Submissions by cityoflullabies (Wrath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2024 3:42pm
17th May 2024 3:42pm
From the Desk of Doubt
I must be a demon
must be an angel
my name must have been Purgatory
in another life
and you must have been bored
to force me to take physical form
to force me to walk among these minor gods
dazed and confused
ashamed and blind
I think my blood is poison
is holy water
is something better drained from me
because I feel nauseous
I am sick
swinging between fever dreams and
nightmares that make blood run cold
this body rejects itself
sometimes I catch sight of a halo
hanging over my head ...
must be an angel
my name must have been Purgatory
in another life
and you must have been bored
to force me to take physical form
to force me to walk among these minor gods
dazed and confused
ashamed and blind
I think my blood is poison
is holy water
is something better drained from me
because I feel nauseous
I am sick
swinging between fever dreams and
nightmares that make blood run cold
this body rejects itself
sometimes I catch sight of a halo
hanging over my head ...
#depression
#identity
#religion
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2024 4:16pm
16th May 2024 4:16pm
dark
there is, in me, a discontent
so deeply rooted it's flowered
across every period of my life
the blooms are lovely
I've been told
good for my art
because without this sadness
I don't know where I'd find my muse
but there is so much ugliness
to be found in the slow process
of cultivating my dissatisfaction
from the poisoning of any feeling,
any person that brings me relief,
the self-sabotage,
the sleepless nights and
caffeine addiction
I've been told it's worth it
that artists must suffer for their...
so deeply rooted it's flowered
across every period of my life
the blooms are lovely
I've been told
good for my art
because without this sadness
I don't know where I'd find my muse
but there is so much ugliness
to be found in the slow process
of cultivating my dissatisfaction
from the poisoning of any feeling,
any person that brings me relief,
the self-sabotage,
the sleepless nights and
caffeine addiction
I've been told it's worth it
that artists must suffer for their...
#conflict
#depression
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2024 10:50pm
25th Apr 2024 10:50pm
I'll Be Brief.
I'll kiss my suicide note goodbye,
thick red lipstick stains;
"I no longer wish to live this life,
with love, yours truly".
Spritz the paper with my favorite cologne
and I'll have effectively left a replacement
to fill the chasm that should have been occupied
by a better child, better sibling, better worker, better lover, better person.
I'll take the page from the prettiest notebook I have,
rewrite it again and again until the letters look nice enough
to be the last thing you remember of me.
I will make art ...
thick red lipstick stains;
"I no longer wish to live this life,
with love, yours truly".
Spritz the paper with my favorite cologne
and I'll have effectively left a replacement
to fill the chasm that should have been occupied
by a better child, better sibling, better worker, better lover, better person.
I'll take the page from the prettiest notebook I have,
rewrite it again and again until the letters look nice enough
to be the last thing you remember of me.
I will make art ...
#depression
#suicide
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2024 00:47am
9th Apr 2024 00:47am
Rabbit Religion
I am a cat
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
and you are a rabbit with a Jonah complex
you see my pointed teeth,
my hungry eyes that
follow you around the room
as you undress
and they call to you like a siren song
you make your home
at the back of my throat,
sleep softly under my tongue
you see the jaws of death around you every second
and I would love to hear about what kind of religion
a little bunny like you subscribes to
which gives you such faith
that they will never...
#love
#religion
#faith
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2024 00:41am
9th Apr 2024 00:41am
Hate Me!
give me your blame
give me pain and I'll thank you
this burden I shoulder
tastes like fine wine,
aged by years of resentment
and I wonder how long
you've held this iron
you dig into my ribs
I wonder how long you've kept quiet
about every little thing I do
that pisses you off
this pain tastes like hand soap,
tastes like I'll need to
brush my tongue until it bleeds
just to feel worthy of love again
you are a cloud
hanging over my head
I'm so sad
so sad
so sad
and you're
so sick...
give me pain and I'll thank you
this burden I shoulder
tastes like fine wine,
aged by years of resentment
and I wonder how long
you've held this iron
you dig into my ribs
I wonder how long you've kept quiet
about every little thing I do
that pisses you off
this pain tastes like hand soap,
tastes like I'll need to
brush my tongue until it bleeds
just to feel worthy of love again
you are a cloud
hanging over my head
I'm so sad
so sad
so sad
and you're
so sick...
#SelfReflection
#emotional
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 1:01am
7th Apr 2024 1:01am
My Name Is Acceptance
My name is Acceptance ; not as in tolerance ; not as in compassion ; not as in live and let live. Acceptance ; as in ; any breath could be the last and that's okay ; as in ; you're gone but I guess I'll make due ; acceptance ; as in ; tonight might be the night I drive my car directly into the ocean and make myself at home, I just haven't decided yet ; acceptance as in life can be defined as one crippling loss after another ; I cannot remember a time when I didn't wake up grieving
#depression
#grief
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 00:59am
7th Apr 2024 00:59am
God of the Sound of Particularly Tender Laughter
you have this affinity
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
#religion
#Romanticism
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2024 00:38am
6th Apr 2024 00:38am
100 Ways My Love Will Fail You
I love you like someone might love a particularly violent dog / like a mother loves her child mid-tantrum in the middle of the supermarket / like a businessman who doesn't remember the name of his eldest child's pet rabbit loves the taste of coffee and ibuprofen / I love you like a cat loves a mouse / like Icarus loved the promise of freedom / like Abel loved Cain / like the devil loves a sinner on his way down to Hell / like G*d loves a sinner, but only the part that never disappointed him / like G*d loves everyone- unconditionally, but with certain conditions / like G*d loved the world...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2024 00:38am
6th Apr 2024 00:38am
I Stole the Stars
I stole the stars from the sky,
little pinprick lights,
dropped them at your feet
and let them die.
And though they may
have lost their shine,
I like to think it matters
that I reached into the night
and stole what rightfully belongs
to god,
or maybe just
someone with money,
fucking NASA,
just for you.
You used to lay by my side in bed,
feed stories into my head
as I kiss the sweat off your face,
treasure the heartbeat in your chest.
You used to tell me that,
years ago,
you found...
little pinprick lights,
dropped them at your feet
and let them die.
And though they may
have lost their shine,
I like to think it matters
that I reached into the night
and stole what rightfully belongs
to god,
or maybe just
someone with money,
fucking NASA,
just for you.
You used to lay by my side in bed,
feed stories into my head
as I kiss the sweat off your face,
treasure the heartbeat in your chest.
You used to tell me that,
years ago,
you found...
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:27pm
3rd Apr 2024 11:27pm
f**k Capitalism
I am a force of nature.
my winds are wasted on retail,
but sometimes surviving takes precedence over living.
sometimes you have to sell your soul to pay your rent;
it’s ugly business, but technically legal.
I wonder when,
if ever,
we will have given enough of ourselves
to the continuation of a system
that traps wildfires in jars until they suffocate,
poaches dragons and crafts
handbags from their scales,
reduces gods to marketable cartoon characters,
takes everything beautiful,
everything beyond comprehension,
and...
my winds are wasted on retail,
but sometimes surviving takes precedence over living.
sometimes you have to sell your soul to pay your rent;
it’s ugly business, but technically legal.
I wonder when,
if ever,
we will have given enough of ourselves
to the continuation of a system
that traps wildfires in jars until they suffocate,
poaches dragons and crafts
handbags from their scales,
reduces gods to marketable cartoon characters,
takes everything beautiful,
everything beyond comprehension,
and...
#consumerism
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 10:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 10:08pm
Broken Record
I've been singing the same song for years
in different tunes and to different people.
I've watched the faces light up
one by one,
become their anthem,
and as the days went on,
the words changed
ever so slightly
for each and every one
until I was serenading them-
toasting to their hands,
to their teeth,
to their shoulders.
Celebrating every little piece of them,
because they'd heard my lonely crooning
and mistaken it for a symphony,
and I,
like most musicians,
foolishly wrote song after song
for the...
in different tunes and to different people.
I've watched the faces light up
one by one,
become their anthem,
and as the days went on,
the words changed
ever so slightly
for each and every one
until I was serenading them-
toasting to their hands,
to their teeth,
to their shoulders.
Celebrating every little piece of them,
because they'd heard my lonely crooning
and mistaken it for a symphony,
and I,
like most musicians,
foolishly wrote song after song
for the...
#music
#bittersweet
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