Submissions by Pepperdust
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2023 11:34am
15th Feb 2023 11:34am
Achievement unlocked
My son learned to count to ten.
This is the first step into being a member of society.
Not the ability to count and read or write but the action of counting.
That's all we do.
Count hours, count days
Count dollars, count dimes
Count how many times you got up after the fall
Count how long you can take it
How much you have left.
Congratulations, I told him
But in my mind I apologized.
This is the first step into being a member of society.
Not the ability to count and read or write but the action of counting.
That's all we do.
Count hours, count days
Count dollars, count dimes
Count how many times you got up after the fall
Count how long you can take it
How much you have left.
Congratulations, I told him
But in my mind I apologized.
#anxiety
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
164 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2021 11:06am
28th Nov 2021 11:06am
Borderline.
How much of myself am I?
Under these lines I write, how much is true, how much is you?
It's become blurred, my dreams, my wrongs, my lies, my mind, my time, your time, your lines, my heart, my chemicals, your chemicals, pharmaceutical chemicals to control our chemicals, the air, I have no air, I can't breathe, what's going on?
You slip through my eyes when I cry, I slip through myself when you're in. So many apologies to pursue, how could anyone see me when it's you screaming with my voice?
How much of myself is me? How much of it is you?
Who would I be without you?...
Under these lines I write, how much is true, how much is you?
It's become blurred, my dreams, my wrongs, my lies, my mind, my time, your time, your lines, my heart, my chemicals, your chemicals, pharmaceutical chemicals to control our chemicals, the air, I have no air, I can't breathe, what's going on?
You slip through my eyes when I cry, I slip through myself when you're in. So many apologies to pursue, how could anyone see me when it's you screaming with my voice?
How much of myself is me? How much of it is you?
Who would I be without you?...
#anxiety
#identity
#MentalHealth #apathy
#MentalHealth #apathy
307 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 5:25am
3rd Apr 2021 5:25am
24.03.2021 / 3:07am
Sometimes the touch burns,
It must have something to do with the difference in temperature.
Sometimes I'm cold, distant, faded.
Sometimes I'm hot, scalding, smoking, scarlet.
I can reach balance and just stay warm, but that's when you change and start burning me.
Is there ever a place or time where two souls measure the same? Or will we ever be destined to hurt one another as we rise and fall...?
It must have something to do with the difference in temperature.
Sometimes I'm cold, distant, faded.
Sometimes I'm hot, scalding, smoking, scarlet.
I can reach balance and just stay warm, but that's when you change and start burning me.
Is there ever a place or time where two souls measure the same? Or will we ever be destined to hurt one another as we rise and fall...?
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#hurt
408 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2020 8:40am
22nd Dec 2020 8:40am
Petite Mort
There's something sacred about lying in bed, after catching your breath and feeling your heartbeats become normal again and watching your lover do the same.
Notice I said lover, and not just another random fuck.
I've heard about making love before, but I always thought it had something to do with rhythm and/or cheesy statements during the act. But I guess it's just about the person.
I will ride like a crazy jockey, sway my hips and scratch and moan like possessed by some desperate need and it's love.
Bites, marks, smacks, hair a mess and with every thrust it is love. ...
Notice I said lover, and not just another random fuck.
I've heard about making love before, but I always thought it had something to do with rhythm and/or cheesy statements during the act. But I guess it's just about the person.
I will ride like a crazy jockey, sway my hips and scratch and moan like possessed by some desperate need and it's love.
Bites, marks, smacks, hair a mess and with every thrust it is love. ...
#love
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#emotions
370 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2020 4:29am
10th Dec 2020 4:29am
Lam
It's easy to love me in the dark
When the color of my traumas are invisible
And my scars won't tell my story.
When the color of my traumas are invisible
And my scars won't tell my story.
#love
#depression
472 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2020 9:25am
8th Dec 2020 9:25am
First signs
At night I dreamed, wide awake, of you and I. Somehow my lips curled into a smile big enough to touch my eyes and when I realized it I wished you were here. Maybe this old heart is coming back to life, urging my mouth to whisper your name in hopes of another kiss.
#love
#scary
268 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2020 9:23am
8th Dec 2020 9:23am
Unclear
The recent strike of life inside me has got me thinking I wanna live. Jesus, why though?
I feel like I want to be in love, to feel loved again. It's been over five years since my heart gave any sign of existence. Maybe some small flips here and there for it's such a stubborn fucker but nothing big enough to bring any injuries. You see, I want my heart to jump so high that it's actually a risk to fall down. I want the possibility of being broken, the fear and excitement of destruction. It's certainly better than death. I'm tired of dragging myself through life like an animated pile of...
I feel like I want to be in love, to feel loved again. It's been over five years since my heart gave any sign of existence. Maybe some small flips here and there for it's such a stubborn fucker but nothing big enough to bring any injuries. You see, I want my heart to jump so high that it's actually a risk to fall down. I want the possibility of being broken, the fear and excitement of destruction. It's certainly better than death. I'm tired of dragging myself through life like an animated pile of...
#love
#hope
#learning #SelfReflection
#learning #SelfReflection
287 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 10:55am
30th Jul 2020 10:55am
Warmth
My feelings run out of my chest and down my body, where it meets desire between my legs.
That's how you make me feel.
That's how you make me feel.
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
#crush
432 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 7:43pm
23rd Jun 2020 7:43pm
2013
You play me like a toy
You use me like a whore.
I think I must be wrong
You do it all again.
You talk about me with your friends
You agree I'm just a fool
I cry inside alone
I love you and smile pretending.
What the hell is this?
It's nobody's story.
You use me like a whore.
I think I must be wrong
You do it all again.
You talk about me with your friends
You agree I'm just a fool
I cry inside alone
I love you and smile pretending.
What the hell is this?
It's nobody's story.
#dark
#abuse
#manipulation
384 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 6:35am
14th Jun 2020 6:35am
Ghost
I used to know you.
I used to think I could recognize you anywhere in any way.
Not anymore.
It's such a cliché that all clichés are true
But it's true.
I don't know you anymore.
Change comes, it's just life, I know
But I never thought it would mean to let you go.
With you goes a part of me, with me stays your previous versions,
but these are fading too.
It seems that as much as I think back, more and more the memories change, as if I'm peeling off the images of you like old layers of paint, until there's nothing left.
So I won't think...
I used to think I could recognize you anywhere in any way.
Not anymore.
It's such a cliché that all clichés are true
But it's true.
I don't know you anymore.
Change comes, it's just life, I know
But I never thought it would mean to let you go.
With you goes a part of me, with me stays your previous versions,
but these are fading too.
It seems that as much as I think back, more and more the memories change, as if I'm peeling off the images of you like old layers of paint, until there's nothing left.
So I won't think...
#sadness
#breakup
#MovingOn #separation
#MovingOn #separation
568 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2020 4:49pm
4th Jun 2020 4:49pm
treasure
It's interesting to find solace in the arms of a cloud.
I want my thoughts to be recorded and expose my heart behind a glass wall.
I want to be seen but never touched
Yet, I don't comment on the footprints I leave everytime I decide to walk online.
Maybe I don't want to be exposed
but found.
I want my thoughts to be recorded and expose my heart behind a glass wall.
I want to be seen but never touched
Yet, I don't comment on the footprints I leave everytime I decide to walk online.
Maybe I don't want to be exposed
but found.
#loneliness
#confessional
#myself
353 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2020 10:48am
2nd Jun 2020 10:48am
Phantom Agony.
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck inside myself, only writing and feeling things about myself
when the world is so big.
But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses,
my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements,
these are also mine.
Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see
or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach.
But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me
and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human.
And after everything,
it means to be a prisoner.
when the world is so big.
But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses,
my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements,
these are also mine.
Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see
or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach.
But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me
and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human.
And after everything,
it means to be a prisoner.
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#myself
347 reads
3 Comments
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