Submissions by sommerthe1st
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes
Beautiful
I want someone to fall in love with my soul.
“My beautiful wife” in a way much more than that. To know me is to love me.
To see more than just a stranger.
I want to be beautiful.
Not just my tits or my ass,
someone to think I have a beautiful mind.
When beauty is a bonus.
I want someone to love my smile:
not the teeth I spent so much timing trying to straighten,
But the joy I show on my face.
To hear the cackle in my laugh and see light.
The stride in my step and see grace.
I want someone who wants to be with me,
in...
“My beautiful wife” in a way much more than that. To know me is to love me.
To see more than just a stranger.
I want to be beautiful.
Not just my tits or my ass,
someone to think I have a beautiful mind.
When beauty is a bonus.
I want someone to love my smile:
not the teeth I spent so much timing trying to straighten,
But the joy I show on my face.
To hear the cackle in my laugh and see light.
The stride in my step and see grace.
I want someone who wants to be with me,
in...
#beauty
#lover
#relationships
#romantic
#women
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Writing scares me.
Writing scares me.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
#anxiety
#confessional
#confusion #honesty
#confusion #honesty
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The Feeling
It happens when it's late at night
the early hours of the morning
It happens when your eyes are open
when you listen, when you look
suddenly it's all around you
every page of every book
It happens when you least expect it
the hollow aches, the chill
in all the places you can't reach
all the gaps you can't fill
Another's laugh, another's touch
another's joy to watch
you feel it right behind your eyes
in your throat, there builds a notch
That building, building, building feeling
of...
the early hours of the morning
It happens when your eyes are open
when you listen, when you look
suddenly it's all around you
every page of every book
It happens when you least expect it
the hollow aches, the chill
in all the places you can't reach
all the gaps you can't fill
Another's laugh, another's touch
another's joy to watch
you feel it right behind your eyes
in your throat, there builds a notch
That building, building, building feeling
of...
#loneliness
#sadness
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Open
Like striking out burnt matches
Like arms reaching out
Like a quilt made up of patches
Like a never-ending doubt
Like an always-over sunset
Like a wave stretched on the shore
Like an all-consuming debt
Like “I couldn’t love you more”
Like drug-muffled panic
Like a tear-squeezed throat
Like hurt that is satanic
Like drowning just to float
So I'll send out this plea
All this just to say,
How could you turn your back on me
How could you walk away
Like arms reaching out
Like a quilt made up of patches
Like a never-ending doubt
Like an always-over sunset
Like a wave stretched on the shore
Like an all-consuming debt
Like “I couldn’t love you more”
Like drug-muffled panic
Like a tear-squeezed throat
Like hurt that is satanic
Like drowning just to float
So I'll send out this plea
All this just to say,
How could you turn your back on me
How could you walk away
#confusion
#deception
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
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Vomit
Words are such disgusting little things
I hate how I vomit them
How painful it is to retch them onto the page
Pages upon pages of useless words
How they clump and chunk themselves together so randomly
I wish my words were water drops
Could drip down the page
To find each other, swallow, become one
Instead, these nasty words
Sit like sick
Viscous and chunked in the bowl of my skull
I can feel them even now
Little whiskers brushing against the bones of my forehead
Bouncing around the bony plates and sutures ...
I hate how I vomit them
How painful it is to retch them onto the page
Pages upon pages of useless words
How they clump and chunk themselves together so randomly
I wish my words were water drops
Could drip down the page
To find each other, swallow, become one
Instead, these nasty words
Sit like sick
Viscous and chunked in the bowl of my skull
I can feel them even now
Little whiskers brushing against the bones of my forehead
Bouncing around the bony plates and sutures ...
#confessional
#illness
#learning
#LifeStruggles
#PersonalGrowth
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Forsaken
#depression
#drugs
#MentalHealth
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Atoms
There’s a 1 in an 8 billion chance,
That if you stick your hand in the wall,
You’ll go between atoms and your hand will go right through
I used to think that was a huge number,
An impossible chance
Until I reached for you to stay,
And you kept walking,
My hand fades through yours.
That if you stick your hand in the wall,
You’ll go between atoms and your hand will go right through
I used to think that was a huge number,
An impossible chance
Until I reached for you to stay,
And you kept walking,
My hand fades through yours.
#MovingOn
#regret
#separation
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Infinite
I want more than to exist
I want to become the grass I lay in,
To feel the blades pierce my skin and grow into my soul
To see beyond the visible
To feel beyond what is existence
To be infinite
I want to become the grass I lay in,
To feel the blades pierce my skin and grow into my soul
To see beyond the visible
To feel beyond what is existence
To be infinite
#confusion
#depression
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#loneliness
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Worship
I would live for you,
spend every breath I breathe praising your name,
all of my devotion kneeling at your altar,
begging for salvation,
Saying I will die for you is too little a praise,
For dying is once,
and I shall be yours forever.
spend every breath I breathe praising your name,
all of my devotion kneeling at your altar,
begging for salvation,
Saying I will die for you is too little a praise,
For dying is once,
and I shall be yours forever.
#admiration
#beauty
#love #obsession
#love #obsession
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