Submissions by low_life (Sydney.m)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
sadness stains my bones, i am a sad sick human
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 7:03pm
12th Apr 2017 7:03pm
Note to self
Note to self:
Remember, that it's okay to give up.
No one can take continuos beat down.
you can't keep breaking pieces of yourself off
handing it to anyone that asks,
there's not much of yourself anymore
Generosity is your biggest flaw
your need for human emotion & affection is so great
it is slowly killing you.
No one seems to respect you,
they think of you as empty cargo.
a used towel, a broken glass
the purpose is served,
you are useless to them
people talk over you
interrupt you
don’t even act like...
Remember, that it's okay to give up.
No one can take continuos beat down.
you can't keep breaking pieces of yourself off
handing it to anyone that asks,
there's not much of yourself anymore
Generosity is your biggest flaw
your need for human emotion & affection is so great
it is slowly killing you.
No one seems to respect you,
they think of you as empty cargo.
a used towel, a broken glass
the purpose is served,
you are useless to them
people talk over you
interrupt you
don’t even act like...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2016 4:19pm
12th Sep 2016 4:19pm
Closure
Closure
forgotten bottles of pills
and spilt wine on the living room carpet
the bitter stench of forgotten sorrow
raw fingertips left to bleed
I left my skin stained
your words written on every inch of my skin
I'd like to remember
dysphoria waits on my front step
waiting for me to open the door again
he wants back in
I need to forget
swallow more pills
and lay down in my forgetfulness
I can forget
forgotten bottles of pills
and spilt wine on the living room carpet
the bitter stench of forgotten sorrow
raw fingertips left to bleed
I left my skin stained
your words written on every inch of my skin
I'd like to remember
dysphoria waits on my front step
waiting for me to open the door again
he wants back in
I need to forget
swallow more pills
and lay down in my forgetfulness
I can forget
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 7:55pm
16th Dec 2014 7:55pm
imperfections
breaths felt like sips of alcohol
the hours after school
never seemed quite long enough
spent the hours tugging at strands of my hair
pulling out the root of my beauty
spent the minutes
picking at skin
hoping to find something
i would love
spent the seconds
clawing at the eyes that saw
my imperfections,
after the hours turned to minutes
and the minutes into seconds
i saw pure beauty
in a monster
S.M
Note: i was just kinda needing to write but i don think its all there but oh well
i kinda wrote it for...
the hours after school
never seemed quite long enough
spent the hours tugging at strands of my hair
pulling out the root of my beauty
spent the minutes
picking at skin
hoping to find something
i would love
spent the seconds
clawing at the eyes that saw
my imperfections,
after the hours turned to minutes
and the minutes into seconds
i saw pure beauty
in a monster
S.M
Note: i was just kinda needing to write but i don think its all there but oh well
i kinda wrote it for...
600 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 4:06pm
7th Oct 2014 4:06pm
realization
I stopped thinking of you
when I knew you thought nothing of me
I hated that realization
but time heals wounds
and it took a long time
for me to heal after you,
and i don’t think i healed right,
i don’t think i ever will
my heart will always be
just as i am, healed
but still hurting
i won’t ever really know
did i make the right choice?
maybe, but the healing process
is not over and i don’t think it ever will be
for now i will make my art and paint over my
wounds and scars
make my self happy of the...
when I knew you thought nothing of me
I hated that realization
but time heals wounds
and it took a long time
for me to heal after you,
and i don’t think i healed right,
i don’t think i ever will
my heart will always be
just as i am, healed
but still hurting
i won’t ever really know
did i make the right choice?
maybe, but the healing process
is not over and i don’t think it ever will be
for now i will make my art and paint over my
wounds and scars
make my self happy of the...
689 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 3:51pm
7th Oct 2014 3:51pm
mother
I hope my mother can see that I am looking for her footsteps
but getting confused by my own, the mud tracks left behind
only tell me of where she’s been and not of where she’s going,
should i keep going?
oh mother where art tho,
my feet won’t stop moving but my heart is nailed to the ground,
my head won’t stop spinning with every thought of you
I wish it was our future and not of our past,
I wish it was of our love and not our end.
oh how I want it all to end,
the constant tugging on the skin,
the whisper
the...
but getting confused by my own, the mud tracks left behind
only tell me of where she’s been and not of where she’s going,
should i keep going?
oh mother where art tho,
my feet won’t stop moving but my heart is nailed to the ground,
my head won’t stop spinning with every thought of you
I wish it was our future and not of our past,
I wish it was of our love and not our end.
oh how I want it all to end,
the constant tugging on the skin,
the whisper
the...
759 reads
2 Comments
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