Submissions by StoryTeller
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 3:45am
21st Feb 2019 3:45am
What can I give you?
What can I give you,
That I cannot give myself?
The answer is simple,
Albeit saddening.
For I,
Would try to give you the world,
The sun,
The planets,
And everything else and in between.
Everything,
For you.
Although,
For myself,
Well I reserve little to nothing.
I try to give you the mountains,
Snow atop peaks,
Rocks crumbling downward.
All for you.
While giving myself,
Barely the dirt at the base of said mountain peaks.
So ask again,
What could I possibly...
That I cannot give myself?
The answer is simple,
Albeit saddening.
For I,
Would try to give you the world,
The sun,
The planets,
And everything else and in between.
Everything,
For you.
Although,
For myself,
Well I reserve little to nothing.
I try to give you the mountains,
Snow atop peaks,
Rocks crumbling downward.
All for you.
While giving myself,
Barely the dirt at the base of said mountain peaks.
So ask again,
What could I possibly...
#love
#universe
#gratitude
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2018 5:42pm
10th Dec 2018 5:42pm
Lost
Lost.
I'm always getting myself lost.
I don't know whether if by accident or not.
Those woods,
They're so enthralling.
Calling for me for me every night,
Speaking for me by name,
Beckoning me,
“Run into the darkness,
Never look back to what you once loved.”
What is it?
What is the appeal of the dark,
The cold,
The gathering of the trees?
Whatever it could be,
The mystery of the dark,
It cries out to me.
I'm always getting myself lost.
I don't know whether if by accident or not.
Those woods,
They're so enthralling.
Calling for me for me every night,
Speaking for me by name,
Beckoning me,
“Run into the darkness,
Never look back to what you once loved.”
What is it?
What is the appeal of the dark,
The cold,
The gathering of the trees?
Whatever it could be,
The mystery of the dark,
It cries out to me.
#dark
#mystery
#FeelingLost
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2018 00:36am
23rd Oct 2018 00:36am
the words behind my eyes
not fucking good enough
that's all i can think whenever i look in a mirror
eyes staring back at me
they're my own
and they're so damn mean
all they can say over and over
like a broken fucking record
im
not
good
enough
my minds so mean
so goddamn cruel to my heart
i know deep down i am enough
and i am loved
and i can push through
but the words behind my eyes
they try and convince me otherwise
i hate my mind
i know damn well that i am loved by this person
but all i can think is ...
that's all i can think whenever i look in a mirror
eyes staring back at me
they're my own
and they're so damn mean
all they can say over and over
like a broken fucking record
im
not
good
enough
my minds so mean
so goddamn cruel to my heart
i know deep down i am enough
and i am loved
and i can push through
but the words behind my eyes
they try and convince me otherwise
i hate my mind
i know damn well that i am loved by this person
but all i can think is ...
#sadness
#depression
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 6:13pm
21st Aug 2018 6:13pm
Because of you
You know,
Its funny.
I never really liked my name,
Till I heard you say it.
There's really no way for me to put in to words,
How much you mean to me,
It makes me speechless.
Even now I'm lost searching for the words to find how to describe how much you mean to me.
A few months ago I had given up on love,
Yes I know I'm fifteen,
How stupid to give up.
But I did,
I had given up on loving anyone and being loved back.
But then you walked into my life,
And my perspective changed.
I can't believe I...
Its funny.
I never really liked my name,
Till I heard you say it.
There's really no way for me to put in to words,
How much you mean to me,
It makes me speechless.
Even now I'm lost searching for the words to find how to describe how much you mean to me.
A few months ago I had given up on love,
Yes I know I'm fifteen,
How stupid to give up.
But I did,
I had given up on loving anyone and being loved back.
But then you walked into my life,
And my perspective changed.
I can't believe I...
#love
#ILoveYou
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2018 7:39pm
17th Aug 2018 7:39pm
Change
I often find myself drowning in my memories.
Clinging desperately to the happy days,
The smiling moments,
The ones I can't ever replace.
But then there are those memories,
The ones I shun from my mind,
Those of which that I repressed so heavily,
It's as if my memories are just gone from that time.
I'm so focused on the memories and the past,
That I've completely neglected how much I've grown.
The person I've become and will grow to keep becoming,
That person,
She is not someone I would've recognized as myself a year ago. ...
Clinging desperately to the happy days,
The smiling moments,
The ones I can't ever replace.
But then there are those memories,
The ones I shun from my mind,
Those of which that I repressed so heavily,
It's as if my memories are just gone from that time.
I'm so focused on the memories and the past,
That I've completely neglected how much I've grown.
The person I've become and will grow to keep becoming,
That person,
She is not someone I would've recognized as myself a year ago. ...
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2018 3:21pm
17th Aug 2018 3:21pm
Exhausted.
I'm so tired all of the time now.
Whether physical activities lead me to this,
Or I didn't sleep well.
I'm just always tired.
My body constantly feels heavy now.
My shoulders pushing down the rest of me,
My legs feeling ready to give out,
It's as if I'm struggling to keep going.
No matter where I go or what I do,
I would so much rather be in bed, alone.
I don't even like sleep that much,
I don't prefer to be alone,
I'm not even that poor-rested.
I'm just exhausted.
Everything,
It all hurts...
Whether physical activities lead me to this,
Or I didn't sleep well.
I'm just always tired.
My body constantly feels heavy now.
My shoulders pushing down the rest of me,
My legs feeling ready to give out,
It's as if I'm struggling to keep going.
No matter where I go or what I do,
I would so much rather be in bed, alone.
I don't even like sleep that much,
I don't prefer to be alone,
I'm not even that poor-rested.
I'm just exhausted.
Everything,
It all hurts...
#sadness
#depression
#sleep
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2018 6:01am
16th Jan 2018 6:01am
A Glass House
I live in a glass house, with glass walls and glass ceilings.
It's more fragile than I.
Two words, "I'm depressed"
Can shatter the walls and crack the ceiling.
The cracks are held together by care-bear Band-Aids,
The same my mom would put on my blisters and cuts when I was smaller.
We don't talk about those cracks,
When we do they seem to get bigger.
The ceiling above my bed is the most cracked,
Some of them are ancient,
Others are recent.
My mother ignores the cracks,
She thinks they'll heal some day. ...
It's more fragile than I.
Two words, "I'm depressed"
Can shatter the walls and crack the ceiling.
The cracks are held together by care-bear Band-Aids,
The same my mom would put on my blisters and cuts when I was smaller.
We don't talk about those cracks,
When we do they seem to get bigger.
The ceiling above my bed is the most cracked,
Some of them are ancient,
Others are recent.
My mother ignores the cracks,
She thinks they'll heal some day. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2017 3:24pm
27th Nov 2017 3:24pm
Paper worlds
Do you know what it's like,
To watch your whole world collapse around you,,
And knowing that there's nothing you could do to stop it.
The person who's helped you through mostly everything,
Becomes the person who tears down your paper world.
Really,
All of us live in paper worlds.
So fragile, and small,
Waiting just waiting...
To be torn apart
To watch your whole world collapse around you,,
And knowing that there's nothing you could do to stop it.
The person who's helped you through mostly everything,
Becomes the person who tears down your paper world.
Really,
All of us live in paper worlds.
So fragile, and small,
Waiting just waiting...
To be torn apart
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 5:24am
23rd Nov 2017 5:24am
a year before
a year before she stood in front of her mirror,
a year before she was lost and broken,
a year before she wasn't a she at all.
they weren't alright.
they lost everyone,
never saw their friends,
was living in isolation.
they loved nothing anymore,
saw hatred everywhere,
from the clouds in the sky,
to the smoke escaping people's mouths as they stood on the sidewalk,
to the endless amount of wine bottles piling in her family's trash bin.
they would count the number of tears on their face before bed every night, ...
a year before she was lost and broken,
a year before she wasn't a she at all.
they weren't alright.
they lost everyone,
never saw their friends,
was living in isolation.
they loved nothing anymore,
saw hatred everywhere,
from the clouds in the sky,
to the smoke escaping people's mouths as they stood on the sidewalk,
to the endless amount of wine bottles piling in her family's trash bin.
they would count the number of tears on their face before bed every night, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 4:38am
14th Nov 2017 4:38am
a teeny tiny ranty thingy
I'm a mess.
From my dead and damaged hair on my head,
To the faded scars on my waist.
I am a mess.
From the anxiety preventing me from saying what I desperately need to,
To the depression telling me that no one cares, even though I desperately cling to the thought that they do.
Why am I like this?
I oversleep or not at all.
I eat too much or nothing whatsoever.
I let all my emotions escape me and I tell everything to random strangers who barely know my name,
Or I keep it all contained, locked within a cage....
From my dead and damaged hair on my head,
To the faded scars on my waist.
I am a mess.
From the anxiety preventing me from saying what I desperately need to,
To the depression telling me that no one cares, even though I desperately cling to the thought that they do.
Why am I like this?
I oversleep or not at all.
I eat too much or nothing whatsoever.
I let all my emotions escape me and I tell everything to random strangers who barely know my name,
Or I keep it all contained, locked within a cage....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:09pm
22nd Sep 2017 2:09pm
I'm not ok.
I'm tired and I'm sad
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm sad about the fact that I can't sleep at night
Because every fear and every anxiety is digging
At me from behind my eyelids.
I'm not okay,
I haven't been in forever.
I mean yes I've gotten better but I haven't been truly okay,
truly healthy,
or emotionally stable since the sixth grade.
Why am I not okay you may ask?
It's because I can't help myself,
I can't let myself breathe.
I'm serious.
Other people may have caused my heartbreak and pushed me...
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm sad about the fact that I can't sleep at night
Because every fear and every anxiety is digging
At me from behind my eyelids.
I'm not okay,
I haven't been in forever.
I mean yes I've gotten better but I haven't been truly okay,
truly healthy,
or emotionally stable since the sixth grade.
Why am I not okay you may ask?
It's because I can't help myself,
I can't let myself breathe.
I'm serious.
Other people may have caused my heartbreak and pushed me...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2017 4:37am
13th Sep 2017 4:37am
Thank You
Its cheesy and it's stupid,
Its dumb and cliche,
But I love you.
I know I'm damaged,
I know I'm an emotional disaster,
That I'm fueled by self hatred,
Yet you still love me?
You light up rooms,
I didn't know what that meant before you,
But now it just makes sense.
Your laugh is contagious,
I can't help but smile while you laugh at my dumb jokes.
And your dumb jokes,
God are they terrible sometimes,
But I can't help but laugh, cause its you.
I remember when I first met you,
I just felt...
Its dumb and cliche,
But I love you.
I know I'm damaged,
I know I'm an emotional disaster,
That I'm fueled by self hatred,
Yet you still love me?
You light up rooms,
I didn't know what that meant before you,
But now it just makes sense.
Your laugh is contagious,
I can't help but smile while you laugh at my dumb jokes.
And your dumb jokes,
God are they terrible sometimes,
But I can't help but laugh, cause its you.
I remember when I first met you,
I just felt...
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