Submissions by SommersWill
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2025 12:16pm
22nd Apr 2025 12:16pm
A Simple Plea
Tonight you dozed off with me
Wrapped up in our cozy fantasy
I cannot stop staring, wanting, dreaming
I must look like I have stars in my eyes.
The weight of your world seems to push down
A world I have barely set foot in
Yet already I want to rush to you and say
Please, come here. Let me help you bear your crown.
Not because you need my help
Not because of any reason, save this one:
I take such delight in your company
that it hardly seems any effort at all.
Already your chisel has been hard at work
Already...
Wrapped up in our cozy fantasy
I cannot stop staring, wanting, dreaming
I must look like I have stars in my eyes.
The weight of your world seems to push down
A world I have barely set foot in
Yet already I want to rush to you and say
Please, come here. Let me help you bear your crown.
Not because you need my help
Not because of any reason, save this one:
I take such delight in your company
that it hardly seems any effort at all.
Already your chisel has been hard at work
Already...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love #stars
#love #stars
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2025 5:33pm
10th Apr 2025 5:33pm
A Word From Death
So,” Death says.
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
#death
#suicide
#depression #hope
#depression #hope
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
Ever Year Is A Piece Of Shit
The faded yellow light of the room bears relentlessly down on me in the last minutes of the year. The soft greys and blacks of my desktop's dark mode seem like a good - but not perfect - metaphor for the colors with which I've painted my life for years now. And just as I'm cooling off from another frustrating and utterly pointless game in which I can barely achieve anything above average, I realize once again just how much I hate everything.
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
#depression
#despair
#humankind
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 9:04pm
15th Sep 2024 9:04pm
Let the sirens sing
Tonight is not remarkable
tonight won't ever matter again
Tomorrow I will see you for the first
and final time
My heart will ache and I'll soothe
its soft cries
With the hard-won knowledge I have found.
But before reason and sense overrule me
I will wade into this wide ocean first
Let its currents try to drown me with
Hope and Despair
Let its waves crush me with Promise
and Disappointment
Let me gulp down the salt and praise
my swift end.
Once more into the Deep, Dark Below
One more time...
tonight won't ever matter again
Tomorrow I will see you for the first
and final time
My heart will ache and I'll soothe
its soft cries
With the hard-won knowledge I have found.
But before reason and sense overrule me
I will wade into this wide ocean first
Let its currents try to drown me with
Hope and Despair
Let its waves crush me with Promise
and Disappointment
Let me gulp down the salt and praise
my swift end.
Once more into the Deep, Dark Below
One more time...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#relationships
#sadness
#UnrequitedLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2024 2:00am
19th Aug 2024 2:00am
Chasing Shadows
Endless dots of light fill a black sky.
I'm in the car, my arm on the window.
This soft breeze caresses me as endless flat planes sweep by me.
A sigh carries on the wind; its words a spell that conjures forth dreams from the nebulous mists of the past.
Somewhere in those mists, you wait for me, not as a viper, but as a kind and gentle pain I would smother myself with, if I could.
I don't even know how to drive, but I'm driving westward, away from it all on this quiet road.
The guitar strings play their soft song of sorrow through the radio.
...
I'm in the car, my arm on the window.
This soft breeze caresses me as endless flat planes sweep by me.
A sigh carries on the wind; its words a spell that conjures forth dreams from the nebulous mists of the past.
Somewhere in those mists, you wait for me, not as a viper, but as a kind and gentle pain I would smother myself with, if I could.
I don't even know how to drive, but I'm driving westward, away from it all on this quiet road.
The guitar strings play their soft song of sorrow through the radio.
...
#heartbroken
#memories
#regret
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2024 1:59am
19th Aug 2024 1:59am
The House on the Hill
The click of the lock is a familiar friend that I've heard a thousand times before
Strangely it never opens; it just helps remind me that it's closed.
Water in my lungs, sand in my eyes. No breath. No escape.
I am Jack's overwhelming knowledge of failure and disappointment.
You are the whirlwind, the storm to which a thousand voices call out in prayer.
Mine among them, whimper though my voice is compared to its thunderous roar.
But I am just me. Little, trapped, old, me.
That mirror is completely empty.
It always is because I...
Strangely it never opens; it just helps remind me that it's closed.
Water in my lungs, sand in my eyes. No breath. No escape.
I am Jack's overwhelming knowledge of failure and disappointment.
You are the whirlwind, the storm to which a thousand voices call out in prayer.
Mine among them, whimper though my voice is compared to its thunderous roar.
But I am just me. Little, trapped, old, me.
That mirror is completely empty.
It always is because I...
#anxiety
#identity
#SelfReflection
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