Submissions by spicychillisauce (Chilli Sauce)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not a poet (yet).
Wondering
Will you be standing at the gate with a smile
and welcome me with a warm hug?
Or will you just look at me like it's the first time
you are seeing me and nod?
Will you show me around in your usual animated self,
and tell me what you did while you wait for my time?
Or you just formally guide me on a tour,
like it's just a job you were told to do?
Will you tell me your stories and
all of your adventures on the fluffy clouds? or
Will you just tell me the rules and
let me do my thing?
Will you look me in the...
and welcome me with a warm hug?
Or will you just look at me like it's the first time
you are seeing me and nod?
Will you show me around in your usual animated self,
and tell me what you did while you wait for my time?
Or you just formally guide me on a tour,
like it's just a job you were told to do?
Will you tell me your stories and
all of your adventures on the fluffy clouds? or
Will you just tell me the rules and
let me do my thing?
Will you look me in the...
#grief
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Three
I am tired.
I give up.
I'm summoning Azrael,
are you there?
Take me, please.
Just for tonight.
I give up.
I'm summoning Azrael,
are you there?
Take me, please.
Just for tonight.
#anxiety
#grief
#dark #despair
#dark #despair
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R.I.P.
I open my eyes.
I am unsure if there is just a void
that longs to be filled.
Or if it it is completely empty
that nothing could ever fill.
I stand up.
My knees are feeble.
Probably because I could not stand the pain,
or there is just too much weight I need to carry.
Or it's the whole lot feeling of solitude
that's wearing me down.
Then I walk.
More so traipse into nothingness.
With my fidgety fingers
trying to fumble into the obscurity,
And with a cold feet to proceed and figure out the...
I am unsure if there is just a void
that longs to be filled.
Or if it it is completely empty
that nothing could ever fill.
I stand up.
My knees are feeble.
Probably because I could not stand the pain,
or there is just too much weight I need to carry.
Or it's the whole lot feeling of solitude
that's wearing me down.
Then I walk.
More so traipse into nothingness.
With my fidgety fingers
trying to fumble into the obscurity,
And with a cold feet to proceed and figure out the...
#sadness
#loneliness
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Do you?
Do you cook a dish
and enjoy the view as they
sumptuously devour it?
Do you tell them how you made it?
and say, "you can put anything you want to."
Do you plant trees to make money?
or you just love the feeling of sowing hard
and reaping the fruits after a while?
Do you break in boisterous laughter
as you try to crack a joke?
Then the how-you-laugh
is funnier than the actual joke.
Do you dance as they hit the music
like there is no tomorrow?
You won't stop until
you run out...
and enjoy the view as they
sumptuously devour it?
Do you tell them how you made it?
and say, "you can put anything you want to."
Do you plant trees to make money?
or you just love the feeling of sowing hard
and reaping the fruits after a while?
Do you break in boisterous laughter
as you try to crack a joke?
Then the how-you-laugh
is funnier than the actual joke.
Do you dance as they hit the music
like there is no tomorrow?
You won't stop until
you run out...
#grief
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reckless thoughts
Sometimes I want to jump off a cliff,
feel the beat of my heart while the wind touches my skin,
and feel my body dropping into the water,
finally taking the plunge.
Pulling myself back to the surface,
feeling the sun like there is no tomorrow,
and pucker my lips, unsure if it is
to taste the saline water, or to get rid of it.
Sometimes I want to smack myself with a broom,
thinking that, that blow in the head could make me unconscious.
Or I could make use of it to fly,
like an unbothered witch and touch the sky.
Why...
feel the beat of my heart while the wind touches my skin,
and feel my body dropping into the water,
finally taking the plunge.
Pulling myself back to the surface,
feeling the sun like there is no tomorrow,
and pucker my lips, unsure if it is
to taste the saline water, or to get rid of it.
Sometimes I want to smack myself with a broom,
thinking that, that blow in the head could make me unconscious.
Or I could make use of it to fly,
like an unbothered witch and touch the sky.
Why...
#despair
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The Death of Me
The death of me,
shall fertilize the barren land.
From its rebirth shall lovely trees
come to life.
The death of me,
shall the dry river redeem its flow.
The water shall run for eternity,
and in all corners of this sphere realm
it will go.
The death of me,
shall bring back the smile,
of a sad maiden who once
thought she'd live to sulk forever.
The death of me,
shall bring back the life
of a poor soul that believed
he'd already met his tragic demise.
The death of...
shall fertilize the barren land.
From its rebirth shall lovely trees
come to life.
The death of me,
shall the dry river redeem its flow.
The water shall run for eternity,
and in all corners of this sphere realm
it will go.
The death of me,
shall bring back the smile,
of a sad maiden who once
thought she'd live to sulk forever.
The death of me,
shall bring back the life
of a poor soul that believed
he'd already met his tragic demise.
The death of...
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
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