Submissions by SortaTherapeutic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2019 7:53am
17th Jan 2019 7:53am
Pools of poetry
My hand just holds the tool,
My soul supplies the fuel.
Emotions flow
With words in tow.
Will flames ignite this pool?
My soul supplies the fuel.
Emotions flow
With words in tow.
Will flames ignite this pool?
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2019 7:10am
17th Jan 2019 7:10am
Cover of night
In the dark,
I bare my soul,
without witness to my plight.
No man,
nor beast,
will ever keep
secrets better
than the night.
I bare my soul,
without witness to my plight.
No man,
nor beast,
will ever keep
secrets better
than the night.
#confessional
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Jul 2018 4:53am
26th Jul 2018 4:53am
Tears of frustration taste different
I do not know who to be upset with
You, or me?
To even ask this question begs the answer
that I already know.
As do you.
We all do.
The questions to which carry inherent truths within them.
Answers so small
that we can pretend we don't see them.
Why am I so frustrated?
Why am I so puzzled?
Why am I so lost?
What is it that you want from me?
I can write my feelings.
speak my thoughts.
Follow. Turn left. Right.
Stop.
Do you want me to feel?
I can do that.
I can...
You, or me?
To even ask this question begs the answer
that I already know.
As do you.
We all do.
The questions to which carry inherent truths within them.
Answers so small
that we can pretend we don't see them.
Why am I so frustrated?
Why am I so puzzled?
Why am I so lost?
What is it that you want from me?
I can write my feelings.
speak my thoughts.
Follow. Turn left. Right.
Stop.
Do you want me to feel?
I can do that.
I can...
#school
#frustration
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2018 4:52am
26th Jul 2018 4:52am
Love of wisdom
I wish it become easier
the more that you know.
That it would get better
the longer you go.
The peaks may get higher
but so deeper the lows.
Where is my joy,
for all of these woes?
I long for the day
my heart's without care
Not without love-
but without all the tears.
I continue to dream of this noble goal.
But the deep dark corners of my lonely despair,
have they managed to tarnish my soul?
If this is the price
this pain in my flesh
"For the joy is twice the pain
No more, no less". ...
the more that you know.
That it would get better
the longer you go.
The peaks may get higher
but so deeper the lows.
Where is my joy,
for all of these woes?
I long for the day
my heart's without care
Not without love-
but without all the tears.
I continue to dream of this noble goal.
But the deep dark corners of my lonely despair,
have they managed to tarnish my soul?
If this is the price
this pain in my flesh
"For the joy is twice the pain
No more, no less". ...
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2018 4:48am
21st Feb 2018 4:48am
My Poison
I have spent countless hours searching for the words to say to you, to truly express myself; overwhelming layers of emotion threaten to consume each sentence.
Sadness, Anger, Hopelessness, Confusion, Loneliness.
Emptiness.
Longing.
Each interwoven with one another;
A complicated nest of despair.
You cannot pull one twig
Without tugging the position of another.
The tears and the sorrow and the pain.
The guilt the anger and the shame.
Some of the words
“Not enough”
“Never enough”
“Ugly”
“Worthless”
I...
Sadness, Anger, Hopelessness, Confusion, Loneliness.
Emptiness.
Longing.
Each interwoven with one another;
A complicated nest of despair.
You cannot pull one twig
Without tugging the position of another.
The tears and the sorrow and the pain.
The guilt the anger and the shame.
Some of the words
“Not enough”
“Never enough”
“Ugly”
“Worthless”
I...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Oct 2017 9:17pm
10th Oct 2017 9:17pm
Melancholy with a side of rain
Paper skin,
Raindrop thoughts.
It’s hard to not let the paper tear.
It tears, and I glue it.
Glue it again,
and again.
Some days are drizzles,
Storms in others.
Sometimes even cloudless days;
the warmth reaching to my bones.
In the presence of sun,
It’s easy to forget the drip drop-
the heavy coolness-
the amplification of my footsteps-
the delicacy of my soul.
But the rain,
although never promised
it is always foreshadowing;
Grey thoughts always ready to
encroach on the...
Raindrop thoughts.
It’s hard to not let the paper tear.
It tears, and I glue it.
Glue it again,
and again.
Some days are drizzles,
Storms in others.
Sometimes even cloudless days;
the warmth reaching to my bones.
In the presence of sun,
It’s easy to forget the drip drop-
the heavy coolness-
the amplification of my footsteps-
the delicacy of my soul.
But the rain,
although never promised
it is always foreshadowing;
Grey thoughts always ready to
encroach on the...
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