Submissions by eswaller
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poetry since middle school and it has stuck with me since then. I tend to write about real life situations and everything in between.
Nothing Left
How are you feeling?
It is like they are
Waiting for me to
Crack and fall apart.
It is like they are
Expecting the tears
To start falling
At any moment.
Although I am doing
Okay and trying to be
That strong girl we
All know that I can be.
I do not know if I can
Keep this badass and
Positive approach to
Moving on. All I want
To do is curl up into
A ball and let all
The tears out. I want
To let go of my anger
And all the emotions
That come with it.
I want to lean on
Someone for once.
There is...
It is like they are
Waiting for me to
Crack and fall apart.
It is like they are
Expecting the tears
To start falling
At any moment.
Although I am doing
Okay and trying to be
That strong girl we
All know that I can be.
I do not know if I can
Keep this badass and
Positive approach to
Moving on. All I want
To do is curl up into
A ball and let all
The tears out. I want
To let go of my anger
And all the emotions
That come with it.
I want to lean on
Someone for once.
There is...
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Needing Saving
You came to fix
My broken heart.
In that moment
You were my savior,
But I was not
The one who
Needed saving.
I took one look
Behind your
Fake smile and
Realized you needed
Someone to come
Save you too.
You needed someone
To not only be
Your savior, but your
Guardian angel as well.
It takes the broken parts
Of me to realize that
Other people like you are
Breaking too. You are
Filled with darkness,
But so am I. It takes both
Of us to come out of
This together, mended
And full of light like...
My broken heart.
In that moment
You were my savior,
But I was not
The one who
Needed saving.
I took one look
Behind your
Fake smile and
Realized you needed
Someone to come
Save you too.
You needed someone
To not only be
Your savior, but your
Guardian angel as well.
It takes the broken parts
Of me to realize that
Other people like you are
Breaking too. You are
Filled with darkness,
But so am I. It takes both
Of us to come out of
This together, mended
And full of light like...
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No Assumptions
You put me up high on
A pedestal so you cannot reach me
Like I am a delicate China doll
Or a valuable piece of art.
I wish you could see
It in your heart that we are
On the same level. Although
I may seem beautiful, amazing
And flawless I am not.
Just because I may
Come from a “privileged”
Background with everything
Provided for me like a roof
Over my head and food on
The table does not mean
I am not like you. Although
We have different skin colors
And different ways of living,
Deep down we are more similar
Than you...
A pedestal so you cannot reach me
Like I am a delicate China doll
Or a valuable piece of art.
I wish you could see
It in your heart that we are
On the same level. Although
I may seem beautiful, amazing
And flawless I am not.
Just because I may
Come from a “privileged”
Background with everything
Provided for me like a roof
Over my head and food on
The table does not mean
I am not like you. Although
We have different skin colors
And different ways of living,
Deep down we are more similar
Than you...
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Shattered Glass
You are “damaged goods”
And I am too perfect
For my own good.
You’re on the lowest level
As I am up high
On a pedestal to
Save me from you.
You’ve had a hard life
While I’ve been
Declared lucky.
You’re nobody
While I’m special
And beautiful.
I wish someone would
Just shatter all the glass
And then the whole world
Would be the same.
Only then will we both
See the imperfections
And mess of the world.
Life is more than
Black and white.
And I am too perfect
For my own good.
You’re on the lowest level
As I am up high
On a pedestal to
Save me from you.
You’ve had a hard life
While I’ve been
Declared lucky.
You’re nobody
While I’m special
And beautiful.
I wish someone would
Just shatter all the glass
And then the whole world
Would be the same.
Only then will we both
See the imperfections
And mess of the world.
Life is more than
Black and white.
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Learning
Flawless and beautiful
I am not. I have cracks
And my love is not bountiful.
It comes in shades of blacks,
Grey and blue. It is so rare
And filled with gaping holes.
I will make a promise and swear
That the soles
Of my feet will stop
Digging through the dirt
And sand. I will mop
Up and avert
My eyes away from
The mess ups. I will start
To feel less glum
And my heart
Will be less dark.
The light will come in.
I will leave my mark
Behind. I will not forget my sin.
I am not. I have cracks
And my love is not bountiful.
It comes in shades of blacks,
Grey and blue. It is so rare
And filled with gaping holes.
I will make a promise and swear
That the soles
Of my feet will stop
Digging through the dirt
And sand. I will mop
Up and avert
My eyes away from
The mess ups. I will start
To feel less glum
And my heart
Will be less dark.
The light will come in.
I will leave my mark
Behind. I will not forget my sin.
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For All The Girls
This goes to the girl who
Always holds her head up high.
This goes to the girl who is strong.
This goes to the girl who cried.
This goes to the girl who gets
Mad. This goes to the girl who
Thinks she doesn’t deserve love.
This goes to the girl who has
Been through heartbreaks. This
Goes to the girl who doesn’t need
Or want a man. This goes to the girl
Who depends on herself and is
Independent. This goes to the girl who
Feels alone and lonely. This goes to
The girl who breaks downs and
Falls apart. This goes to the girl who...
Always holds her head up high.
This goes to the girl who is strong.
This goes to the girl who cried.
This goes to the girl who gets
Mad. This goes to the girl who
Thinks she doesn’t deserve love.
This goes to the girl who has
Been through heartbreaks. This
Goes to the girl who doesn’t need
Or want a man. This goes to the girl
Who depends on herself and is
Independent. This goes to the girl who
Feels alone and lonely. This goes to
The girl who breaks downs and
Falls apart. This goes to the girl who...
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Late At Night
We made promises
While the day was still young.
Now it is night and I am
Picking up all the petals
From the flowers you gave me.
They were my favorite,
Pink and orange as I look
Out over the sunset.
They used to be beautiful
But they are now wilted
And dry. I try to remember
How they used to look
And feel like when I touched
Every petal with my fingers.
They were soft and delicate
As I traced every last one
Until they died. All the memories
Died and faded with them.
Promises were forgotten
And thrown away like...
While the day was still young.
Now it is night and I am
Picking up all the petals
From the flowers you gave me.
They were my favorite,
Pink and orange as I look
Out over the sunset.
They used to be beautiful
But they are now wilted
And dry. I try to remember
How they used to look
And feel like when I touched
Every petal with my fingers.
They were soft and delicate
As I traced every last one
Until they died. All the memories
Died and faded with them.
Promises were forgotten
And thrown away like...
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Perfection
You say I am beautiful,
But what if you knew the truth?
You won’t say that anymore.
Once you see the scars and
How messed up I am on
The inside, you’ll never
Want to be near me ever again.
What you see on the inside
Will make you scared and
You will never want me ever again.
You’ll never see that I am more
Than a pretty face and
A beautiful body. I put on a smile
And pretend like everything
Is perfect just for you.
You’ll never see that I am breaking
And hiding secrets on the inside.
You’ll never ask me questions...
But what if you knew the truth?
You won’t say that anymore.
Once you see the scars and
How messed up I am on
The inside, you’ll never
Want to be near me ever again.
What you see on the inside
Will make you scared and
You will never want me ever again.
You’ll never see that I am more
Than a pretty face and
A beautiful body. I put on a smile
And pretend like everything
Is perfect just for you.
You’ll never see that I am breaking
And hiding secrets on the inside.
You’ll never ask me questions...
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Forgetting
Clinging and holding onto
Something until your hands
Start to hurt is no good.
You need to let some of
The memories and
Moments go. Do not let them
Have power over you and
What you hang onto.
You may want to set them
On fire or delete them from
Your phone or return or
Give them back, but that is
Not the right thing to do.
You can delete those messages
All you want. You can tear your
Love notes all you want, but
Do not throw away things that
Were parts of your relationship.
Although they hurt to look at
They mean a lot...
Something until your hands
Start to hurt is no good.
You need to let some of
The memories and
Moments go. Do not let them
Have power over you and
What you hang onto.
You may want to set them
On fire or delete them from
Your phone or return or
Give them back, but that is
Not the right thing to do.
You can delete those messages
All you want. You can tear your
Love notes all you want, but
Do not throw away things that
Were parts of your relationship.
Although they hurt to look at
They mean a lot...
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Changing Over Time
Sometimes people change
Slowly over time and
Other times they change
Right away in front of you.
You change too. When you
Look in the mirror and
Realize that you’re
Different too. You’re not
A little caterpillar, but
A butterfly spreading your
Wings and learning to fly.
You’ve developed and have
Made changed.
You’re a beautiful and
Majestic creature, but
The changes were often
Difficult and hard.
You make your own
Decisions and choices
In life.
Slowly over time and
Other times they change
Right away in front of you.
You change too. When you
Look in the mirror and
Realize that you’re
Different too. You’re not
A little caterpillar, but
A butterfly spreading your
Wings and learning to fly.
You’ve developed and have
Made changed.
You’re a beautiful and
Majestic creature, but
The changes were often
Difficult and hard.
You make your own
Decisions and choices
In life.
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Scars
They say you wouldn’t make it
And that you’ll die before
You get to the very top.
You’re still here, aren’t you?
And where are they?
They are still stuck at
The bottom and still can’t
Make it past the first step.
Although they’ve
Fought every day and
Have the scars on their skin
To prove it, they don’t
Know what it’s like to have
Ones on the inside where
They’re invisible. They have
The physical scars for
Everybody to see, but
What about the ones on the inside?
You can’t show them your scars
Because they don’t know...
And that you’ll die before
You get to the very top.
You’re still here, aren’t you?
And where are they?
They are still stuck at
The bottom and still can’t
Make it past the first step.
Although they’ve
Fought every day and
Have the scars on their skin
To prove it, they don’t
Know what it’s like to have
Ones on the inside where
They’re invisible. They have
The physical scars for
Everybody to see, but
What about the ones on the inside?
You can’t show them your scars
Because they don’t know...
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Scars and Wounds
There are scars that are invisible
To the outside world like
Self-inflicted wounds and
Battle scars, but there are also
Scars that are below the skin
That are invisible to the rest
Of the world. I’m the only one
Who can see and feel them
Everyday. The invisible scars
Come to show that only I know
What I’ve been through.
The rest of the world doesn’t
Have to ask if I’m okay.
They don’t have to pretend
Like they can’t see the
Wounds and scars.
The wounds and scars don’t
Always heal, but they’re still
A part of the past....
To the outside world like
Self-inflicted wounds and
Battle scars, but there are also
Scars that are below the skin
That are invisible to the rest
Of the world. I’m the only one
Who can see and feel them
Everyday. The invisible scars
Come to show that only I know
What I’ve been through.
The rest of the world doesn’t
Have to ask if I’m okay.
They don’t have to pretend
Like they can’t see the
Wounds and scars.
The wounds and scars don’t
Always heal, but they’re still
A part of the past....
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