Submissions by PoemsForCoral
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2022 2:43am
13th Jul 2022 2:43am
An old friend
I wrap myself tightly, bound in layers of cloth
squeezed small so my lungs splutter and cough
yet I greet him politely as dressed rather nicely he asks for my hand once again
off into the night he guides me, pulled away the first layer of thread
a firm glance now eyes and those whispers are all that I have in my head
I worried then of jack ripping my flesh as another bond fell loose
as usual though he eases me with made up tales of a truce
I cling even closer to him, as the familiar comfort he provides
runs through my weary veins to settle...
squeezed small so my lungs splutter and cough
yet I greet him politely as dressed rather nicely he asks for my hand once again
off into the night he guides me, pulled away the first layer of thread
a firm glance now eyes and those whispers are all that I have in my head
I worried then of jack ripping my flesh as another bond fell loose
as usual though he eases me with made up tales of a truce
I cling even closer to him, as the familiar comfort he provides
runs through my weary veins to settle...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2021 00:26am
11th Feb 2021 00:26am
Anchor
An anchor tied around my ankle
Like a sky divers second shoot
Clings to me as i to it
Needy and desperate, a child to its mother
I don’t remember how it was forged
Who or what smelt the steel lock about the buckling joint
It seemed as though I’d awoken only to realise
I’d never been without it
It’s chain carries a considerable toll
A cortège of delinquents that i have not the strength or resolve to tame
An arduous endeavour was that of each sunken step
Resigning me to never venture from my bed
The bars of the cot...
Like a sky divers second shoot
Clings to me as i to it
Needy and desperate, a child to its mother
I don’t remember how it was forged
Who or what smelt the steel lock about the buckling joint
It seemed as though I’d awoken only to realise
I’d never been without it
It’s chain carries a considerable toll
A cortège of delinquents that i have not the strength or resolve to tame
An arduous endeavour was that of each sunken step
Resigning me to never venture from my bed
The bars of the cot...
#depression
#grief
#death
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2020 11:47pm
19th Aug 2020 11:47pm
Breathing
I sometimes do this thing, when i get really low i like to run myself a nice warm bath and while i sit there letting the water calm me. I hold my head under the surface.
I keep it there till my lungs screech and my head feels like its about to explode before i pull myself up gasping for air with water spewing out of my nose and my heart beating with such ferocity that i can see each convulsion like a punch on my chest.
I’m not trying to kill myself, quite the opposite. I need my mind to tell me that it wants to live, that’s when i allow myself to breath again.
One day i might...
I keep it there till my lungs screech and my head feels like its about to explode before i pull myself up gasping for air with water spewing out of my nose and my heart beating with such ferocity that i can see each convulsion like a punch on my chest.
I’m not trying to kill myself, quite the opposite. I need my mind to tell me that it wants to live, that’s when i allow myself to breath again.
One day i might...
#death
#suicide
#water
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jul 2020 3:37am
20th Jul 2020 3:37am
I still remember, do you mum?
I was 7 when my grandmother, now crippled by dementia, gave me the humming bird along with the promise that it would set me free. Since that day everything has changed, and until this very moment I had all but forgotten about my little hummingbird. Though I can see it clearly now.
It was small, just about large enough to fit into your palm, though to me it had seemed much larger as was the case with my view of most things at that age. It was made of gold that shone in the light and trapped your eyes when they danced upon it.
Each wing held a jewel with a rose pink colouring...
It was small, just about large enough to fit into your palm, though to me it had seemed much larger as was the case with my view of most things at that age. It was made of gold that shone in the light and trapped your eyes when they danced upon it.
Each wing held a jewel with a rose pink colouring...
#anger
#mother
#parent
#childhood
#family
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 11:45pm
1st Jun 2019 11:45pm
PEACE
today i am at peace
not the day before or the next
only today not forever
the crushing feeling
it ruins the peace with its inevitability
yesterday i was at peace
not tomorrow or today
that was yesterday
its heavier than before
laying deeper as well
two days ago i was at peace
not yesterday or today
maybe tomorrow
another blow
i take what i held dear as it destroys me
devouring me whole
not today
not yesterday or the day before
I've lost all hope for tomorrow
...
not the day before or the next
only today not forever
the crushing feeling
it ruins the peace with its inevitability
yesterday i was at peace
not tomorrow or today
that was yesterday
its heavier than before
laying deeper as well
two days ago i was at peace
not yesterday or today
maybe tomorrow
another blow
i take what i held dear as it destroys me
devouring me whole
not today
not yesterday or the day before
I've lost all hope for tomorrow
...
#suicide
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th May 2019 10:37pm
5th May 2019 10:37pm
Im scared
I want to write but i can already feel a wave of anxiety. what if i dont like how it turns out? i know the logical thing would be to say that from failure their is growth but i cant help feeling that everything i do will never be good enough. i cant seem to control my own damn mind. i wish that i knew what to do. i feel like i float about waiting for the next thing to come along and save me. then just when i get back on my feet it leaves and im left drowning again. at this point i wish that an accident will take me so that i can be saved without having to do any of the work.
i am sick...
i am sick...
#suicide
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Apr 2019 8:41pm
17th Apr 2019 8:41pm
...
#depression
#suicide
370 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 10:12pm
4th Apr 2019 10:12pm
The last
The last letter is the hardest to write
saying goodbye never felt more real
its a scramble to put down all the words
and to tell everyone how you feel
there are questions i also cant ask
like should i write in past tense
should i be honest or lie
should it be light or dense
i'm scared i might have missed
something that i needed to say
you see as this is my last letter
i cant explain it another way
I've checked it again and its good
i would almost say that i'm proud
you do save the best for last
to...
saying goodbye never felt more real
its a scramble to put down all the words
and to tell everyone how you feel
there are questions i also cant ask
like should i write in past tense
should i be honest or lie
should it be light or dense
i'm scared i might have missed
something that i needed to say
you see as this is my last letter
i cant explain it another way
I've checked it again and its good
i would almost say that i'm proud
you do save the best for last
to...
#sadness
#anxiety
#grief
#heartbroken
#emptiness
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Apr 2019 9:49pm
4th Apr 2019 9:49pm
From the view of insecurity.
Coral.
I don't know why you try. what are you hoping is going to happen, that someones going to come and save you because guess what... that hasn't happened so far so how long are you going to wait for someone else to step in. you were meant to be able to do this yourself, everyone else does. your a failure in everything you do.
you hide behind excuses when in reality all your doing it putting off the things you want to do. you push people away because you feel like they wouldn't want to know you when it should be them who makes that choice. you never put yourself out there because...
I don't know why you try. what are you hoping is going to happen, that someones going to come and save you because guess what... that hasn't happened so far so how long are you going to wait for someone else to step in. you were meant to be able to do this yourself, everyone else does. your a failure in everything you do.
you hide behind excuses when in reality all your doing it putting off the things you want to do. you push people away because you feel like they wouldn't want to know you when it should be them who makes that choice. you never put yourself out there because...
#loneliness
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2019 7:22pm
29th Mar 2019 7:22pm
A Sickness
I worry a lot about things i shouldn't
the thoughts of others, a constant concern
i go about life just like they do
yet these worries i cannot unlearn
i don't even know the worst outcome
like so what if they notice i'm tired
in a packed out room i can only assume
with each other they have conspired
my brain causes me lots of problems
sometimes i cant even answer a phone
its really hard to explain it to others
when the reasons to you are unknown
I've tried many times to fix it,
so i can fit into normal society ...
the thoughts of others, a constant concern
i go about life just like they do
yet these worries i cannot unlearn
i don't even know the worst outcome
like so what if they notice i'm tired
in a packed out room i can only assume
with each other they have conspired
my brain causes me lots of problems
sometimes i cant even answer a phone
its really hard to explain it to others
when the reasons to you are unknown
I've tried many times to fix it,
so i can fit into normal society ...
#anxiety
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 11:12pm
26th Mar 2019 11:12pm
When i wake up
He gives his depression a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake
The depression is crippling, relentless and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep
He rises from his sunken bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
The days of never ending dread.
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake
The depression is crippling, relentless and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep
He rises from his sunken bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
The days of never ending dread.
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#sleep
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2018 10:45pm
25th Sep 2018 10:45pm
The things that hold me back
If I died would you hate me?
Would all the quotes come true?
Is dying really like in the movies
Because I don't want to do that to you
If I left you a letter would it be worse?
Having my final thoughts carved in your head?
I don't think I'd know where to start
Writing all the things that I never said
Would you want to see me?
If you knew it would be the last time?
No more laughing and joking around
Because I don't want to tarnish your shine
Would you cry?
Would you break into pieces and shatter? ...
Would all the quotes come true?
Is dying really like in the movies
Because I don't want to do that to you
If I left you a letter would it be worse?
Having my final thoughts carved in your head?
I don't think I'd know where to start
Writing all the things that I never said
Would you want to see me?
If you knew it would be the last time?
No more laughing and joking around
Because I don't want to tarnish your shine
Would you cry?
Would you break into pieces and shatter? ...
#grief
#suicide
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