Submissions by annieeverlong
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You can expect drug, observational, dark, and love related poetry here. Sometimes I move into darker themes at the end of my poems, and sometimes end on just a short thought or word.
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Sep 2017 9:45pm
12th Sep 2017 9:45pm
Grow Up
When I grow up I want to be
a biologist
scientist
I'm afraid of the world and I seek to understand it
novelist
If the world is unfair I may as well document it
musician
The "better place" method seemed to work for them I seek the answers but can't find none
I'm consumed by the shame and deceit of my home
I, the comedian
psychologist
I can't fix myself, why not try others
my mum did that and she could never be a mother
Challenger
Fuck the isms
the suffixes that bind
never ist. never ism. never ician. ...
a biologist
scientist
I'm afraid of the world and I seek to understand it
novelist
If the world is unfair I may as well document it
musician
The "better place" method seemed to work for them I seek the answers but can't find none
I'm consumed by the shame and deceit of my home
I, the comedian
psychologist
I can't fix myself, why not try others
my mum did that and she could never be a mother
Challenger
Fuck the isms
the suffixes that bind
never ist. never ism. never ician. ...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2017 10:08pm
7th Feb 2017 10:08pm
Palm Trees
a side note: I would love to explain this poem if someone is curious. It may seem obvious then enigmatic in some spots, but it's for a reason.]
Palm trees
I looked past the gloom of grey
The glory of being in such a bangin city
Such a brilliant time to be alive
Living in such a spotless bubble
Oh what a time to watch the cement pour
The building go up and up around
The cranes with big white names splattered atop
What a time of opportunity
A time for ski breaks during the week
School holidays for the kids
A safe and...
Palm trees
I looked past the gloom of grey
The glory of being in such a bangin city
Such a brilliant time to be alive
Living in such a spotless bubble
Oh what a time to watch the cement pour
The building go up and up around
The cranes with big white names splattered atop
What a time of opportunity
A time for ski breaks during the week
School holidays for the kids
A safe and...
612 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 5:28pm
3rd Feb 2017 5:28pm
Quest
(#22 Vision Quest)
Seeking strength from those greater in stature and state,
I follow your patterns,
Intricate and arrogant,
Carved deep into your skin,
Seeking a guide to the perils of such
Domesticated life
Warmth is generated in your unseen hearth,
You glide softly upon land,
To sink claws and teeth into others,
Whilst we strive to encompass your might,
We starve and militarise
Pondering the question
why worship
When instinct roars
“decimate”?
Seeking strength from those greater in stature and state,
I follow your patterns,
Intricate and arrogant,
Carved deep into your skin,
Seeking a guide to the perils of such
Domesticated life
Warmth is generated in your unseen hearth,
You glide softly upon land,
To sink claws and teeth into others,
Whilst we strive to encompass your might,
We starve and militarise
Pondering the question
why worship
When instinct roars
“decimate”?
510 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 8:42am
3rd Feb 2017 8:42am
Sterilistic Bastard (Paranoia)
I have less a fear of people,
More of their surrounding entities,
As personality is just a disguise
For the leviathan lying and laid within
More of their surrounding entities,
As personality is just a disguise
For the leviathan lying and laid within
584 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 8:34am
3rd Feb 2017 8:34am
Ataraxia
It cannot be achieved it seemed,
For years I yearned for more than this,
I cried and turned my head,
Towards an imaginary needle of microscopic vibration
I couldn’t find the words
I tried to write poems, prose alike
Spent too much time using “I”
But what else was there to discover;
Is ataraxia somewhere to be found,
And is it in my own head?
For years I yearned for more than this,
I cried and turned my head,
Towards an imaginary needle of microscopic vibration
I couldn’t find the words
I tried to write poems, prose alike
Spent too much time using “I”
But what else was there to discover;
Is ataraxia somewhere to be found,
And is it in my own head?
492 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2016 3:24pm
25th Jul 2016 3:24pm
The Colour Poppy
The vibrations of failure came too soon,
What I remember as a blur of colours and a poorly lit A&E room,
Were more meaningful than I thought.
The unfamiliar look I get from those I used to call “loved”,
The poppies I suddenly saw everywhere.
Fear is addictive in more ways than one,
A descriptive contradiction of one’s pain and one’s love,
We played Cambridge in Newcastle and saw the world unfit,
“Rape Me” to MTV for the thrill of another,
The pain and love both held up in a hospital bed,
Full of the poppies of strangers,
the images...
What I remember as a blur of colours and a poorly lit A&E room,
Were more meaningful than I thought.
The unfamiliar look I get from those I used to call “loved”,
The poppies I suddenly saw everywhere.
Fear is addictive in more ways than one,
A descriptive contradiction of one’s pain and one’s love,
We played Cambridge in Newcastle and saw the world unfit,
“Rape Me” to MTV for the thrill of another,
The pain and love both held up in a hospital bed,
Full of the poppies of strangers,
the images...
491 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jul 2016 11:13pm
17th Jul 2016 11:13pm
Text to Mum 17-7-16
I know. It's been a rough few days. I have to talk later. I hate my life as usual, met a kid who's mom I think killed herself but doesn't know when to shut up; only girl who's still nice is obnoxious and emo. I think my roommate is insane and may be out to kill/ harm me and I'm now listening in on someone's conversation (yelling). I looked at the school you liked and I had an incredibly bad feeling about it, their history and literature programs are dodgy. I want to go to public but after getting mean comments on my pathetic writing I've realised otherwise. If I want to get into a school so I...
647 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 11:37pm
10th Jul 2016 11:37pm
Paperclips and Pencils
I should have warned you
Before you did it
Your childlike blindness
In such a confident mind
I don't want to die
But I have to end it
I killed myself once
Now no one trusts me
I guess I'll do it
Creatively
This time
Poetically
With paperclips
and pencils
The irony
I couldn't handle it mentally
But this pencil
And these clips
Would fit nicely
In my ribs
Fuck your bad feeling
Your love isn't real
Fuck your disbelief
Stop making excuses
Stop controlling my mind
Don't look or you'll...
Before you did it
Your childlike blindness
In such a confident mind
I don't want to die
But I have to end it
I killed myself once
Now no one trusts me
I guess I'll do it
Creatively
This time
Poetically
With paperclips
and pencils
The irony
I couldn't handle it mentally
But this pencil
And these clips
Would fit nicely
In my ribs
Fuck your bad feeling
Your love isn't real
Fuck your disbelief
Stop making excuses
Stop controlling my mind
Don't look or you'll...
596 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2016 9:09am
28th May 2016 9:09am
Your Un•der•stand•ment
I find confusion
in the unalloyed
forms of existence
But find clarity
In your tireless love
for the simplest life
I find frustration
in simpleminded
comments on my form
But find peace and calm
In your love of mind
instead of body
I find anxiety
in a lack of known
in the modern world
But the purest lust
for the things you know
none can comprehend
in the unalloyed
forms of existence
But find clarity
In your tireless love
for the simplest life
I find frustration
in simpleminded
comments on my form
But find peace and calm
In your love of mind
instead of body
I find anxiety
in a lack of known
in the modern world
But the purest lust
for the things you know
none can comprehend
649 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 4:27am
23rd May 2016 4:27am
edgar allen poe
edgar allen poe wrote about his fateful woes where as i write about my endless tide,
flowing through the strip may the alcohol have been,
but i can never flow,
for i get stuck and lost and sob in a rage,
like edgar allen poe.
i may haven’t perved on a thirteen year old,
because i am too close to one,
and i don’t even have one to sob and moon and morn over,
because i’m alone constantly,
like edgar allen poe.
we are too similar to be so different,
but i still don’t feel a closeness with someone who lived such a painful life,
while...
flowing through the strip may the alcohol have been,
but i can never flow,
for i get stuck and lost and sob in a rage,
like edgar allen poe.
i may haven’t perved on a thirteen year old,
because i am too close to one,
and i don’t even have one to sob and moon and morn over,
because i’m alone constantly,
like edgar allen poe.
we are too similar to be so different,
but i still don’t feel a closeness with someone who lived such a painful life,
while...
#depression
#loneliness
#EdgarAllanPoe
662 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 6:13am
22nd May 2016 6:13am
YEARNING
manic depressive fucked up lifestyle of someone much worse than the frogs that gaze into the doors of the nicest restaurants knowing their limbs will be savagely pulled off of them so people pretending to be fancy by ordering someone they don’t know anything about; kind of like my horrifying realisation I will die that I find out every day even though I’m sure it will be by my own hand I cannot imagine being in a place where I WAS DEPRIVED OF THE THINGS I SPENT MY DAY USING AND WANTING AND NEEDING I know I WOULDN’T SURVIVE IT as I am a weak creature by nature and am so MANICALLY FUCKED UP I...
686 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 5:13am
22nd May 2016 5:13am
Pricks and Thorns
The way it felt when you left me,
Made me thrown pricks in the fire,
Filling the cave with more smoke,
Closing in the walls,
Pushing everyone out.
The way it felt when you fucked me over,
Made me cry a new puddle,
Filling the cave with more salt,
Drowning hope,
Fumigating the life out of me.
The way it felt when you messed with my thoughts,
Made me cut deeper into the cave,
Deeper into myself.
The way it felt killing myself over you,
For nothing
Except
Hospitalisation
Made me thrown pricks in the fire,
Filling the cave with more smoke,
Closing in the walls,
Pushing everyone out.
The way it felt when you fucked me over,
Made me cry a new puddle,
Filling the cave with more salt,
Drowning hope,
Fumigating the life out of me.
The way it felt when you messed with my thoughts,
Made me cut deeper into the cave,
Deeper into myself.
The way it felt killing myself over you,
For nothing
Except
Hospitalisation
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