Submissions by moony_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
Grief For A Living Being
I wish
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
#grief
#sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 6:01am
20th Jan 2025 6:01am
The Burden Of Goodbye
The soft whisper of the end pulses beneath our skin.
Longing for the befores and afters,
loud silence clouding our minds.
Within each breath we take the smell of necrosis leaks from our smiles,
The rot within the moment we choose to keep in the box beneath our beds.
Unsettlement snaking its way through our veins,
Between the crevices of our soft and moldable lips,
Not knowing how to leave without leaving.
The gap between us is made of pauses and promises,
The cavern of soft dirt stretches the miles tight and draws the...
Longing for the befores and afters,
loud silence clouding our minds.
Within each breath we take the smell of necrosis leaks from our smiles,
The rot within the moment we choose to keep in the box beneath our beds.
Unsettlement snaking its way through our veins,
Between the crevices of our soft and moldable lips,
Not knowing how to leave without leaving.
The gap between us is made of pauses and promises,
The cavern of soft dirt stretches the miles tight and draws the...
#emotions
#friendship
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 5:30am
20th Jan 2025 5:30am
Me (In Terms Of You)
A held hand
Holding shards
Of bloody, broken glass
Soft and welcoming
Covered in cuts and wounds
Scar tissue build up
Not longing for stitches
Because the wounds
Are what make you feel
Holding shards
Of bloody, broken glass
Soft and welcoming
Covered in cuts and wounds
Scar tissue build up
Not longing for stitches
Because the wounds
Are what make you feel
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2025 5:27am
14th Jan 2025 5:27am
Close To The Sun
You are helping me learn
How to be healthy
How to have a healthy
And whole
Relationship
And I thank you for that
Thank you for teaching me
What it means
To be safe
To be whole
To be healthy
How to be healthy
How to have a healthy
And whole
Relationship
And I thank you for that
Thank you for teaching me
What it means
To be safe
To be whole
To be healthy
#BestFriend
#gratitude
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2024 5:30am
25th Dec 2024 5:30am
Buzzed
I don’t need alcohol to get drunk
I get drunk off of laughter
And loud singing smiles
I get drunk off of happiness
And I am addicted to it
Or maybe I am just ad to life
God, I want to live.
I get drunk off of laughter
And loud singing smiles
I get drunk off of happiness
And I am addicted to it
Or maybe I am just ad to life
God, I want to live.
#happiness
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2024 5:28am
25th Dec 2024 5:28am
Unapologeticly Myself
I have shed off
All of my inhibitions
And my resistance
I am freely able to be myself
As my mother said
“I never thought I would be happy to have her sassing me off every second but I am. She has her personality back”
All of my inhibitions
And my resistance
I am freely able to be myself
As my mother said
“I never thought I would be happy to have her sassing me off every second but I am. She has her personality back”
#happiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2024 3:30pm
16th Dec 2024 3:30pm
Blind
Reliving it
Is the worst
Being somewhere
Doing something
And all of a sudden
I’m transported back
And try to leave but
His grip is so strong
Why is he so strong?
If I keep trying to move away
He’s going to try more
So I will just stay still
Frozen
Don’t think about it
I can still feel him
His hot, foul breath
The way his arm wrapped
Around my shoulder
I can still smell him
Sharp notes of musk
And rotten leaves
I can’t handle it
When the memories rush in
And I...
Is the worst
Being somewhere
Doing something
And all of a sudden
I’m transported back
And try to leave but
His grip is so strong
Why is he so strong?
If I keep trying to move away
He’s going to try more
So I will just stay still
Frozen
Don’t think about it
I can still feel him
His hot, foul breath
The way his arm wrapped
Around my shoulder
I can still smell him
Sharp notes of musk
And rotten leaves
I can’t handle it
When the memories rush in
And I...
#MeToo
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2024 4:08pm
11th Dec 2024 4:08pm
All The Lonely People
I feel if someone put their arms around me
If I felt the weight and warmth of another
I might just crumble
Into minuscule pieces
Of old sharp pottery
If I felt the weight and warmth of another
I might just crumble
Into minuscule pieces
Of old sharp pottery
#loneliness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
No More
I can’t breathe
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
#emotions
#MeToo
#PTSD
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Fallen Fruit
I like to look in the dark
And see what I can make of of the shadows
What stories they will tell me
How much they will bare
I know they have secrets
But if you wish to learn them
You have to be silent
And willing to listen
And see what I can make of of the shadows
What stories they will tell me
How much they will bare
I know they have secrets
But if you wish to learn them
You have to be silent
And willing to listen
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 4:04pm
4th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Persona
It is not enough to know of you
To be of you
I need to see the stars in your eyes
I need to see how color shifts
When you move
And how the earth gives and works
With you
Not against you
Fluidity and gentle power
Control
I need to hear the seat creak under your
Weight
I need to hear how the grass fears your feet
And how everything bends in recession
To your unrelenting being
I yearn for an understanding
A capability
To know
Of you
To be
Of you
To see to hear to entrust
Upon you ...
To be of you
I need to see the stars in your eyes
I need to see how color shifts
When you move
And how the earth gives and works
With you
Not against you
Fluidity and gentle power
Control
I need to hear the seat creak under your
Weight
I need to hear how the grass fears your feet
And how everything bends in recession
To your unrelenting being
I yearn for an understanding
A capability
To know
Of you
To be
Of you
To see to hear to entrust
Upon you ...
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2024 3:10am
23rd Nov 2024 3:10am
moving on and on
i feel grief
i hate feeling grief
for a home
for walls
and floors
that only ever saw me suffer
only ever felt my tears and blood
but its always been there
the walls held me up
no matter how many times i hit them
and the floor cradled me
as it watched me
drown in my own rust
so i grieve
because never again will these walls and floors
lights and paint
doors and wood
never again will they see me
never again will i feel
their solid being
i hope to start the next...
i hate feeling grief
for a home
for walls
and floors
that only ever saw me suffer
only ever felt my tears and blood
but its always been there
the walls held me up
no matter how many times i hit them
and the floor cradled me
as it watched me
drown in my own rust
so i grieve
because never again will these walls and floors
lights and paint
doors and wood
never again will they see me
never again will i feel
their solid being
i hope to start the next...
#emotions
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