Submissions by TrueLover (Meganne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Hello. Poetry is one of the ways I’m best at communicating. All the poems I write are from personal experiences and battles I’ve gone through. I hope to relate to and or inspire readers.
DARK POEM
Published
Today 8:38am
Today 8:38am
All of your bullshit
I’m sick of your bullshit and sick of the lies,
It’s at the point when I no longer cry.
Sick to my stomach,
Man I’m feeling weak.
Got so much to say,
But I cannot speak.
I open my mouth,
But the words don’t come out
You thought it was funny,
You thought it was dumb,
I thought that it hurt,
But the truth is I’m numb.
To pain that you cause,
And the heart that you broke.
I said I was sorry,
But started to choke.
On all of your bullshit and all of your lies,
And all the things I’ve been keeping...
It’s at the point when I no longer cry.
Sick to my stomach,
Man I’m feeling weak.
Got so much to say,
But I cannot speak.
I open my mouth,
But the words don’t come out
You thought it was funny,
You thought it was dumb,
I thought that it hurt,
But the truth is I’m numb.
To pain that you cause,
And the heart that you broke.
I said I was sorry,
But started to choke.
On all of your bullshit and all of your lies,
And all the things I’ve been keeping...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#confessional #hurt
#confessional #hurt
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DARK POEM
Published
Today 8:34am
Today 8:34am
I Remember (Rap)
I smelt your cologne in the store today,
An instant reminder that you were never going to stay.
I don’t remember things ever being this way.
You got me fucked up
And now I am trippin.
I hear that the alcohol you have been sippin on,
Hasn’t worked out the way that you thought it would.
All of those lonely nights,
You wish I was by your side
Alone in your bed,
With thoughts in your head.
How does it feel to regret what you said.
I would be lying
If i said I moved on.
I would start crying
If you said...
An instant reminder that you were never going to stay.
I don’t remember things ever being this way.
You got me fucked up
And now I am trippin.
I hear that the alcohol you have been sippin on,
Hasn’t worked out the way that you thought it would.
All of those lonely nights,
You wish I was by your side
Alone in your bed,
With thoughts in your head.
How does it feel to regret what you said.
I would be lying
If i said I moved on.
I would start crying
If you said...
#anxiety
#breakup
#confessional #emotions
#confessional #emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:50am
Yesterday 5:50am
Skeletons in your closet
It’s that time of year again.
Time to drag your skeletons out of the closet.
As your digging through all the clutter,
Leave the cobwebs behind.
What did you find?
Memories of torture?
Feelings of pain?
Or perhaps a deep internal shame?
Time to drag your skeletons out of the closet.
As your digging through all the clutter,
Leave the cobwebs behind.
What did you find?
Memories of torture?
Feelings of pain?
Or perhaps a deep internal shame?
#dark
#Halloween
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3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2021 10:04am
21st Oct 2021 10:04am
How?
Mistakes piled up like the dishes in the sink when the motivation disipates.
Sins clinging on like the stains on all the dirty plates.
How can he wash me clean?
How can God restore the purity that was once in me?
Sins clinging on like the stains on all the dirty plates.
How can he wash me clean?
How can God restore the purity that was once in me?
#anxiety
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6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2021 10:46pm
18th Oct 2021 10:46pm
I didn’t play, but I still lost
He left me but I held on with all my might,
I still am, just not holding on as tight.
Why does it still hurt?
Maybe we were destined to fail,
But he walked away from where I stayed,
It was as if the devil set up a game and he played.
HOW did I still loose?
If I didn’t choose, to play?
I still am, just not holding on as tight.
Why does it still hurt?
Maybe we were destined to fail,
But he walked away from where I stayed,
It was as if the devil set up a game and he played.
HOW did I still loose?
If I didn’t choose, to play?
#depression
#breakup
#hurt
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2021 10:38pm
18th Oct 2021 10:38pm
How are you?
How are you?”
That is a very common expression,
to gain a brief human connection.
But this time, you a stranger.
Asked me how I am.
A small thought entered my head, “is this a scam?”
You wouldn’t understand.
I have a lot on my mind.
So, I hope you have time.
Ok, here’s the back story.
A little girls dream of being a Princess.
Was quickly crushed by.
I’ll give you one guess.
That’s right another girl dreaming of being Queen.
She didn’t like me because her eyes were sky blue,
and...
That is a very common expression,
to gain a brief human connection.
But this time, you a stranger.
Asked me how I am.
A small thought entered my head, “is this a scam?”
You wouldn’t understand.
I have a lot on my mind.
So, I hope you have time.
Ok, here’s the back story.
A little girls dream of being a Princess.
Was quickly crushed by.
I’ll give you one guess.
That’s right another girl dreaming of being Queen.
She didn’t like me because her eyes were sky blue,
and...
#depression
#ShortStory
#emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 8:35am
6th Oct 2021 8:35am
Interrogated
Me: “Hey, I need someone to talk to, do you have time?”
Them: “What’s wrong with you now?
Me: “Just been feeling wrapped up in my thoughts lately. Just feeling really down today.”
Them: “Why are you like this?”
Me: “I have depression. This isn’t something that I chose.”
Them: “When will you give up this self pity act?”
Me: “ It’s not self pity. It’s desperation. A longing to have normal thoughts. Normal feelings and emotional intensity.”
Them: “How can you complain when your life isn’t that bad?”
Me: “I’m...
Them: “What’s wrong with you now?
Me: “Just been feeling wrapped up in my thoughts lately. Just feeling really down today.”
Them: “Why are you like this?”
Me: “I have depression. This isn’t something that I chose.”
Them: “When will you give up this self pity act?”
Me: “ It’s not self pity. It’s desperation. A longing to have normal thoughts. Normal feelings and emotional intensity.”
Them: “How can you complain when your life isn’t that bad?”
Me: “I’m...
#depression
#honesty
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 8:44pm
4th Oct 2021 8:44pm
Perfect conditions for a disaster
As I lay here the thoughts seem to be absorbed by the dark that the night brings.
It’s like they’re scattered all around the room.
I can feel them all around me.
Like shadows patiently waiting in the night.
It’s as if the air conditioner is circulating the darkness some how.
It seems to be the perfect setting for a F5 mental disaster.
It’s like they’re scattered all around the room.
I can feel them all around me.
Like shadows patiently waiting in the night.
It’s as if the air conditioner is circulating the darkness some how.
It seems to be the perfect setting for a F5 mental disaster.
#dark
#emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 7:33pm
4th Oct 2021 7:33pm
Thoughts absorbed by the dark the night brings
I hate the way the dark thoughts creep into my brain when I lay in bed at night. Like the gentle breeze slowly seeping in from the wind roaring outside.
At first its just a subtle chill, but eventually the room becomes noticeable colder.
Much like the owl I can hear sitting in a tree somewhere out there under the moonlight. I hope the thoughts are too completely unaware of the vulnerable prey in this room.
At first its just a subtle chill, but eventually the room becomes noticeable colder.
Much like the owl I can hear sitting in a tree somewhere out there under the moonlight. I hope the thoughts are too completely unaware of the vulnerable prey in this room.
#emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 8:40am
4th Oct 2021 8:40am
Time for a new tactic
I remember the day it arrived, it was a dreary bus ride home from school.
The world continued on and I remember all the passing cars.
Depression has been like a cloud of black smoke filling up my lungs just enough leave to invisible scars.
As the smoke fills the air,
It’s not lethal to everyone only some of us even knows its there.
Even though self inflicnted death rates are climbing the worlds reaction still seems so anticlimactic.
Maybe I should try another tactic.
Maybe I should try a different form of expression. ...
The world continued on and I remember all the passing cars.
Depression has been like a cloud of black smoke filling up my lungs just enough leave to invisible scars.
As the smoke fills the air,
It’s not lethal to everyone only some of us even knows its there.
Even though self inflicnted death rates are climbing the worlds reaction still seems so anticlimactic.
Maybe I should try another tactic.
Maybe I should try a different form of expression. ...
#PowerOfWords
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Oct 2021 2:31am
4th Oct 2021 2:31am
Truth to the lies
You say that I’m not alone.
But I have lost people and some scars are more than an urn or a head stone.
Some have chosen separate paths.
Others have chosen to relapse; back to the same people that caused wounds that I bandaged.
I have some alive and doing well in their own home.
But I still have no notifications on my phone.
As the minute hand circles the clock and hours turn to minutes.
I start to wonder if even my mind has limits.
It cant exactly create something out of thin air.
There has to be some truth to the lies...
But I have lost people and some scars are more than an urn or a head stone.
Some have chosen separate paths.
Others have chosen to relapse; back to the same people that caused wounds that I bandaged.
I have some alive and doing well in their own home.
But I still have no notifications on my phone.
As the minute hand circles the clock and hours turn to minutes.
I start to wonder if even my mind has limits.
It cant exactly create something out of thin air.
There has to be some truth to the lies...
#loneliness
#hurt
#emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2021 3:27am
1st Oct 2021 3:27am
Words staining the paper (REMAKE)
The words spilling on the page staining like red wine.
Some how like the paper I too absorb the words and they keep me strong
when my mental state begins to decline.
Although it makes me strong, it weakens the cells in my head like a wall holding back all the darkness within.
I guess the lesson is as they say “ you cant put the ink back from the paper to the pen”.
Some how like the paper I too absorb the words and they keep me strong
when my mental state begins to decline.
Although it makes me strong, it weakens the cells in my head like a wall holding back all the darkness within.
I guess the lesson is as they say “ you cant put the ink back from the paper to the pen”.
#emotions
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