Submissions by hurriicaness
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 00:38am
14th Jul 2024 00:38am
H.O.L.Y
I feel like i’m asking forgiveness
For sins never committed,
A hail mary to the person I once was.
Father forgive me for i have never
Been,
The person i thought i was,
The one they always told me I would be.
Constantly crucifying myself on a cross of my own consequences
What do I do for those three days?
I’m preparing for a flood that always comes
And washes away any of the progress i’ve made
Am I just a creation for destruction?
All to build it up again?
For she so hated herself,
That she gave her one and only...
For sins never committed,
A hail mary to the person I once was.
Father forgive me for i have never
Been,
The person i thought i was,
The one they always told me I would be.
Constantly crucifying myself on a cross of my own consequences
What do I do for those three days?
I’m preparing for a flood that always comes
And washes away any of the progress i’ve made
Am I just a creation for destruction?
All to build it up again?
For she so hated herself,
That she gave her one and only...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#depression
#philosophical
#sadness
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 00:32am
14th Jul 2024 00:32am
death crosses my mind
death crosses my mind often.
some days, it's a walk down a sunny street.
lurking in the background, waiting to make its appearance
other days, it is crossing a river after a flood
aggressive and determined, it will make it to the other side
and then comes the boat, or the good samaritan.
sometimes death crosses my mind like a kid on their way to the ice cream truck,
excited and ready to get a sno-ball, or fudge pop.
i've come to realize, death never leaves my mind.
some days it's easier to ignore than others.
but sometimes as death is...
some days, it's a walk down a sunny street.
lurking in the background, waiting to make its appearance
other days, it is crossing a river after a flood
aggressive and determined, it will make it to the other side
and then comes the boat, or the good samaritan.
sometimes death crosses my mind like a kid on their way to the ice cream truck,
excited and ready to get a sno-ball, or fudge pop.
i've come to realize, death never leaves my mind.
some days it's easier to ignore than others.
but sometimes as death is...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#sadness #suicide
#sadness #suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2022 10:11pm
26th Nov 2022 10:11pm
drabble pt. 10
no matter how many people i'm around i feel so alone
the people who are supposed to make me feel the most valuable
make the feel the most worthless
i dont know if anything will ever be enough for me
ive had a taste of heaven
so what do you do when youve fallen so deep into the pits of hell
i can beg and beg and beg but no one will ever care enough to change for me
to love me properly
i dont think im meant for love
i never have been and i doubt i ever will be
if you dont want to give me the world then don't
dont promise the ocean and then...
the people who are supposed to make me feel the most valuable
make the feel the most worthless
i dont know if anything will ever be enough for me
ive had a taste of heaven
so what do you do when youve fallen so deep into the pits of hell
i can beg and beg and beg but no one will ever care enough to change for me
to love me properly
i dont think im meant for love
i never have been and i doubt i ever will be
if you dont want to give me the world then don't
dont promise the ocean and then...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#confessional
#myself
196 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2022 10:07pm
26th Nov 2022 10:07pm
ana
i hate getting naked because i hate the way i look
i hate doing my hair because it will be thin and brittle anyways\
i'm always cold
and i dont think its the low iron anymore
but if its so bad then why do i still look the way i do
am i not disciplined enough?
i cant even lay on my side without rolling up
like a huge carpet
none of my pants fit anymore
not even the new ones i just bought
there's always the rolls, the extra skin
maybe i want to weigh less so i take up less physical space
the same way i hardly exist in anyones mental...
i hate doing my hair because it will be thin and brittle anyways\
i'm always cold
and i dont think its the low iron anymore
but if its so bad then why do i still look the way i do
am i not disciplined enough?
i cant even lay on my side without rolling up
like a huge carpet
none of my pants fit anymore
not even the new ones i just bought
there's always the rolls, the extra skin
maybe i want to weigh less so i take up less physical space
the same way i hardly exist in anyones mental...
#depression
#confessional
#myself #EatingDisorder
#myself #EatingDisorder
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2021 5:48pm
2nd Feb 2021 5:48pm
i just want to be known
sometimes i wonder if i really am that hard of a person to understand
while i dont know many things, i do know myself, mostly.
but i want to be known by someone besides me.
i want someone to know what makes me happy and what makes me sad
i want someone to notice how when i write my hands fly across the page and turn to mush near the end
i want someone to notice how my eyes light up at a stray cat
i want someone to know how i like my coffee, how i like my toast
i'm not a hard person to figure out.
and i dont even want to be figured out , i just want to...
while i dont know many things, i do know myself, mostly.
but i want to be known by someone besides me.
i want someone to know what makes me happy and what makes me sad
i want someone to notice how when i write my hands fly across the page and turn to mush near the end
i want someone to notice how my eyes light up at a stray cat
i want someone to know how i like my coffee, how i like my toast
i'm not a hard person to figure out.
and i dont even want to be figured out , i just want to...
#sadness
#love
#depression #FallingInLove
#depression #FallingInLove
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3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2018 2:55am
6th Apr 2018 2:55am
1:16 a.m / March 26th, 2016
I’m currently sitting in bed at my old teacher’s lake house. My step sister is sleeping soundly beside me, not snoring, which is good I guess, I like the silence. The only sound filling my head is the typing of my keys.
I walked to get a drink earlier, the indoor porch with the glass wall’s door was open, and i got a look at the blue/green lights reflecting off the lake. I wish you were here. It’s not as beautiful without you.
The water calmed me in a strange way, like the water could calm my thoughts, if only for a few seconds.
The waves shatter the lights, giving the lake...
I walked to get a drink earlier, the indoor porch with the glass wall’s door was open, and i got a look at the blue/green lights reflecting off the lake. I wish you were here. It’s not as beautiful without you.
The water calmed me in a strange way, like the water could calm my thoughts, if only for a few seconds.
The waves shatter the lights, giving the lake...
#love
#regret
#relationships
#ImSorry
#breakup
420 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 2:32am
6th Apr 2018 2:32am
Happiness is not a choice
Happiness is not a choice.
Happiness is not a choice when I'm yelling at myself at
2 in the morning,
Begging myself to hold on.
Happiness is not a choice when I’m with my friends and my head is
Cloudy,
and my stomach is in
Knots.
If happiness was a choice I wouldn't worry about saying the wrong thing .
I wouldn't worry about crying for the fourth
Day in a row.
I wouldn't harm myself in the bathtub so that my regrets and worries could wash away down the drain
I used to be happy, and it was never a...
Happiness is not a choice when I'm yelling at myself at
2 in the morning,
Begging myself to hold on.
Happiness is not a choice when I’m with my friends and my head is
Cloudy,
and my stomach is in
Knots.
If happiness was a choice I wouldn't worry about saying the wrong thing .
I wouldn't worry about crying for the fourth
Day in a row.
I wouldn't harm myself in the bathtub so that my regrets and worries could wash away down the drain
I used to be happy, and it was never a...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#abuse
#suicide
530 reads
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