Submissions by anonymouszoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2023 10:36pm
26th Jul 2023 10:36pm
Train of thought
All at once,
everything goes quiet
and in those loud, loud moments,
you begin to feel tied down.
The thoughts that scare you,
seem so proud, and true,
but in reality, there’s not much that we can do.
But I can shout and make my voice
as loud as it goes,
till someone hears my cry,
and finds my heart
embedded in gold
and the finer arts
that really show
how I see myself.
20 years from now, where will I be?
20 years from now, am I still listening to songs on repeat?
Am I downing coffee?
Have I...
everything goes quiet
and in those loud, loud moments,
you begin to feel tied down.
The thoughts that scare you,
seem so proud, and true,
but in reality, there’s not much that we can do.
But I can shout and make my voice
as loud as it goes,
till someone hears my cry,
and finds my heart
embedded in gold
and the finer arts
that really show
how I see myself.
20 years from now, where will I be?
20 years from now, am I still listening to songs on repeat?
Am I downing coffee?
Have I...
#identity
#motivational
#inspirational
#emotions
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2023 5:54pm
20th Jul 2023 5:54pm
Robbed: An Untold Story
The small town life isn’t
all it’s cracked up to be,
when you are born
into a family,
like her’s.
The trials and tribulations
of simply surviving
linger on the mind
like scars. Reminding
her every day, that
she’s different.
Experienced in life.
Parts of her memory
remain fragmented, torn
out of current existence
to stop the pain that haunts
these moments from
resurfacing.
There will always be
a handprint stained on
her.
His handprint.
Family is seen as an ...
all it’s cracked up to be,
when you are born
into a family,
like her’s.
The trials and tribulations
of simply surviving
linger on the mind
like scars. Reminding
her every day, that
she’s different.
Experienced in life.
Parts of her memory
remain fragmented, torn
out of current existence
to stop the pain that haunts
these moments from
resurfacing.
There will always be
a handprint stained on
her.
His handprint.
Family is seen as an ...
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
#despair
#disappointment
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2023 5:23pm
20th Jul 2023 5:23pm
Psychology
The mind is curious enough
to study itself.
Yet, yours is not curious enough
to want to study mine.
How is my brain hardwired to
know who’s brain it wants to study,
who’s brain it wants to love,
who’s being it wants to understand?
Can the brain make mistakes?
In that case,
was it me loving you, that was the mistake,
or you not loving me?
Is unrequited love simply
a fault in the system?
Or is my brain just not special enough for you.
to study itself.
Yet, yours is not curious enough
to want to study mine.
How is my brain hardwired to
know who’s brain it wants to study,
who’s brain it wants to love,
who’s being it wants to understand?
Can the brain make mistakes?
In that case,
was it me loving you, that was the mistake,
or you not loving me?
Is unrequited love simply
a fault in the system?
Or is my brain just not special enough for you.
#hope
#TimeHeals
#frustration
#confusion
#denial
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2023 11:33am
16th Jul 2023 11:33am
Crowd
I stand upon a stage
Reading out my lines
A rush of excitement
I can’t see
I’m blind
One light shining bright
A glimpse of a figure down below
A small but slow clap
God
I’m going to implode
Then the roar grows loud
Bursting my ears
My heart begins to beat
Loud
Loud for all to hear
I dip to take my bow
A rush of adrenaline to my head
Family in both my hands
“Again!”
“Again!” I said
The swarm cannot overwhelm
The sense of joy I feel just then
It makes me smile,...
Reading out my lines
A rush of excitement
I can’t see
I’m blind
One light shining bright
A glimpse of a figure down below
A small but slow clap
God
I’m going to implode
Then the roar grows loud
Bursting my ears
My heart begins to beat
Loud
Loud for all to hear
I dip to take my bow
A rush of adrenaline to my head
Family in both my hands
“Again!”
“Again!” I said
The swarm cannot overwhelm
The sense of joy I feel just then
It makes me smile,...
#happiness
#love
#motivational
#inspirational
#admiration
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 1:30pm
13th Jul 2023 1:30pm
Butterflies
It’s not the butterflies that tell you you’re in love,
but the pain.
They’ve told me I am too young to love, or to under
stand how intense that emotion should
feel, yet when
I fight with my thoughts, I
find one conclusion and one
only. Love.
I know because I care.
It terrifies me how much I care.
And no, I am not just
another girl who thought she was in love -
8 years of back
and forth
trying to find an answer to
a question I had already answered.
I found that
we define love the way we...
but the pain.
They’ve told me I am too young to love, or to under
stand how intense that emotion should
feel, yet when
I fight with my thoughts, I
find one conclusion and one
only. Love.
I know because I care.
It terrifies me how much I care.
And no, I am not just
another girl who thought she was in love -
8 years of back
and forth
trying to find an answer to
a question I had already answered.
I found that
we define love the way we...
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#despair
#bittersweet
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 1:29pm
13th Jul 2023 1:29pm
Brother
A figure standing next to me
A man of 6,6 tall
A quiet soul of whom I love
To him, I owe it all
He watched me grow
From none to now
And never let me fall
The odd one out
In a sea of liars
We grew up, hand in hand
And I’ll never forget
His genuine smile
On a pedestal, he stands.
To him, I thank
For who I am
And all that I could be
Because what is life
Without a soul
As loving, or as free,
As he.
A man of 6,6 tall
A quiet soul of whom I love
To him, I owe it all
He watched me grow
From none to now
And never let me fall
The odd one out
In a sea of liars
We grew up, hand in hand
And I’ll never forget
His genuine smile
On a pedestal, he stands.
To him, I thank
For who I am
And all that I could be
Because what is life
Without a soul
As loving, or as free,
As he.
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#family
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2023 2:05pm
12th Jul 2023 2:05pm
Unrequited
You don’t just stop loving someone
because they don’t love you back.
The mind becomes more ensnared,
feeling more attached.
It’s what always happens.
I fell in love and he didn’t.
Some power like entity
said we could but we shouldn’t.
I’m heartbroken over a love
that didn’t even exist.
What a sad life of mine, that it
has come to this.
I didn’t even think it was possible
to miss something I never had.
I was wrong.
because they don’t love you back.
The mind becomes more ensnared,
feeling more attached.
It’s what always happens.
I fell in love and he didn’t.
Some power like entity
said we could but we shouldn’t.
I’m heartbroken over a love
that didn’t even exist.
What a sad life of mine, that it
has come to this.
I didn’t even think it was possible
to miss something I never had.
I was wrong.
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#despair
#denial
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2023 2:04pm
12th Jul 2023 2:04pm
Loose Memories
They told me hair had memory
So I cut it short
The strands hold DNA
Floating to the floor
Chopped and cut
You out my life
Till I was healthy
Split ends
Out of sight
Balanced and steady
A weight is off my shoulders
The memories that they held
Have fallen just like feathers
And I can’t help
Looking in the mirror
And seeing a brand new me
I’m glad I cut it off
Now part of me is free.
So I cut it short
The strands hold DNA
Floating to the floor
Chopped and cut
You out my life
Till I was healthy
Split ends
Out of sight
Balanced and steady
A weight is off my shoulders
The memories that they held
Have fallen just like feathers
And I can’t help
Looking in the mirror
And seeing a brand new me
I’m glad I cut it off
Now part of me is free.
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
#escape
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2023 5:59pm
11th Jul 2023 5:59pm
Conceal Me
The way I wear my hair.
The clothes draped upon my skin.
The shape of my nose,
The nape of my neck,
The skills I possess,
The potential for sin.
Use heat to hide the curls,
Paint to plump my lips,
Open up my eyes,
Disguise the double chin.
Pull fabric round my waist,
A chain around my wrist,
4 loops to trap my fingers,
All prim, and neatly trimmed.
With dainty shoes,
A smile on my face,
A flash of white, cos god forbid,
You ever leave a trace.
Of caring for oneself
Without the input
Of the...
The clothes draped upon my skin.
The shape of my nose,
The nape of my neck,
The skills I possess,
The potential for sin.
Use heat to hide the curls,
Paint to plump my lips,
Open up my eyes,
Disguise the double chin.
Pull fabric round my waist,
A chain around my wrist,
4 loops to trap my fingers,
All prim, and neatly trimmed.
With dainty shoes,
A smile on my face,
A flash of white, cos god forbid,
You ever leave a trace.
Of caring for oneself
Without the input
Of the...
#hope
#inspirational
#frustration
#ignorance
#inequality
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2023 5:57pm
11th Jul 2023 5:57pm
Petty
A whisper.
Almost silent from afar.
It’s distant, but it’s chilling,
Yet, it almost makes me laugh.
A twitter of gossip,
A comment here or there,
I could indulge their little game
To watch, as they all stare.
Maybe, they think that I don’t know
Don’t see their flittering looks,
But I’d rather stay, stuck up at home,
All cozy with a book
Than prance about like a pawn
Just a piece to their sick game
I told you once, I’ll tell you twice
It makes me laugh, I do not feel their pain.
Almost silent from afar.
It’s distant, but it’s chilling,
Yet, it almost makes me laugh.
A twitter of gossip,
A comment here or there,
I could indulge their little game
To watch, as they all stare.
Maybe, they think that I don’t know
Don’t see their flittering looks,
But I’d rather stay, stuck up at home,
All cozy with a book
Than prance about like a pawn
Just a piece to their sick game
I told you once, I’ll tell you twice
It makes me laugh, I do not feel their pain.
#sadness
#jealousy
#secrets
#betrayal
#separation
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2023 8:16pm
10th Jul 2023 8:16pm
Crave
i crave your touch
one we once shared
before you worked
until it became too much
for you to handle
i find myself reaching
out to you in times of need
and i cant seem to fight
the feeling of your hand
upon my thigh, my knee
my hair, my neck,
the way you breathe
when you sleep
all of this intoxicates me
i remember the beat
as i lay on your chest
i remember the movie
in the background
i remember the music
we made together
when it was far past
sundown
i remember...
one we once shared
before you worked
until it became too much
for you to handle
i find myself reaching
out to you in times of need
and i cant seem to fight
the feeling of your hand
upon my thigh, my knee
my hair, my neck,
the way you breathe
when you sleep
all of this intoxicates me
i remember the beat
as i lay on your chest
i remember the movie
in the background
i remember the music
we made together
when it was far past
sundown
i remember...
#grief
#loneliness
#despair
#denial
#emotional
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2023 8:14pm
10th Jul 2023 8:14pm
A Collection of Thoughts
I shouldn’t be this kind of tired at my age.
I admit that I am overwhelmed, at my own mercy,
Victimised by my own hand,
But I’ve always felt if I did nothing, I wasn’t worth
The thoughts I had. The wishes I had.
But I should be allowed to grieve the child I could’ve been.
One without worry, or fear, or a sense of sin.
It isn’t that I haven’t loved every minute but,
I wonder if I grew up too fast,
Or should have spent more time just living.
Not worrying or complaining or comparing myself to an impossibility.
The thing is, even...
I admit that I am overwhelmed, at my own mercy,
Victimised by my own hand,
But I’ve always felt if I did nothing, I wasn’t worth
The thoughts I had. The wishes I had.
But I should be allowed to grieve the child I could’ve been.
One without worry, or fear, or a sense of sin.
It isn’t that I haven’t loved every minute but,
I wonder if I grew up too fast,
Or should have spent more time just living.
Not worrying or complaining or comparing myself to an impossibility.
The thing is, even...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#risk
#vulnerability
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