Submissions by cherrycoke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
honest with a god-complex.
space.
all the stars are aligning and telling me i should waste myself,
thanks God, now i finally know how you feel.
my mind's unfolding like a movie reel,
i think in scenes, i'm acting to appease
the whole of the milky way
and not you anyway, turn to dust and fade into the night away.
i still want your body here, floating next to mine in space.
the universe is a paradox and i hate myself,
i'll love you till my car crashes into somebody else,
everything i say is meaningless
and nothing matters except for you.
thanks God, now i finally know how you feel.
my mind's unfolding like a movie reel,
i think in scenes, i'm acting to appease
the whole of the milky way
and not you anyway, turn to dust and fade into the night away.
i still want your body here, floating next to mine in space.
the universe is a paradox and i hate myself,
i'll love you till my car crashes into somebody else,
everything i say is meaningless
and nothing matters except for you.
#sadness
#loneliness
#universe
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
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acedia, kill me
should i desensitize or should i empathize?
it’s the question of the century, honey baby
but I can’t hear the answer over the noise,
even silence sounds like TV fuzz.
my brain is hazy and stuck in slow-motion,
sulfur dioxide chokes the earth inside, outside me
but I find it hard to care
about the mass-murdering-psycho-terrorist-atomic-bomb-gun
over there
because it’s not here, only on a television screen, death machine.
i feel the distance, i feel god with a thought and a prayer
nothing’s gonna change us now--no kids...
it’s the question of the century, honey baby
but I can’t hear the answer over the noise,
even silence sounds like TV fuzz.
my brain is hazy and stuck in slow-motion,
sulfur dioxide chokes the earth inside, outside me
but I find it hard to care
about the mass-murdering-psycho-terrorist-atomic-bomb-gun
over there
because it’s not here, only on a television screen, death machine.
i feel the distance, i feel god with a thought and a prayer
nothing’s gonna change us now--no kids...
#violence
#pollution
#satirical
#ignorance
#rebellion
542 reads
1 Comment
in love with the idea of nothing (nothing makes sense)
if you bothered to read up on the 5 signs of depression,
you’d know i’m about a fingersnap away from killing my face
ending my non-existent place
One : i’ve been fucking lonely for 18 years baby
can’t say it eloquently or laced with irony anymore
Two : i can’t think a good thought without the numbness droning on
creating a static hole in my brain that only idealized television love can fill
or the pretty little pathetic dreams of a famous witty me
infecting the sad masses with the charms of the Beatles in ‘65
finally then and only then i’ll...
you’d know i’m about a fingersnap away from killing my face
ending my non-existent place
One : i’ve been fucking lonely for 18 years baby
can’t say it eloquently or laced with irony anymore
Two : i can’t think a good thought without the numbness droning on
creating a static hole in my brain that only idealized television love can fill
or the pretty little pathetic dreams of a famous witty me
infecting the sad masses with the charms of the Beatles in ‘65
finally then and only then i’ll...
#loneliness
#FreeVerse
#confessional
#emptiness
#apathy
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my mind's summer
here i go spinning into little pieces again,
pieces like petals i’ll dust over your haze
pieces like animal bone you suck on when there’s nothing else
around on rabbithole saturdays diving deep to feel a little something unreal,
losing ourselves,
stuck inside my ribs, my apathy, my cracked concrete, i find you intertwined
pieces like glass i left broken in the outermost parts of your mind
you’ll forget and step on me, feel a tug grit your teeth then learn to step over me
i seem to beg for a reply, for you to come trailing behind...
pieces like petals i’ll dust over your haze
pieces like animal bone you suck on when there’s nothing else
around on rabbithole saturdays diving deep to feel a little something unreal,
losing ourselves,
stuck inside my ribs, my apathy, my cracked concrete, i find you intertwined
pieces like glass i left broken in the outermost parts of your mind
you’ll forget and step on me, feel a tug grit your teeth then learn to step over me
i seem to beg for a reply, for you to come trailing behind...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#FreeVerse
#disappointment
675 reads
3 Comments
british boy
i wanna hear your voice again
but then i would have to shed my last strands of dignity
and even then it wouldn’t work, wouldn’t be worth it
might just like you for that accent anyway
trust me, darling, i don’t want to be obsessed
i just can’t shake the dream of you loose
you don’t wanna hold on ‘cause i’m getting on your nerves
bringing too much emotional baggage on board
that’s fine i’ll jump off this hypothetical boat metaphor for a hopeless non-relationship too
and we’ll both keep on throwing up our pride before we can ever truly...
but then i would have to shed my last strands of dignity
and even then it wouldn’t work, wouldn’t be worth it
might just like you for that accent anyway
trust me, darling, i don’t want to be obsessed
i just can’t shake the dream of you loose
you don’t wanna hold on ‘cause i’m getting on your nerves
bringing too much emotional baggage on board
that’s fine i’ll jump off this hypothetical boat metaphor for a hopeless non-relationship too
and we’ll both keep on throwing up our pride before we can ever truly...
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#FreeVerse
#confessional
776 reads
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lifeboat
i spilled too much of myself on the first go around,
you weren’t supposed to know any of my faults till it was much too late
and you were in too deep
told you i was shaking anxious like the dog i am for you
put my tail in between my legs and call it quits for once and forever
i can’t control the flow that erupts from my mess of a mouth and brain
all i should say runs off and hits me like a goddamn train
crushing any chance at you and a sense of happiness i’ll ever get
you’re gone now and i’m dry crying over your ghost that never laid...
you weren’t supposed to know any of my faults till it was much too late
and you were in too deep
told you i was shaking anxious like the dog i am for you
put my tail in between my legs and call it quits for once and forever
i can’t control the flow that erupts from my mess of a mouth and brain
all i should say runs off and hits me like a goddamn train
crushing any chance at you and a sense of happiness i’ll ever get
you’re gone now and i’m dry crying over your ghost that never laid...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#lyrics
#FreeVerse
#confessional
704 reads
2 Comments
another dose of melodrama centering around token boy #2
i’m resting on the edge between feeling real and thinking numb,
you can’t tell i’m faking, breaking, maybe i’m dumb
i’m just sitting here to rot
i think it’s all my fault
i think i am the villain after all
i’ll turn to ruin so i won’t have to feel so goddamn small
i can’t write about anything other than myself
but i’m gonna dedicate the next few lines to you dream boy
let’s just hope the sadness doesn’t leak through, that i don’t make you into my toy
i can tell you’re feeling fine all wrapped up in my mind
i think my like for...
you can’t tell i’m faking, breaking, maybe i’m dumb
i’m just sitting here to rot
i think it’s all my fault
i think i am the villain after all
i’ll turn to ruin so i won’t have to feel so goddamn small
i can’t write about anything other than myself
but i’m gonna dedicate the next few lines to you dream boy
let’s just hope the sadness doesn’t leak through, that i don’t make you into my toy
i can tell you’re feeling fine all wrapped up in my mind
i think my like for...
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stupid girl
i don’t want to need you
i don’t want to cling on to the hopeless parts
tear my head apart, make me break
you’ll never know how much i ache
you’re careless, i think i like the taste of it
kill me more--i’m the one loading the gun
a misplaced delusion away from coming undone
i like the complication--i twist it up myself
you don’t act like you do in my mind
why can’t you just get it right?
you think your brain’s better than mine
fuck that, you don’t know anything
about communication, hearts and healing ...
i don’t want to cling on to the hopeless parts
tear my head apart, make me break
you’ll never know how much i ache
you’re careless, i think i like the taste of it
kill me more--i’m the one loading the gun
a misplaced delusion away from coming undone
i like the complication--i twist it up myself
you don’t act like you do in my mind
why can’t you just get it right?
you think your brain’s better than mine
fuck that, you don’t know anything
about communication, hearts and healing ...
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2 Comments
everything i like is either fictional, expensive or not texting me back
i must like how rotting feels,
my body slowly sewn into cheap polyester
otherwise i’d get up and win, right?
no, i’m being sort of serious this time
it’s not just another sad nihilistic attempt
at sarcastic irony that spills from
behind my teeth
and swallows the world and me
i’ve created a personality with the hands of god
carved out of indie films and concepts i’ll never quite grasp
but it seems to do the trick half the time
casual self-loathing masks the narcissism
that runs deep in my hollowed out bones
pour...
my body slowly sewn into cheap polyester
otherwise i’d get up and win, right?
no, i’m being sort of serious this time
it’s not just another sad nihilistic attempt
at sarcastic irony that spills from
behind my teeth
and swallows the world and me
i’ve created a personality with the hands of god
carved out of indie films and concepts i’ll never quite grasp
but it seems to do the trick half the time
casual self-loathing masks the narcissism
that runs deep in my hollowed out bones
pour...
650 reads
4 Comments
needy (raw 2 a.m. thoughts)
if you're not feeling hot,
then you don't wanna hear me talk
another string cut loose
and i'm about a finger snap away from breaking
i don't know why i feel like crying--heart's shaking
lie through your teeth, whisper all those fantasy things
so i can distance myself from reality a bit more
when will i ascend to whore
status?--guess it's my god given right
spread my legs--it's half past midnight
didn't even ask about my day this time
but i'm so fucking cold, lonely, bitter and dazed
that i'll live off your empty praise
...
then you don't wanna hear me talk
another string cut loose
and i'm about a finger snap away from breaking
i don't know why i feel like crying--heart's shaking
lie through your teeth, whisper all those fantasy things
so i can distance myself from reality a bit more
when will i ascend to whore
status?--guess it's my god given right
spread my legs--it's half past midnight
didn't even ask about my day this time
but i'm so fucking cold, lonely, bitter and dazed
that i'll live off your empty praise
...
890 reads
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falling out
are you getting sick of me yet?
have i fallen out of your head yet?
i can't make the sentences, seconds count
my heart's broken out in a cold sweat
mascara's dripping, stress mounts
and i'm losing grip on my wit
you'll like me more than i like you
or i'll drown in you before i see i'm sinking
don't leave me hanging off the tip of your tongue
and i won't leave you chained in the center of my chest
i wanna be the best
damn thing you've ever seen
kill me before the final act of this dream.
i can feel you moving away from...
have i fallen out of your head yet?
i can't make the sentences, seconds count
my heart's broken out in a cold sweat
mascara's dripping, stress mounts
and i'm losing grip on my wit
you'll like me more than i like you
or i'll drown in you before i see i'm sinking
don't leave me hanging off the tip of your tongue
and i won't leave you chained in the center of my chest
i wanna be the best
damn thing you've ever seen
kill me before the final act of this dream.
i can feel you moving away from...
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2 Comments
manic pixie dream girl//sweet tooth
baby, darling, goddamn
you're making my head spin, split,
wrap around my limbs
twist up my stomach
sweet nothings--i'm becoming a cliche,
feeling heavier than i weigh.
i think i just might like the idea of you
let me spill a little of my mess onto you
cross the 613 miles over to you.
i don't think i'll mean any of this in another week
but i wanna drink it up while it's still sweet,
while my knees still get weak.
maybe i'm faking, maybe you only exist in my daydreams
but i hope you mean it too.
honey, sweetheart,...
you're making my head spin, split,
wrap around my limbs
twist up my stomach
sweet nothings--i'm becoming a cliche,
feeling heavier than i weigh.
i think i just might like the idea of you
let me spill a little of my mess onto you
cross the 613 miles over to you.
i don't think i'll mean any of this in another week
but i wanna drink it up while it's still sweet,
while my knees still get weak.
maybe i'm faking, maybe you only exist in my daydreams
but i hope you mean it too.
honey, sweetheart,...
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1 Comment
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