Submissions by Toria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2020 4:08am
9th Mar 2020 4:08am
There is a story to be told
There is a story to be told
of one young girl,
whose life did mold-
and shape and shift till it reflected
what her peers and parents expected.
She knows her life is constantly scored:
"Well this is an 8, but that is a 4-
You must improve dear,
or else be ashamed of the
stuck-in-a-rut life you've obtained".
Marriage, money, and education
are sole aspects factored in when
life is scored for its success.
There is a lesson to be learned
from the judging of her time.
Not always will the jury find
success...
of one young girl,
whose life did mold-
and shape and shift till it reflected
what her peers and parents expected.
She knows her life is constantly scored:
"Well this is an 8, but that is a 4-
You must improve dear,
or else be ashamed of the
stuck-in-a-rut life you've obtained".
Marriage, money, and education
are sole aspects factored in when
life is scored for its success.
There is a lesson to be learned
from the judging of her time.
Not always will the jury find
success...
#tradition
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 3:59am
6th Jan 2019 3:59am
Out of Body
I now regard my restless sleep
with suspicious contemplation.
While sprawled delicately on my bed
I knew of my condition.
When releasing my cognition
to my dreams
I lost all recognition.
Aware! I reiterate, alert and alive.
Yet still the bed ensnared me.
The darkness enveloped me
when irrational thoughts
wandered aimlessly.
Like soft muck the sheets
spread silently and
compressed my fragile body.
On intervals I tried to arise,
but arousal ended in relapse.
Though shuttered in
my motionless...
with suspicious contemplation.
While sprawled delicately on my bed
I knew of my condition.
When releasing my cognition
to my dreams
I lost all recognition.
Aware! I reiterate, alert and alive.
Yet still the bed ensnared me.
The darkness enveloped me
when irrational thoughts
wandered aimlessly.
Like soft muck the sheets
spread silently and
compressed my fragile body.
On intervals I tried to arise,
but arousal ended in relapse.
Though shuttered in
my motionless...
#nightmares
406 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 2:14am
6th Jan 2019 2:14am
Captured Senses
She lives beneath a film of gauze
where all the world is muffled sound.
And when she tries to see beyond
they dull her senses down.
where all the world is muffled sound.
And when she tries to see beyond
they dull her senses down.
#confusion
372 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2019 4:53am
5th Jan 2019 4:53am
My Lullaby
With eyes leaking out feelings.
Little girl, rest your head upon
that bent up knee you've drawn
into your chest.
And ease your mind
with that gentle way
your body soothes you
with a little sway.
And close your thoughts to all but
those tiny sobs and broken words.
Words that you repeat because
you wish them to be heard.
But remember as you do this
that it's always okay to cry.
Just let them fall
because, after all,
this is your lullaby.
Little girl, rest your head upon
that bent up knee you've drawn
into your chest.
And ease your mind
with that gentle way
your body soothes you
with a little sway.
And close your thoughts to all but
those tiny sobs and broken words.
Words that you repeat because
you wish them to be heard.
But remember as you do this
that it's always okay to cry.
Just let them fall
because, after all,
this is your lullaby.
#ImSorry
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2019 3:58am
3rd Jan 2019 3:58am
Goodbye Soul
Can a bed contain two bodies,
but not a single soul?
Skin encases the hollowed chests
where once two hearts were whole.
The lightest touch and swiftest brush
prodded, pricked, and poked-
punctured that which beat within.
But now it's forever dulled.
Souls seeped out the opened slits.
Then left behind was nothingness.
Once the heart was deemed unfit,
the soul slips past the groping fists.
How can I possibly stay
when I, here, emotionless lay.
but not a single soul?
Skin encases the hollowed chests
where once two hearts were whole.
The lightest touch and swiftest brush
prodded, pricked, and poked-
punctured that which beat within.
But now it's forever dulled.
Souls seeped out the opened slits.
Then left behind was nothingness.
Once the heart was deemed unfit,
the soul slips past the groping fists.
How can I possibly stay
when I, here, emotionless lay.
#UnrequitedLove
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2019 3:38am
3rd Jan 2019 3:38am
Significance
The grass is thick like bedding here,
It beckons me to lie.
And as I lie upon the ground,
I look up to the sky.
Sky thick with black,
no stars I see-
Except for one great ball.
It turns its glowing face to me
and whispers "You're so small.
Your problems, they're so small.
Your actions, they're so small.
Every thought and feeling that
you have is very small.
And who should catch you if you fall?
Who should care about one so small?
For when you pass on, there will come more.
With more small problems to endure. ...
It beckons me to lie.
And as I lie upon the ground,
I look up to the sky.
Sky thick with black,
no stars I see-
Except for one great ball.
It turns its glowing face to me
and whispers "You're so small.
Your problems, they're so small.
Your actions, they're so small.
Every thought and feeling that
you have is very small.
And who should catch you if you fall?
Who should care about one so small?
For when you pass on, there will come more.
With more small problems to endure. ...
#moon
#SelfReflection
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