Submissions by SommersWill
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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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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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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