Submissions by staggering-home
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Baby.
I can feel her soft pulse
drumming in the tips of the
little fingers wrapped around mine
and I know that it’s what I want
more than anything.
drumming in the tips of the
little fingers wrapped around mine
and I know that it’s what I want
more than anything.
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I'm Sorry.
All I ask for is your forgiveness.
Even though I know I deserve less.
I'm sorry I let you down,
Led you on then flipped it around.
I'm sorry it seemed like I didn't care,
That I was never there.
I'm sorry that I can't show.
I'm sorry that you don't know.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
You can hurt me now too.
Even though I know I deserve less.
I'm sorry I let you down,
Led you on then flipped it around.
I'm sorry it seemed like I didn't care,
That I was never there.
I'm sorry that I can't show.
I'm sorry that you don't know.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
You can hurt me now too.
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Friend.
I can see him,
But I’m not afraid anymore.
When he comes closer,
I’ll gladly open the door.
I’ll hug him because now
I know that he is a friend.
He brings a new beginning
with this end.
But I’m not afraid anymore.
When he comes closer,
I’ll gladly open the door.
I’ll hug him because now
I know that he is a friend.
He brings a new beginning
with this end.
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Dad.
I’m sorry, Dad,
that you’re so immature.
I’ll be glad to let you know
if they find a fucking cure.
But other than that,
don’t talk me.
I don’t want you in my life,
so please don’t plea.
I’m sorry, Dad,
that you can’t see.
You were never right.
You never helped me.
I’m sorry, stranger,
but you are no longer my dad.
I don’t care how you feel
cause I’m so fucking glad.
that you’re so immature.
I’ll be glad to let you know
if they find a fucking cure.
But other than that,
don’t talk me.
I don’t want you in my life,
so please don’t plea.
I’m sorry, Dad,
that you can’t see.
You were never right.
You never helped me.
I’m sorry, stranger,
but you are no longer my dad.
I don’t care how you feel
cause I’m so fucking glad.
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Mania.
Self-mutilation.
Anticipation
For another fluctuation.
Creation
Of dedication.
Salvation.
Inflation
Of ostentation.
Anticipation
For another fluctuation.
Creation
Of dedication.
Salvation.
Inflation
Of ostentation.
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Scars
The scars I ended up with
pushed through my skin.
They wanted to be seen,
not only held within.
I find them pretty,
but not everyone else thinks so.
The ambulance came
and took me where I didn’t want to go.
The mental hospital,
cold and unforgiving.
They medicated me,
watched the dead living.
I finally got out of there
and I drew new scars.
The blood bubbled out,
as beautiful as the stars.
pushed through my skin.
They wanted to be seen,
not only held within.
I find them pretty,
but not everyone else thinks so.
The ambulance came
and took me where I didn’t want to go.
The mental hospital,
cold and unforgiving.
They medicated me,
watched the dead living.
I finally got out of there
and I drew new scars.
The blood bubbled out,
as beautiful as the stars.
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Mom?
Every single push,
every single hit.
Made me want to give up,
made me want to quit.
You were supposed to be
the one that really cared.
But it was only pain
that you ever shared.
You were supposed to be
the one to hold me when I cry.
But you’re the reason for the tears,
for why I wanted to die.
Mom, how could you do this?
What did I do wrong?
Please don’t hurt me again.
I’m not that strong.
every single hit.
Made me want to give up,
made me want to quit.
You were supposed to be
the one that really cared.
But it was only pain
that you ever shared.
You were supposed to be
the one to hold me when I cry.
But you’re the reason for the tears,
for why I wanted to die.
Mom, how could you do this?
What did I do wrong?
Please don’t hurt me again.
I’m not that strong.
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Insanity.
Call it what you want.
Label me “insane”.
Feed me some more pills.
Fuck with my brain.
I don’t need these doctors.
I’ve come to hate the white coats.
I hate the way they look at me.
They think of their sanity and gloat.
So what if I lost control?
So what if I’m “insane”?
At least I’m not a sheep
Playing this stupid game.
At least I have my friends
That dance around my head.
I’m enjoying this complete mania now.
After the storm I bled.
Label me “insane”.
Feed me some more pills.
Fuck with my brain.
I don’t need these doctors.
I’ve come to hate the white coats.
I hate the way they look at me.
They think of their sanity and gloat.
So what if I lost control?
So what if I’m “insane”?
At least I’m not a sheep
Playing this stupid game.
At least I have my friends
That dance around my head.
I’m enjoying this complete mania now.
After the storm I bled.
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Judgement.
Go ahead,
Pass your judgement, bitch.
But one day you'll see,
It's a fucking hitch.
Oh, you think I'm crazy?
You have no clue.
Say one more word
And I'll really show you.
Shut your fucking mouth
Before I shut it with my fist.
With every assumption you've made,
You've still missed.
Pass your judgement, bitch.
But one day you'll see,
It's a fucking hitch.
Oh, you think I'm crazy?
You have no clue.
Say one more word
And I'll really show you.
Shut your fucking mouth
Before I shut it with my fist.
With every assumption you've made,
You've still missed.
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Needed.
You are on my mind,
love.
You stay there all the time,
love.
You are needed here,
babe.
I can’t sleep without you near,
babe.
The night slowly ticks by,
darling.
I think that I might die,
darling.
love.
You stay there all the time,
love.
You are needed here,
babe.
I can’t sleep without you near,
babe.
The night slowly ticks by,
darling.
I think that I might die,
darling.
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You.
The cold pillow next to me whispers your name.
The coldness in my feet joins the game.
My heart quietly breathes out the same.
And your name slips off my tongue and between my lips,
as you step away and the pain through my chest rips.
You are a part of the wood that built these walls.
You are a part of this bed that catches my falls.
You are a part of everything I am today.
And everything I will be for the rest of my days.
The coldness in my feet joins the game.
My heart quietly breathes out the same.
And your name slips off my tongue and between my lips,
as you step away and the pain through my chest rips.
You are a part of the wood that built these walls.
You are a part of this bed that catches my falls.
You are a part of everything I am today.
And everything I will be for the rest of my days.
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I Miss You
I miss your smile.
I miss your lips.
I miss your touch,
your hands on my hips.
I miss your nose.
I miss your eyes.
I miss your ability,
to see through my lies.
I miss your hair in my hands.
I miss your skin.
I miss handing you my heart,
something you could easily win.
I miss your lips.
I miss your touch,
your hands on my hips.
I miss your nose.
I miss your eyes.
I miss your ability,
to see through my lies.
I miss your hair in my hands.
I miss your skin.
I miss handing you my heart,
something you could easily win.
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