wandering eyes; My fate is decided.
A feeling harbored in the pages of a journal we both hold.
It should drive me mad with its uncertainty,
Yet I can't find reason for anger, only burning curiosity:
What thoughts have you written?
What moments have you read into, what private wonderings?
Spoken word is obsolete,
I beg of you;
Write them in the margins.
A feeling harbored in the pages of a journal we both hold.
It should drive me mad with its uncertainty,
Yet I can't find reason for anger, only burning curiosity:
What thoughts have you written?
What moments have you read into, what private wonderings?
Spoken word is obsolete,
I beg of you;
Write them in the margins.
#UnrequitedLove
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