Submissions by fieryangelsouljia (M6rr6g6n)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th May 2024 00:18am
4th May 2024 00:18am
Ask Her
14 years ago there was a 13yr old girl. She became heavily invested in anatomy books and began reading grisly material no 13yr old girl should have had any interest in.
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
#abuse
#HumanRights
#MentalHealth
#MeToo
#violence
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2024 11:56pm
17th Mar 2024 11:56pm
Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 9:47pm
15th Feb 2024 9:47pm
the Feather
Softened and surrounded
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
#anger
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Dec 2022 5:52pm
28th Dec 2022 5:52pm
Umbra, Awakened
Exhaling glass into the air
inhaling shards back through
her hair, flailing madness in the dark
dancing dreams of candles, dying sparks
slipping into worlds swirling
liquid metal in her glass,
lovely poison glistening
grinning eyes made of matter
and it looks like glass-
And as the passage opens filling
ice into the room I'm laughing
at the pain I feel reaching up
to feel her bloom
Underneath the crescent moon
her eyes shift to colors my mind
could never grasp and as she breathes
deeply with...
inhaling shards back through
her hair, flailing madness in the dark
dancing dreams of candles, dying sparks
slipping into worlds swirling
liquid metal in her glass,
lovely poison glistening
grinning eyes made of matter
and it looks like glass-
And as the passage opens filling
ice into the room I'm laughing
at the pain I feel reaching up
to feel her bloom
Underneath the crescent moon
her eyes shift to colors my mind
could never grasp and as she breathes
deeply with...
#universe
#moon
#stars
#shadows
#monsters
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2022 8:10pm
20th Nov 2022 8:10pm
Traitor
Pretty little traitor
whisper hate into their ears
pretty little traitor
won't you propogate
our fears?
Making love to our rapists
taking drugs and saying
you'll be with us
now you're taking
all my rights and digging
your own daughter's grave
blaming your sister
because she couldn't
stay awake
blaming your mother
for what she wore today
Pretty little traitor
putting makeup
on your face
hiding all the flaws
the world says you
have to tuck away
smearing your...
whisper hate into their ears
pretty little traitor
won't you propogate
our fears?
Making love to our rapists
taking drugs and saying
you'll be with us
now you're taking
all my rights and digging
your own daughter's grave
blaming your sister
because she couldn't
stay awake
blaming your mother
for what she wore today
Pretty little traitor
putting makeup
on your face
hiding all the flaws
the world says you
have to tuck away
smearing your...
#anger
#hate
#women
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 3:06am
27th Oct 2022 3:06am
the Mist
Twists in the swirls
simple in the mist
stretching my fist
to the floating abyss~
Extending the breath
let it pass, exhale
exploring the florals
with my fingertips
Slip in the water
let it drip with the mist
sweat on the limbs
of the trees where the
flowing matter drips
sticking to the forest
when the second sun dips
creature of the wind
seeking solace in the mist
creature of the spirit
seeking bliss in the mist
Pass through the shadows
with the holy water flow
low on the...
simple in the mist
stretching my fist
to the floating abyss~
Extending the breath
let it pass, exhale
exploring the florals
with my fingertips
Slip in the water
let it drip with the mist
sweat on the limbs
of the trees where the
flowing matter drips
sticking to the forest
when the second sun dips
creature of the wind
seeking solace in the mist
creature of the spirit
seeking bliss in the mist
Pass through the shadows
with the holy water flow
low on the...
#hope
#forest
#water
#spiritual
#misunderstood
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 7:46pm
25th Oct 2022 7:46pm
BDSM PUSSY WITCHCRAFT (SO SPOOKY!!)
Hopped on his dick
Clearly
He didn't consent
CLEARLY
So riddle me this
HOW DID I JUMP ON HIS DICK
WHEN I WAS CHAINED TO HIS WALL
MYRANDA?
BITCH YOU MAD CUZ
YOU COULDNT GET SOME
OF HIS BANANA
Man,
BDSM pussy witchcraft..
got me raping these men
when i ain't got no arms
like riding a bike
with no handlebars
BET
Got some mad skills
hopping on that
communistic dick
with his fancy knife
on my abdomen
and my eyes on his stick
I...
Clearly
He didn't consent
CLEARLY
So riddle me this
HOW DID I JUMP ON HIS DICK
WHEN I WAS CHAINED TO HIS WALL
MYRANDA?
BITCH YOU MAD CUZ
YOU COULDNT GET SOME
OF HIS BANANA
Man,
BDSM pussy witchcraft..
got me raping these men
when i ain't got no arms
like riding a bike
with no handlebars
BET
Got some mad skills
hopping on that
communistic dick
with his fancy knife
on my abdomen
and my eyes on his stick
I...
#anger
#relationships
#BDSM
#funny
#polyamory
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Oct 2022 5:13pm
14th Oct 2022 5:13pm
"Poet"... Really, Guy?
Cant help it
thinking (...thinking)
An artist,
no matter the platform
be it dance floor
or canvas, or word
knows of the gift
that's given when
presented a subject
to present to the world
But you, dearest friend
and sweetest enemy..
to call yourself
"Poet"
There are lines
deemed laughable
when crossed
for a child could
write of honesty
more honestly
than you
You couldn't make
a metaphor out of
the simplest of prompts ...
thinking (...thinking)
An artist,
no matter the platform
be it dance floor
or canvas, or word
knows of the gift
that's given when
presented a subject
to present to the world
But you, dearest friend
and sweetest enemy..
to call yourself
"Poet"
There are lines
deemed laughable
when crossed
for a child could
write of honesty
more honestly
than you
You couldn't make
a metaphor out of
the simplest of prompts ...
#anger
#WritingPoetry
#hypocrisy
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2022 8:23pm
5th Oct 2022 8:23pm
To a God of Song
Oh to know a voice...
to know the colors
that grace the air
when you sing
To be lost on the calm
of your breath
I'll take the hum,
that kiss of hope
placed in my hair
A lover's touch
for the palms
of my hands
a sacred song
to annoint my ears,
and wash my sins
For in your voice
I can hear the gods..
A sound of affection
heard in every
inflection
despite pain
that may rise
with reflection
To stop a war
to hush a scream ...
to know the colors
that grace the air
when you sing
To be lost on the calm
of your breath
I'll take the hum,
that kiss of hope
placed in my hair
A lover's touch
for the palms
of my hands
a sacred song
to annoint my ears,
and wash my sins
For in your voice
I can hear the gods..
A sound of affection
heard in every
inflection
despite pain
that may rise
with reflection
To stop a war
to hush a scream ...
#love
#uplifting
#gratitude
#art
#admiration
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2022 10:47pm
6th Aug 2022 10:47pm
Not Your Kind of Pretty
I don't want
to be pretty
like the girls
on TV
I want to be
pretty
like
the darkest things
that fuck
that bleed
that love
that breathe
And I don't want
diamonds
I don't want heels
I just want to
scream~
Barefoot
through the fields
I don't want money
and I'll never kneel
I want to feel
like I'm always
dreaming
like I'm truly
healed
Oh...
I don't want to be
your kind of pretty
I want to be
fulfilled ...
to be pretty
like the girls
on TV
I want to be
pretty
like
the darkest things
that fuck
that bleed
that love
that breathe
And I don't want
diamonds
I don't want heels
I just want to
scream~
Barefoot
through the fields
I don't want money
and I'll never kneel
I want to feel
like I'm always
dreaming
like I'm truly
healed
Oh...
I don't want to be
your kind of pretty
I want to be
fulfilled ...
#strength
#identity
#beauty
#inspirational
#freedom
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
The 42yr Old Manchild: A True Story
Well, well, well..
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
#men
#narrative
#funny
#tragedy
#dating
408 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2022 9:36am
13th Jul 2022 9:36am
Real Friends Don't Ruin Your Life
Treated me like a bomb
you wanted to see explode...
well, if you wanted crazy
you could've just said so
I'm sweet till you make me cry
docile till you start telling lies
and I'm only good to those
who don't try to find
the smallest of flaws
to use and expose
Fuck, it's so good to be alone
no one there to watch me
like some criminal in their home
like every step was a mistake
every breath just a fight away
walking barefoot over glass
cuz they said I can't wear shoes
if I want to earn their...
you wanted to see explode...
well, if you wanted crazy
you could've just said so
I'm sweet till you make me cry
docile till you start telling lies
and I'm only good to those
who don't try to find
the smallest of flaws
to use and expose
Fuck, it's so good to be alone
no one there to watch me
like some criminal in their home
like every step was a mistake
every breath just a fight away
walking barefoot over glass
cuz they said I can't wear shoes
if I want to earn their...
#heartbroken
#friendship
#lies
#betrayal
#manipulation
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