Submissions by cautiouscreator
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2018 2:50am
27th Aug 2018 2:50am
Space Trash or Shooting Star
I don't need much
A kiss on the forehead, because it's the closest to kissing my mind you can get.
A gift as simple as the 50p unicorn stickers, you know I love to decorate my laptop with.
A meal together, where we always agree there is no such thing as too much cheese.
A cuddle under the night sky, where we tiff about shooting stars and space trash.
A hug so long and comfortable, I feel as if we are physically one.
A bed time smoke, that turns into a long conversation about how society fucks us over.
These moments help me, when I feel so...
A kiss on the forehead, because it's the closest to kissing my mind you can get.
A gift as simple as the 50p unicorn stickers, you know I love to decorate my laptop with.
A meal together, where we always agree there is no such thing as too much cheese.
A cuddle under the night sky, where we tiff about shooting stars and space trash.
A hug so long and comfortable, I feel as if we are physically one.
A bed time smoke, that turns into a long conversation about how society fucks us over.
These moments help me, when I feel so...
#happiness
#love
#suicide
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Jul 2018 6:14pm
10th Jul 2018 6:14pm
Loops
Loops
Thoughts get looped
over
and
over.
Will today finally be the day I get to die in a car crash?
Loops
Same thoughts
over
and
over.
I wonder how fast the car would need to be going for me to die instantly?
Loops
More thoughts
over
and
over.
I really want some ice cream.
Loops
Food thoughts
over
and
over.
...
Thoughts get looped
over
and
over.
Will today finally be the day I get to die in a car crash?
Loops
Same thoughts
over
and
over.
I wonder how fast the car would need to be going for me to die instantly?
Loops
More thoughts
over
and
over.
I really want some ice cream.
Loops
Food thoughts
over
and
over.
...
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2018 2:12pm
29th May 2018 2:12pm
Ice Cream
Struggled for so long.
Alone
Thoughts racing.
Alone.
Self harming.
It does not help.
Trying so fucking hard to normalise these thoughts of self hate and disgust.
Ice cream helps.
Breathing is not a blessing.
Choking.
Trying to focus on helping others.
Lonely.
How can this go...
Alone
Thoughts racing.
Alone.
Self harming.
It does not help.
Trying so fucking hard to normalise these thoughts of self hate and disgust.
Ice cream helps.
Breathing is not a blessing.
Choking.
Trying to focus on helping others.
Lonely.
How can this go...
#hate
#SelfHarm
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2017 6:25am
22nd Feb 2017 6:25am
Tid.
I am existing.
And I will be where I need to be
In time.
Sometimes my thoughts take over and I am unable to see through the fog.
But right now, I am able to tell myself that I will be ok.
Time
Will
Heal
Me.
And I will be where I need to be
In time.
Sometimes my thoughts take over and I am unable to see through the fog.
But right now, I am able to tell myself that I will be ok.
Time
Will
Heal
Me.
530 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 11:20am
2nd Mar 2016 11:20am
Utsette
The master of procrastination.
To not do what is needed,
but happily sit and knit for hours,
productively making
a cardigan for the
winter.
Summer is on it's way,
you have no need for this now.
You do have a need
to write this essay.
You have 1,400 words,
left to write.
They are due in 4 hours.
Please,
go and do your work.
( I think I should go and do my work now....
yet I chose to write this as my motivation, rather than the essay.... )
To not do what is needed,
but happily sit and knit for hours,
productively making
a cardigan for the
winter.
Summer is on it's way,
you have no need for this now.
You do have a need
to write this essay.
You have 1,400 words,
left to write.
They are due in 4 hours.
Please,
go and do your work.
( I think I should go and do my work now....
yet I chose to write this as my motivation, rather than the essay.... )
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 5:05pm
29th Feb 2016 5:05pm
Modig
My reflection stood before me,
Breaking me down for all I thought I wasn't.
Trying to define myself by my flaws.
To wake each day and act as if I didn't despise myself.
To believe that I had no worth.
It was because I only ever defined myself by the love I had - a love which had deceased years before.
As your body begins to decay, I felt my life rotting along side.
The only difference was that I had to walk the streets alone, instead of laying there holding your hand.
But through the help of
'On a scale of 1-10 how was your week' ...
Breaking me down for all I thought I wasn't.
Trying to define myself by my flaws.
To wake each day and act as if I didn't despise myself.
To believe that I had no worth.
It was because I only ever defined myself by the love I had - a love which had deceased years before.
As your body begins to decay, I felt my life rotting along side.
The only difference was that I had to walk the streets alone, instead of laying there holding your hand.
But through the help of
'On a scale of 1-10 how was your week' ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 2:13am
29th Feb 2016 2:13am
Min Sun.
You remind me of the Sun,
You make days brighter
And people naturally orbit around you.
They do it without even realizing it.
Your presence brings us warmth
We're very aware when you are not here.
You're hot with passion,
A fire of emotion.
Without you,
A day seems dark.
You make days brighter
And people naturally orbit around you.
They do it without even realizing it.
Your presence brings us warmth
We're very aware when you are not here.
You're hot with passion,
A fire of emotion.
Without you,
A day seems dark.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 1:07am
27th Feb 2016 1:07am
Think of you.
I saw a Robin today,
It made me think of you.
But I wasn't met with heartache,
this time.
The smallest of smiles
came across my mouth.
I was able to remember you,
fit and healthy.
Not fragile looking
in a hospital bed.
I saw my favourite you,
the you who laughed at my clumsy nature.
Who clapped every time you agreed.
Who sung louder than the CD player.
Who refused to end a game of 'eye spy'.
I saw a Robin today.
It made me think of you.
It made me think of you.
But I wasn't met with heartache,
this time.
The smallest of smiles
came across my mouth.
I was able to remember you,
fit and healthy.
Not fragile looking
in a hospital bed.
I saw my favourite you,
the you who laughed at my clumsy nature.
Who clapped every time you agreed.
Who sung louder than the CD player.
Who refused to end a game of 'eye spy'.
I saw a Robin today.
It made me think of you.
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1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2016 3:17pm
24th Feb 2016 3:17pm
Season change.
Each day is a battle
a battle I now refuse to loose.
I will not be beaten by fear,
by anxiety,
or pain.
I am getting stronger with each day.
To become happy,
I must at first believe I deserve it.
But don't we all?
I've not written anything in a while,
I've wanted to escape my own thoughts.
Only until I could think of positive things,
rather than spewing self-hate all over a page.
I wish to exude happiness,
to be the person people look at and not be frightened by.
To be the girl who shines with...
a battle I now refuse to loose.
I will not be beaten by fear,
by anxiety,
or pain.
I am getting stronger with each day.
To become happy,
I must at first believe I deserve it.
But don't we all?
I've not written anything in a while,
I've wanted to escape my own thoughts.
Only until I could think of positive things,
rather than spewing self-hate all over a page.
I wish to exude happiness,
to be the person people look at and not be frightened by.
To be the girl who shines with...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Feb 2016 00:24am
9th Feb 2016 00:24am
Drunk ramblings.
A box of wine,
holds 4 bottles of wine.
A box of red wine is keeping me company this evening.
We are becoming the best of friends.
She helps me think of all that has happened,
and makes me process them
A friend for the night.
I love my box of wine.
holds 4 bottles of wine.
A box of red wine is keeping me company this evening.
We are becoming the best of friends.
She helps me think of all that has happened,
and makes me process them
A friend for the night.
I love my box of wine.
705 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Feb 2016 2:47am
8th Feb 2016 2:47am
Blood isn't better.
To Mum and Dad.
You didn't give birth to me,
but you gave me life.
I hang on your every word,
I hope I make you proud.
I want to be the child you weren't able to have.
I know that I am your daughter
and I know that you love me.
But I can only wonder what your own blood would look like.
If you had your own daughter, she would be in her early thirties.
She would tan in the summer and her golden eyes would shine so bright.
She would have fantastic legs,
she would be an artist.
I am thankful that you couldn't...
You didn't give birth to me,
but you gave me life.
I hang on your every word,
I hope I make you proud.
I want to be the child you weren't able to have.
I know that I am your daughter
and I know that you love me.
But I can only wonder what your own blood would look like.
If you had your own daughter, she would be in her early thirties.
She would tan in the summer and her golden eyes would shine so bright.
She would have fantastic legs,
she would be an artist.
I am thankful that you couldn't...
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