Submissions by sleepypoet2203
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just a sleepy teenager trying to write her feelings out. always sleepy... 'tis nice to meet you lively world :)
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2018 5:33am
22nd Mar 2018 5:33am
to live
i saw something.
i felt something.
the end.
i felt something.
the end.
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2017 4:45am
20th Nov 2017 4:45am
growth
You threw me into an ocean of self hate
with my legs tied beneath me
you lashed at me with with your sharp tongue
until i was afraid to speak
you sliced me open with cruel words
and covered my body in salt
you fed me years of painful truths
until i could no longer stomach the sight of myself
and you pinned my legs down, laughing
demanding i stand up
but i cannot find it in me to hate you
- no
i could never hate you
for you made me grow and learn to disregard painful slander ...
with my legs tied beneath me
you lashed at me with with your sharp tongue
until i was afraid to speak
you sliced me open with cruel words
and covered my body in salt
you fed me years of painful truths
until i could no longer stomach the sight of myself
and you pinned my legs down, laughing
demanding i stand up
but i cannot find it in me to hate you
- no
i could never hate you
for you made me grow and learn to disregard painful slander ...
501 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 6:11pm
14th Nov 2017 6:11pm
the human desire to be known
as humans
we crave the presence of others
we cry to be loved and known and thought about
we desire recognition and fame
but it doesn’t matter
because all we need is the knowledge
that at least one person out there
knows us as us
and not the mask we hide behind
but sometimes there are cases
where that isn't true
- so i ask
if no one in the entire world cared for you
do you even exist at all?
we crave the presence of others
we cry to be loved and known and thought about
we desire recognition and fame
but it doesn’t matter
because all we need is the knowledge
that at least one person out there
knows us as us
and not the mask we hide behind
but sometimes there are cases
where that isn't true
- so i ask
if no one in the entire world cared for you
do you even exist at all?
541 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 4:52am
14th Nov 2017 4:52am
the concept of being enough
i want to be enough for my parents
from whom i was raised
and of whom i want to make proud
to make them feel as if they haven’t failed
in raising the product of their love
i want to be enough for my friends
the ones who support and hold me
the ones who i met by chance
but love by choice
i want to be enough for you
as you deserve more
than a broken unfinished puzzle
but most of all
i need to be enough for me
because i need to learn to love myself first
before i can start to love others.
from whom i was raised
and of whom i want to make proud
to make them feel as if they haven’t failed
in raising the product of their love
i want to be enough for my friends
the ones who support and hold me
the ones who i met by chance
but love by choice
i want to be enough for you
as you deserve more
than a broken unfinished puzzle
but most of all
i need to be enough for me
because i need to learn to love myself first
before i can start to love others.
486 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2017 2:01am
31st Oct 2017 2:01am
the comfort a simple voicemail can bring.
is it strange to say
that the only reason i sleep nowadays
is to dream of you?
raindrops pattered, snow fell, ice melted, the sun freaking shined
and yet i still believe i’ll wake up one morning not alone.
isn’t it funny that one day you went inside a car just like you do every morning,
and never came out?
yes it’s a bit humorous isn’t it.
so i call you knowing you won’t answer.
again.
and again.
and again.
and i know you’re gone -
but i keep calling,
because hearing...
that the only reason i sleep nowadays
is to dream of you?
raindrops pattered, snow fell, ice melted, the sun freaking shined
and yet i still believe i’ll wake up one morning not alone.
isn’t it funny that one day you went inside a car just like you do every morning,
and never came out?
yes it’s a bit humorous isn’t it.
so i call you knowing you won’t answer.
again.
and again.
and again.
and i know you’re gone -
but i keep calling,
because hearing...
573 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 1:36pm
24th Oct 2017 1:36pm
my canvas
Like most others,
I was born a blank canvas.
One with skin that covered my mask of flesh and bones
Untouched by nature
Now, i look into a mirror and marvel at all the additions to my canvas;
the shimmery lines of lightning that flow through my hips
the pale scars that come with being gracefully uncoordinated,
the freckles that come from days playing in the fields
And the birthmarks, that showed I was never really a blank canvas to begin with
These small but significant windows of imperfection aren’t ugly at all
No
They are what show that...
I was born a blank canvas.
One with skin that covered my mask of flesh and bones
Untouched by nature
Now, i look into a mirror and marvel at all the additions to my canvas;
the shimmery lines of lightning that flow through my hips
the pale scars that come with being gracefully uncoordinated,
the freckles that come from days playing in the fields
And the birthmarks, that showed I was never really a blank canvas to begin with
These small but significant windows of imperfection aren’t ugly at all
No
They are what show that...
575 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 6:14am
24th Oct 2017 6:14am
discovery
when i was young
i craved the taste of the ocean
the feeling of comfort in the clear blue sea
until i discovered
the darkness that crept below.
i craved the taste of the ocean
the feeling of comfort in the clear blue sea
until i discovered
the darkness that crept below.
433 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 5:01am
24th Oct 2017 5:01am
initiate self destruct
words are seductive and dangerous,
to be used with great caution.
mirrors are honest and damaging,
they trick the most beautiful of us into hating ourselves.
gluttony is harmful and destructive,
it builds a wall between the fortunate from those who are less.
and pride is strong and disastrous,
it prevents us from being in touch with ourselves.
and yet we are still seduced by the mention of gossip.
we still get so entranced by mirrors we forget about the world outside.
we eat and eat from the mouths of the ones who...
to be used with great caution.
mirrors are honest and damaging,
they trick the most beautiful of us into hating ourselves.
gluttony is harmful and destructive,
it builds a wall between the fortunate from those who are less.
and pride is strong and disastrous,
it prevents us from being in touch with ourselves.
and yet we are still seduced by the mention of gossip.
we still get so entranced by mirrors we forget about the world outside.
we eat and eat from the mouths of the ones who...
549 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2017 8:10pm
23rd Oct 2017 8:10pm
I am home
Home is not a house, nor is it a city
But a feeling..
A heart swollen with gratitude and peace
Here. Anywhere.
“Where is home?”
She smiles and taps her chest, “Here. I am home.”
But a feeling..
A heart swollen with gratitude and peace
Here. Anywhere.
“Where is home?”
She smiles and taps her chest, “Here. I am home.”
527 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2017 8:07pm
23rd Oct 2017 8:07pm
Cigarettes
you were told over and over
men like that are nothing but bad for you
but like a cigarette
you couldn’t stop at just one
all your attempts at quitting vanished
the moment you took another drag between your lips.
men like that are nothing but bad for you
but like a cigarette
you couldn’t stop at just one
all your attempts at quitting vanished
the moment you took another drag between your lips.
475 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2017 6:31am
23rd Oct 2017 6:31am
Loneliness is not weak
i am alone in a world
where being alone
makes you weak
a world with ‘friends’ who hold knives ready for your back to be open to them
but if i were able to rewind the clock
would i make these friends?
simply to be un-alone?
simply to have someone to talk to?
where being alone
makes you weak
a world with ‘friends’ who hold knives ready for your back to be open to them
but if i were able to rewind the clock
would i make these friends?
simply to be un-alone?
simply to have someone to talk to?
580 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2017 6:26am
23rd Oct 2017 6:26am
Storms
what many people find so repulsive about this type of weather
i don’t understand.
as i look out my window
to witness a powerful harmonious symphony of light and sound,
i see the world creating a blue sky for tomorrow.
i don’t understand.
as i look out my window
to witness a powerful harmonious symphony of light and sound,
i see the world creating a blue sky for tomorrow.
535 reads
5 Comments
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