Submissions by anna_grin (ANNAN)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2021 7:43pm
20th Feb 2021 7:43pm
set you free (come back to me)
you must know your silence hurts
just as i know it’s what we need
i cannot reasonably expect you to wait
for all three of me to be in sync
and while i get my shit together
i will hope that i impress you for a change
you must know i was thinking of you
every time i fucked someone else
you must know not one can stand next to you
i was afraid of my own jealousy
and not afraid enough of yours
this may make you laugh: at times
it wasn’t me
i did wrong,...
just as i know it’s what we need
i cannot reasonably expect you to wait
for all three of me to be in sync
and while i get my shit together
i will hope that i impress you for a change
you must know i was thinking of you
every time i fucked someone else
you must know not one can stand next to you
i was afraid of my own jealousy
and not afraid enough of yours
this may make you laugh: at times
it wasn’t me
i did wrong,...
#love
628 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2021 10:01am
20th Feb 2021 10:01am
snottor
i look after my own
give something for her stomach
give something for her pain
give something for her spirit
brew her tea and make her drink
wipe her nose; clean her ears
fix her face in the mirror
let her out and let her in
wash her body wash her sin
show her things as they were
as they are
as they will be
no one else will do it for me
give something for her stomach
give something for her pain
give something for her spirit
brew her tea and make her drink
wipe her nose; clean her ears
fix her face in the mirror
let her out and let her in
wash her body wash her sin
show her things as they were
as they are
as they will be
no one else will do it for me
#family
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2021 7:19am
20th Feb 2021 7:19am
elflock
i been buying her flowers
and watching how she does it
i been twirling her hair
i can almost pass for grown
and i want it locked
i promise i’m ready
i won’t talk to strangers
i’ll look when i cross
and before i leap
i brush and plait before bed
she guides my hand
i don’t do it every day
sometimes it’s too hard
sometimes i just wanna play
and watching how she does it
i been twirling her hair
i can almost pass for grown
and i want it locked
i promise i’m ready
i won’t talk to strangers
i’ll look when i cross
and before i leap
i brush and plait before bed
she guides my hand
i don’t do it every day
sometimes it’s too hard
sometimes i just wanna play
#dreams
468 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 6:17pm
19th Feb 2021 6:17pm
billingsgate
fuck you
and your fucking shit stain’d fingernails
for what you did
corpulent cunt
i’ve seen you kiss your mother on her mouth
you piss breath’d land whale i shiver to see you
blubbering
there are not the fucking words for you
you cretinous
child
and your fucking shit stain’d fingernails
for what you did
corpulent cunt
i’ve seen you kiss your mother on her mouth
you piss breath’d land whale i shiver to see you
blubbering
there are not the fucking words for you
you cretinous
child
#abuse
531 reads
16 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 9:51am
19th Feb 2021 9:51am
me myself and i
in truth
all my worship
is in service of
self improvement
self worth
self awareness
self respect
self control
and if that self same
is found in the gods
in the sky
land
or sea
if it is found at 3am
heartbroken
heart racing
in the lyrics
of an algorithmic auto play
or the other side of the day
in the yellow sun
on fire
or in sleep
where i skinwalk
in sex
where i
love
...
all my worship
is in service of
self improvement
self worth
self awareness
self respect
self control
and if that self same
is found in the gods
in the sky
land
or sea
if it is found at 3am
heartbroken
heart racing
in the lyrics
of an algorithmic auto play
or the other side of the day
in the yellow sun
on fire
or in sleep
where i skinwalk
in sex
where i
love
...
#spiritual
759 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 1:12am
19th Feb 2021 1:12am
wells
are my eyes
wells
driving to the back of my skull
and can you see the dead floating
i draw this up and ask you
will you drink
if it is poisoned
it is not by me
wells
driving to the back of my skull
and can you see the dead floating
i draw this up and ask you
will you drink
if it is poisoned
it is not by me
#SelfWorth
674 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Feb 2021 10:38pm
17th Feb 2021 10:38pm
transfer
they came in the night for her, to hold her down, while she was occupied with grieving everything that had happened to her and everything she lost. not least her mind. she fought for her life- let it never be said she went quietly- adding more bruises to the ones left by the faithful law. it was no use. two held her legs, two held her arms and a last leaned on her back and pulled down her pyjamas to inject her with something to make her forget. before she became docile she turned her head to her right and saw the saddened face of the nurse she had trusted. she asked of her do you have a son?...
#MentalHealth
647 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2021 7:54pm
16th Feb 2021 7:54pm
i had an unfortunate relationship with a boy who hung nazi flags in his room (and i tried to love him)
he got away with it
because he was brown
and it threw us off;
(or everyone in the scene
was just blind and blasé
to all type of fuckery)
an orphan of occupation
(his mother gave him up)
a lovesick puppy
he liked to set fires
wore skinhead fashions
green laces
in his doc martens
(i bought him those)
an adhd attention fiend
with antisocial personality
(and asperger's)
he pestered his way
out of...
because he was brown
and it threw us off;
(or everyone in the scene
was just blind and blasé
to all type of fuckery)
an orphan of occupation
(his mother gave him up)
a lovesick puppy
he liked to set fires
wore skinhead fashions
green laces
in his doc martens
(i bought him those)
an adhd attention fiend
with antisocial personality
(and asperger's)
he pestered his way
out of...
#racism
557 reads
15 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2021 9:09pm
15th Feb 2021 9:09pm
orange
i am followed by orange flowers:
huge orange blooms in harrogate
picked and arranged in the pot
where we dropped our fag ends
orange lilies in the garden centre
the toxic pollen, so i believe, slyly
murdered my sweet small friend
she couldn’t stand to keep them
nor could i
i bought a tiny orange rose today
the symbolism of which makes me
think of you - but then everything
does; i bought an orange lighter
to go with it
huge orange blooms in harrogate
picked and arranged in the pot
where we dropped our fag ends
orange lilies in the garden centre
the toxic pollen, so i believe, slyly
murdered my sweet small friend
she couldn’t stand to keep them
nor could i
i bought a tiny orange rose today
the symbolism of which makes me
think of you - but then everything
does; i bought an orange lighter
to go with it
#MentalHealth
529 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2021 3:37pm
14th Feb 2021 3:37pm
hey
i washed the musk of you off this morning
after two days: my touch was firm but gentle
i can feel you thinking about me today
but i have things to do and so do you
we may keep each other waiting but
so far it's always been worth it. yes
it's been worth everything
after two days: my touch was firm but gentle
i can feel you thinking about me today
but i have things to do and so do you
we may keep each other waiting but
so far it's always been worth it. yes
it's been worth everything
#love
434 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2021 12:34pm
13th Feb 2021 12:34pm
the executioner
the executioner is getting old.
with every axe swung his joints weaken
with every noose tied he hangs himself.
he looks at the sunrise and thinks: yes, i can see beauty.
he looks at his hands and he says: yes, these hands are righteous.
he looks in the mirror and he knows: yes, this man is good
this man is good.
with every axe swung his joints weaken
with every noose tied he hangs himself.
he looks at the sunrise and thinks: yes, i can see beauty.
he looks at his hands and he says: yes, these hands are righteous.
he looks in the mirror and he knows: yes, this man is good
this man is good.
#friendship
523 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2021 1:24am
11th Feb 2021 1:24am
possibly an early manic episode
the taste
of blood on my lip
the irregular vice of teeth
uncontrollably
i chew a piece of flesh
like gum
the vessels
are so very close to the skin
i send a suggestive text
and almost collapse
at the mere
thought
of giving head
of blood on my lip
the irregular vice of teeth
uncontrollably
i chew a piece of flesh
like gum
the vessels
are so very close to the skin
i send a suggestive text
and almost collapse
at the mere
thought
of giving head
#dirty
479 reads
13 Comments
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