Submissions by anonymouszoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rot
With a rusted metal spike,
A puncture is made
That lets a pressured breath
Escape it's ironed cage.
With a brother spike,
the spine is crumbled.
Each vertebrae screaming,
with a cry, that's muffled.
Another sister spike,
takes a victim of the throat.
Stifling your voice,
spluttering and mute.
A final mother spike
tears into the heart.
Contracting it's muscles,
clawing love apart.
You can hold the spikes
in your body like scars
bottled up, waiting
to let it all start.
...
A puncture is made
That lets a pressured breath
Escape it's ironed cage.
With a brother spike,
the spine is crumbled.
Each vertebrae screaming,
with a cry, that's muffled.
Another sister spike,
takes a victim of the throat.
Stifling your voice,
spluttering and mute.
A final mother spike
tears into the heart.
Contracting it's muscles,
clawing love apart.
You can hold the spikes
in your body like scars
bottled up, waiting
to let it all start.
...
#sadness
#shame
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
#emotions
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Alive Nightmares
A plague has hit my head
A fox chasing a rabbit, me
It’s burning down my house,
My children, life,
A family of three
It’s mocking as I’m running
I don’t dare to look behind
I’ve lost all I once owned
I feel empty inside
And don’t you dare befriend the fox
I see it’s mob in tow
Their faces droop, with sadness too
As they burn my little home
They know what they do is wrong
They can’t make a choice to leave
They’ve been stuck and cornered, belittled and mocked
Just the same as me.
A fox chasing a rabbit, me
It’s burning down my house,
My children, life,
A family of three
It’s mocking as I’m running
I don’t dare to look behind
I’ve lost all I once owned
I feel empty inside
And don’t you dare befriend the fox
I see it’s mob in tow
Their faces droop, with sadness too
As they burn my little home
They know what they do is wrong
They can’t make a choice to leave
They’ve been stuck and cornered, belittled and mocked
Just the same as me.
#loneliness
#identity
#dreams
#death
#nightmares
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Constant
Sometimes we don’t want to rid ourselves of pain,
Because it is the last link we have to an experience
We do not want to forget.
Sometimes we are afraid to let ourselves be happy,
Because feeling pain is much easier,
Than maintaining happiness.
Or you're worried it’ll never last.
Sometimes we have to watch a friend turn into a stranger,
For better or for worse.
But we hold ourselves in pain, to allow the
Person to be reminded, that they meant something
To you. Not just a memory fleeting
past.
Sometimes we hold...
Because it is the last link we have to an experience
We do not want to forget.
Sometimes we are afraid to let ourselves be happy,
Because feeling pain is much easier,
Than maintaining happiness.
Or you're worried it’ll never last.
Sometimes we have to watch a friend turn into a stranger,
For better or for worse.
But we hold ourselves in pain, to allow the
Person to be reminded, that they meant something
To you. Not just a memory fleeting
past.
Sometimes we hold...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
#suffering
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Sideline
At a previous point in our lives
Our story would have made headlines
Not the page 14, side chapter, waffle
That skims past our eyes.
Now the headline reads someone new
But I’m rooting for you
From the sideline.
If I could, I’d will it another way,
Instead, I’m rooting for you
From the sideline.
I’d cry to see you in pain,
Yet I’m only rooting for you
From the sideline.
I don’t play on the pitch anymore
But I’ll sit on the bench and wave.
I’m not the first one you text,
But I’ll be there anyway, just in...
Our story would have made headlines
Not the page 14, side chapter, waffle
That skims past our eyes.
Now the headline reads someone new
But I’m rooting for you
From the sideline.
If I could, I’d will it another way,
Instead, I’m rooting for you
From the sideline.
I’d cry to see you in pain,
Yet I’m only rooting for you
From the sideline.
I don’t play on the pitch anymore
But I’ll sit on the bench and wave.
I’m not the first one you text,
But I’ll be there anyway, just in...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
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A Plea
when open fields turn desolate valleys
we do not weep to see
a hag stood stout
with warts a plenty
her childhood in foot, a desperate plea
her hand tense and open
a sign in one, that reads
“stop and see the inner workings
of none other than a man”
she pleads
a memory past, of times long gone
she fails to recall it all
when her youth was once
a virtuous nature, where she stood
proud and tall
her bones turned frail
her pocket empty
her hair below her knee
knotted with handprints
of...
we do not weep to see
a hag stood stout
with warts a plenty
her childhood in foot, a desperate plea
her hand tense and open
a sign in one, that reads
“stop and see the inner workings
of none other than a man”
she pleads
a memory past, of times long gone
she fails to recall it all
when her youth was once
a virtuous nature, where she stood
proud and tall
her bones turned frail
her pocket empty
her hair below her knee
knotted with handprints
of...
#grief
#men
#abuse
#oppression
#death
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Happier Poetry
i want to write happier poetry
i long for my mind to rest at ease
i need to find the light in life
i yearn to be happy
i thirst for a reason to smile
i crave an airy thought
i hunger for closure
for a while I have sought
this
i cannot justify writing happier poetry
when in 6, I feel unsure
when in 1, I’ll feel pain
at none, nothing at all
so far yet not really far at all
2 turns to 1, turns to none
8 down the drain,
no certificate of time
I can’t even complain,
when it wasn’t even mine ...
i long for my mind to rest at ease
i need to find the light in life
i yearn to be happy
i thirst for a reason to smile
i crave an airy thought
i hunger for closure
for a while I have sought
this
i cannot justify writing happier poetry
when in 6, I feel unsure
when in 1, I’ll feel pain
at none, nothing at all
so far yet not really far at all
2 turns to 1, turns to none
8 down the drain,
no certificate of time
I can’t even complain,
when it wasn’t even mine ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death #fate
#death #fate
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