Submissions by braine420 (Izabela)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My Body
My body is like an academic trophy awarded to a popular kid.
I like to show it off in confidence one second,
But hide it in embarassment the next.
I trust select people to look at it.
My arms, my legs, my face, my neck, my smile.
Sometimes I stare at it in the mirror and cry for a long while.
And for some reason, when you asked to see every inch,
I didnt think twice, I didnt even flinch.
After some time, I felt used up, like my body had been wasted.
I woke up this morning to find that the pictures i sent you had been copied and pasted. ...
I like to show it off in confidence one second,
But hide it in embarassment the next.
I trust select people to look at it.
My arms, my legs, my face, my neck, my smile.
Sometimes I stare at it in the mirror and cry for a long while.
And for some reason, when you asked to see every inch,
I didnt think twice, I didnt even flinch.
After some time, I felt used up, like my body had been wasted.
I woke up this morning to find that the pictures i sent you had been copied and pasted. ...
#shame
#despair
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Orange
A nice sunset or sunrise,
With you, I have my best highs,
But Im never really with you.
Its quite sad to think about.
You could say it makes me blue.
I would like to think you care but I have my doubt.
When thinking of you I tend to smile,
But recently I frown,
I sit and think of you for quite a while,
And in my head, I imagine brown.
The brown specs in your beautiful hazel eyes,
Youre long and messy brown hair,
But then you reach the darker part of my mind,
Where our clothes fall everywhere.
Speaking of...
With you, I have my best highs,
But Im never really with you.
Its quite sad to think about.
You could say it makes me blue.
I would like to think you care but I have my doubt.
When thinking of you I tend to smile,
But recently I frown,
I sit and think of you for quite a while,
And in my head, I imagine brown.
The brown specs in your beautiful hazel eyes,
Youre long and messy brown hair,
But then you reach the darker part of my mind,
Where our clothes fall everywhere.
Speaking of...
#sadness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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His silly little game
What is this game that we are playing?
You want me, you don't
Make up your mind
You are running out of time
The clock is ticking
I'm counting down the hours until I finally take my life
I am not ready to die
But every time I play I feel ready
So ready that I dig into my skin and watch myself bleed
So ready that I say my goodbyes
So ready that I write my apologies, my letter
I know this game by heart but I keep playing
Trickery is your mastered art
You draw me in, offer me a turn
You have the key to my heart but you make my...
You want me, you don't
Make up your mind
You are running out of time
The clock is ticking
I'm counting down the hours until I finally take my life
I am not ready to die
But every time I play I feel ready
So ready that I dig into my skin and watch myself bleed
So ready that I say my goodbyes
So ready that I write my apologies, my letter
I know this game by heart but I keep playing
Trickery is your mastered art
You draw me in, offer me a turn
You have the key to my heart but you make my...
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken
#shame
#emptiness
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Him
To him i am simply just a pawn
what he doesnt know is i think about him from dusk until dawn
with every new day we grow farther apart
at one time we loved with the same beating heart
mine.
it was always one sided
we were always together until they collided
it was like a disney meetcute
how could i compete
no matter how i spend my time
to him i am not worth even a single silver dime
what he doesnt know is i think about him from dusk until dawn
with every new day we grow farther apart
at one time we loved with the same beating heart
mine.
it was always one sided
we were always together until they collided
it was like a disney meetcute
how could i compete
no matter how i spend my time
to him i am not worth even a single silver dime
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness #rejection
#loneliness #rejection
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Torture; Blinded By "Love"
Even though I am breathing i do not feel alive
I changed myself to be better for him, to fit his standards
The longer i was with him, I lost touch with what was real
Yet every time he came back, like a fool, I fell back into his arms
It was all a show, but unlike the movies, we did not fall in love for real
I loved him, the love i had for him was not mutual
I couldn't break the cycle, I couldn't break free
I couldn't cut the ties, break the shackles that were so tight around my wrists I started to bleed
The blood that flowed down my arm let me know I...
I changed myself to be better for him, to fit his standards
The longer i was with him, I lost touch with what was real
Yet every time he came back, like a fool, I fell back into his arms
It was all a show, but unlike the movies, we did not fall in love for real
I loved him, the love i had for him was not mutual
I couldn't break the cycle, I couldn't break free
I couldn't cut the ties, break the shackles that were so tight around my wrists I started to bleed
The blood that flowed down my arm let me know I...
#regret
#heartbroken
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Imperfect World
In a perfect world, I would be happy.
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world...
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world...
#dystopian
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