Submissions by euro66 (Euro)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
self-loathing.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2024 1:13pm
12th Aug 2024 1:13pm
DESPERATION.
I nibble on ashes,
bite on bone.
My teeth rot,
mind gone.
Love feels heavy,
and loneliness,
fills me with anger.
I never bothered to dream,
In a city that left me to wither,
Never bothered to breath,
Where oxygen no longer lingered.
I sit silently in a corner,
cry softly into a pillow,
and scream at things that will
never speak back.
Far too afraid to step outside,
for all I’ve hid,
threatens to come spilling out.
Leaving me on my knees,
clasping my hands together.
Praying to my God, ...
bite on bone.
My teeth rot,
mind gone.
Love feels heavy,
and loneliness,
fills me with anger.
I never bothered to dream,
In a city that left me to wither,
Never bothered to breath,
Where oxygen no longer lingered.
I sit silently in a corner,
cry softly into a pillow,
and scream at things that will
never speak back.
Far too afraid to step outside,
for all I’ve hid,
threatens to come spilling out.
Leaving me on my knees,
clasping my hands together.
Praying to my God, ...
#dark
#depression
#despair #hurt
#despair #hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2024 8:00am
8th Aug 2024 8:00am
REJECTION.
They sting,
the tears of rejection.
They seem to burn my skin,
as I break apart in a room.
I bite my knuckles,
releasing a silent sob,
trying so hard to understand,
why such a silent action,
seems to fill me with desperation.
Making me feel like a little kid again,
begging to be accepted,
groveling for a friend.
Giving his toys, fighting their battles,
taking their blame, and becoming a servant.
This fear of feeling of rejection,
molded me into a puppet.
A little boy who’d do anything,
to make someone want...
the tears of rejection.
They seem to burn my skin,
as I break apart in a room.
I bite my knuckles,
releasing a silent sob,
trying so hard to understand,
why such a silent action,
seems to fill me with desperation.
Making me feel like a little kid again,
begging to be accepted,
groveling for a friend.
Giving his toys, fighting their battles,
taking their blame, and becoming a servant.
This fear of feeling of rejection,
molded me into a puppet.
A little boy who’d do anything,
to make someone want...
#dark
#despair
#hurt
#loneliness
#rejection
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Aug 2024 4:15am
7th Aug 2024 4:15am
EVERYDAY.
Everyday, it gets harder.
Everyday, it's like a nightmare,
progressing on.
Everyday, is another prayer,
echoing from my bones,
asking God, to take me now.
Everyday, it gets more impossible.
Everyday, I feel myself die some more.
Everyday, I lay on my bed,
wondering how I will leave this Hell.
I've never felt so much pain.
Everyday, it's like a nightmare,
progressing on.
Everyday, is another prayer,
echoing from my bones,
asking God, to take me now.
Everyday, it gets more impossible.
Everyday, I feel myself die some more.
Everyday, I lay on my bed,
wondering how I will leave this Hell.
I've never felt so much pain.
#dark
#despair
#grief
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2024 4:13am
7th Aug 2024 4:13am
Of Love, and Self-Sabotage.
It was here,
I expected to write
words of grandiose,
but instead, it seems
they’re rather empty.
Or perhaps,
it is I,
who is empty.
And to be honest,
I’m not quite sure
what I feel anymore.
Exhausted, though,
I fear it travels
much deeper than that.
I rooted all of my hope,
into this one place.
Then, seemingly out of no where,
I dropped the match.
Everything burned,
and I simply watched it.
Maybe if I had just stomped it out,
I could...
I expected to write
words of grandiose,
but instead, it seems
they’re rather empty.
Or perhaps,
it is I,
who is empty.
And to be honest,
I’m not quite sure
what I feel anymore.
Exhausted, though,
I fear it travels
much deeper than that.
I rooted all of my hope,
into this one place.
Then, seemingly out of no where,
I dropped the match.
Everything burned,
and I simply watched it.
Maybe if I had just stomped it out,
I could...
#despair
#grief
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2024 11:08pm
3rd Aug 2024 11:08pm
CONSCIOUS.
Conscious,
where
did you
you go?
I’m searching,
in the same,
dark you
left me in.
Where is my heart?
did it disappear?
Did it get lost,
Where you found it?
Stolen from eternity,
snatched from its home,
promised everlasting,
gnawed to the bone.
Sit with me,
I’ll be like
a child at your knee,
wanting to know,
If I mean something.
where
did you
you go?
I’m searching,
in the same,
dark you
left me in.
Where is my heart?
did it disappear?
Did it get lost,
Where you found it?
Stolen from eternity,
snatched from its home,
promised everlasting,
gnawed to the bone.
Sit with me,
I’ll be like
a child at your knee,
wanting to know,
If I mean something.
#dark
#despair
#hurt
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2024 11:27pm
2nd Aug 2024 11:27pm
URGE.
They ask where he’s been
He’s been kinda of dead
Half way under the moon
Somewhere in his head
The shadows greet him
And Sun awakens him
But nothing quite helps
Him feel alive within it
He misses the warmth
He misses his purpose
He struggles with the guilt
Of not being worth it
Struggles with the pain
Of being the one who made it
Being angry at the world
No longer helps
Bandages won’t work
This pain won’t be healing
His skin is peeling
Mind reeling
Fighting the urge
To hang...
He’s been kinda of dead
Half way under the moon
Somewhere in his head
The shadows greet him
And Sun awakens him
But nothing quite helps
Him feel alive within it
He misses the warmth
He misses his purpose
He struggles with the guilt
Of not being worth it
Struggles with the pain
Of being the one who made it
Being angry at the world
No longer helps
Bandages won’t work
This pain won’t be healing
His skin is peeling
Mind reeling
Fighting the urge
To hang...
#dark
#depression
#despair #hurt
#despair #hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 4:18pm
1st Aug 2024 4:18pm
DAVID, AGAINST GOLIATH.
Unexpected.
But I suspected,
the heat of the iron fist,
shoved right
down my throat.
The fear, hidden
in my eyes.
Swallow hard,
I’ll face you,
this time..
Stand, as my
scalp burns,
into a numb tickle.
Just a little boy,
who shouldn’t have
stood against a man,
as prideful as you.
For strength,
I steal glances
at the huddled form,
I once called 'mother'.
I was, but David, against
Goliath, yet I was still ready
To face him,
For her.
But I suspected,
the heat of the iron fist,
shoved right
down my throat.
The fear, hidden
in my eyes.
Swallow hard,
I’ll face you,
this time..
Stand, as my
scalp burns,
into a numb tickle.
Just a little boy,
who shouldn’t have
stood against a man,
as prideful as you.
For strength,
I steal glances
at the huddled form,
I once called 'mother'.
I was, but David, against
Goliath, yet I was still ready
To face him,
For her.
#abuse
#anger
#dark
#disappointment
#sadness
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 7:57am
1st Aug 2024 7:57am
01-24
Mary J, and I
got married
October ninth.
told her,
if I make it to 30,
I’ll cut her off.
I’m marrying the girl,
who caught me at 19,
pretty little smile,
but a temper lit by kerosene.
Marry me, marry me.
Pretty girl,
you promised me.
It’s been four months,
have you heard from me?
Couldn’t be.
I didn’t leave.
I ignored your messages,
confirmed your fears,.
I've left you here.
I’m sorry.
Please don’t hate me, ...
got married
October ninth.
told her,
if I make it to 30,
I’ll cut her off.
I’m marrying the girl,
who caught me at 19,
pretty little smile,
but a temper lit by kerosene.
Marry me, marry me.
Pretty girl,
you promised me.
It’s been four months,
have you heard from me?
Couldn’t be.
I didn’t leave.
I ignored your messages,
confirmed your fears,.
I've left you here.
I’m sorry.
Please don’t hate me, ...
#breakup
#FirstLove
#love
#lover
#regret
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2024 11:59pm
31st Jul 2024 11:59pm
CRY.
I couldn’t stop them,
these tears that fall
down from my eyes.
Hell, I didn’t even
know they were mine,
and with each impact,
my fists make against,
this metal wall, I feel
the dam that’s holding back
these damn emotions, crack,
all before flooding,
drowning my mind.
It leaves me gasping,
then grasping,
as a rope is thrown down,
and I foolishly hang to it,
for help, but it makes
Its way around my throat,
Until I’m clawing, bloody red lines,
Into the flesh of my neck.
Yet...
these tears that fall
down from my eyes.
Hell, I didn’t even
know they were mine,
and with each impact,
my fists make against,
this metal wall, I feel
the dam that’s holding back
these damn emotions, crack,
all before flooding,
drowning my mind.
It leaves me gasping,
then grasping,
as a rope is thrown down,
and I foolishly hang to it,
for help, but it makes
Its way around my throat,
Until I’m clawing, bloody red lines,
Into the flesh of my neck.
Yet...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2024 11:53pm
31st Jul 2024 11:53pm
ETIQUETTE.
Etiquette, etiquette, show etiquette! Young man!” They’d yell, while slamming the ruler against my hand.
My teeth ground together,
stomach sucking in,
my legs felt like jelly,
as my knees sunk
into bags of beans
placed beneath.
Another harsh slap,
to the back of the head;
“Show etiquette!” They’d shout again.
And there I go, off in my head,
Where there’s a warm bed,
soft blankets, and a nightlight,
to warn all my monsters away.
I don’t feel the rough skin,
of their palms on my face.
I don’t feel the sting, ...
My teeth ground together,
stomach sucking in,
my legs felt like jelly,
as my knees sunk
into bags of beans
placed beneath.
Another harsh slap,
to the back of the head;
“Show etiquette!” They’d shout again.
And there I go, off in my head,
Where there’s a warm bed,
soft blankets, and a nightlight,
to warn all my monsters away.
I don’t feel the rough skin,
of their palms on my face.
I don’t feel the sting, ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#identity
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