Submissions by shad00n
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2023 4:09am
15th Jan 2023 4:09am
Kinks
TW domestic violence and addiction
You’ve been gone for days, say you’re getting tattoos
But you’re selling your car and there’s boxes to move
What will I do, with the holes in the walls?
And the ring in my night stand you stole from the mall?
Or the Welches in the bathroom you’re turning to wine?
Or the eyebrows that curve when I tell them I’m fine?
Now there’s blood in my hands. Pretty sure it’s mine
And I’m hunched in the bathtub, mom stands there crying
And they’re carrying me out to go...
You’ve been gone for days, say you’re getting tattoos
But you’re selling your car and there’s boxes to move
What will I do, with the holes in the walls?
And the ring in my night stand you stole from the mall?
Or the Welches in the bathroom you’re turning to wine?
Or the eyebrows that curve when I tell them I’m fine?
Now there’s blood in my hands. Pretty sure it’s mine
And I’m hunched in the bathtub, mom stands there crying
And they’re carrying me out to go...
#abuse
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2022 7:23am
8th Nov 2022 7:23am
Mistaken
I wish I was courageous
The greatest
Living life a shameless
I’m the plainest
The lamest
Some sort of a freak sadist
I wish I was faceless
Vacant
I’m Cycling through the phases
I’m aimless
Anxious
Don’t know what my own name is
Do they think I hate the world?
Categorized the quiet girl
They laugh above, I feel so small
I eat my lunch inside the stall
Call home sick, mom pick me up
I can’t stay here I’ve had enough
I know I’ve been missing too much
They’re wailing on my...
The greatest
Living life a shameless
I’m the plainest
The lamest
Some sort of a freak sadist
I wish I was faceless
Vacant
I’m Cycling through the phases
I’m aimless
Anxious
Don’t know what my own name is
Do they think I hate the world?
Categorized the quiet girl
They laugh above, I feel so small
I eat my lunch inside the stall
Call home sick, mom pick me up
I can’t stay here I’ve had enough
I know I’ve been missing too much
They’re wailing on my...
#anxiety
#bullying
#school #suffering
#school #suffering
265 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2022 5:55am
7th Nov 2022 5:55am
hang out
You are blissed out and cynical all at once
You are decrepit around people but with me you’re young
And you’re stuffed up so you can’t smell the scent of your new car
But we drive around for hours though we don’t go very far
We get to your house, get into your bed.
Maybe you want me or it’s all in my head.
Maybe you love me, maybe I’m a fool
Either way’s fine because I think you’re pretty cool
You are decrepit around people but with me you’re young
And you’re stuffed up so you can’t smell the scent of your new car
But we drive around for hours though we don’t go very far
We get to your house, get into your bed.
Maybe you want me or it’s all in my head.
Maybe you love me, maybe I’m a fool
Either way’s fine because I think you’re pretty cool
#friendship
#dating
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2022 12:29pm
5th Nov 2022 12:29pm
your intentions
No matter how obscure my emotion, I’m convinced I will meet the version of you that seems as though you were made with the intention of exalting my exact emotion in one single touch
#dating
#LookingForLove
#obsession
360 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2022 9:20am
4th Nov 2022 9:20am
deeply passionately making
When we are deeply talking, our souls are passionately kissing and making sweet love.
When we are passionately kissing and making sweet love, our souls are deeply talking.
When we are passionately kissing and making sweet love, our souls are deeply talking.
#love
#BestFriend
#romantic
#confessional
#sensual
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 00:53am
27th Oct 2022 00:53am
An Owen Moment
Today on our flight, about 4 hours in I decided to put in my earbuds and read.
I held The Belljar in my hand like a butterfly that got its wings wet; its old spine and binding fragile. Layers, peeling like a sunburn you weren’t supposed to peel. The words grew dimmer and smaller as people shut off their overhead lights.
I’m not much of a reader, it’s something I’m working on.
I wish I was the kind of girl to get excited over a book.
I was so absorbed in the world unfolding before my eyes, I had forgot of the music that was fully bleeding into my ears. At a moment I did...
I held The Belljar in my hand like a butterfly that got its wings wet; its old spine and binding fragile. Layers, peeling like a sunburn you weren’t supposed to peel. The words grew dimmer and smaller as people shut off their overhead lights.
I’m not much of a reader, it’s something I’m working on.
I wish I was the kind of girl to get excited over a book.
I was so absorbed in the world unfolding before my eyes, I had forgot of the music that was fully bleeding into my ears. At a moment I did...
#identity
#lover
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2022 7:50pm
1st Oct 2022 7:50pm
Catharsis, an Ode to my Couch
I love you.
You were the first piece of furniture we bought for our own.
You are stuffed with dreams and hypotheticals; what-ifs and potentials.
You were for my reception. You were for writing songs & playing Minecraft.
You were for my Taki-dusted hands and my fast-growing cat.
You were for crying & sleeping on when the bed was too big and too cold.
I pictured you in McMinnville; I bought you for my first home.
For a room of guitars and ash trays and lava lamps and open chip-bags.
For candid conversations and hugs and drunken...
You were the first piece of furniture we bought for our own.
You are stuffed with dreams and hypotheticals; what-ifs and potentials.
You were for my reception. You were for writing songs & playing Minecraft.
You were for my Taki-dusted hands and my fast-growing cat.
You were for crying & sleeping on when the bed was too big and too cold.
I pictured you in McMinnville; I bought you for my first home.
For a room of guitars and ash trays and lava lamps and open chip-bags.
For candid conversations and hugs and drunken...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
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SONG LYRICS
Published
31st Aug 2022 9:32am
31st Aug 2022 9:32am
Calling Home
I’m dragging my feet in the mud
Around the town I grew up from
Didn’t think I’d be here 20 years later
When just about everything has changed
And seasons come and go
But in this time things are meant to grow
My car broke down and nobody stopped
This isn’t what I pictured calling home
My favorite bodega changed its name
And the people here are friendly but their faces ain’t the same
And I’m still pining after boys who are cast aways
And I’m crying at the familiar chug of the midnight train
And people come...
Around the town I grew up from
Didn’t think I’d be here 20 years later
When just about everything has changed
And seasons come and go
But in this time things are meant to grow
My car broke down and nobody stopped
This isn’t what I pictured calling home
My favorite bodega changed its name
And the people here are friendly but their faces ain’t the same
And I’m still pining after boys who are cast aways
And I’m crying at the familiar chug of the midnight train
And people come...
#childhood
#FeelingLost
#nostalgia
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 8:36am
23rd Aug 2022 8:36am
Gaining Back
Not feeling shame was a guilty pleasure
Not eating grew a competitive game
Eventually, I did lose
And I won back every piece of me that I gave
Not eating grew a competitive game
Eventually, I did lose
And I won back every piece of me that I gave
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#healing #vulnerability
#healing #vulnerability
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 8:13am
23rd Aug 2022 8:13am
Vehemence*
Every heartbreak feels like the worst
Every promise ends up perhaps.
Where do I go wrong?
Every love feels like the first.
Every love feels like the last.
Every promise ends up perhaps.
Where do I go wrong?
Every love feels like the first.
Every love feels like the last.
#loneliness
#rejection
#frustration
#disappointment
#apathy
298 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2022 10:17am
21st Aug 2022 10:17am
my biggest turn on
Your hands are so beautiful.
They’re refined, and shapely, and secure, and tender. Your fingers are long. Thin.
And the way they touch me. The way they absentmindedly wave around as you talk. The way they wipe your tired eyes, and strum your old guitar, and pull your loose hair away from your face. The way they hold onto things tightly. The way they let things go.
They’re refined, and shapely, and secure, and tender. Your fingers are long. Thin.
And the way they touch me. The way they absentmindedly wave around as you talk. The way they wipe your tired eyes, and strum your old guitar, and pull your loose hair away from your face. The way they hold onto things tightly. The way they let things go.
#beauty
#gratitude
#admiration
#sensual
#obsession
426 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2022 9:25pm
20th Aug 2022 9:25pm
untitled
I’m so tired. My eyes expel water, as if begging for sleep. I’ve had 11 hours of sleep. I ask my eyes why they are tired, why we are so tired. They shrug.
I’m not pregnant, morning sickness, can’t bend over tired.
I’m not parent chasing kids around the house to get their shoes on tired.
I’m not manual labor in the sun tired.
I’m not mourning the loss of a parent or best friend tired.
I’m not surviving an unstable relationship tired.
I’m not a teenager in high school, staying up late and waking up early tired
I’m not high tired, or drunk tired, or...
I’m not pregnant, morning sickness, can’t bend over tired.
I’m not parent chasing kids around the house to get their shoes on tired.
I’m not manual labor in the sun tired.
I’m not mourning the loss of a parent or best friend tired.
I’m not surviving an unstable relationship tired.
I’m not a teenager in high school, staying up late and waking up early tired
I’m not high tired, or drunk tired, or...
#depression
#sleep
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