Submissions by underground_pyro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write on things I've experienced a lot of the time.
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2017 3:07am
18th Dec 2017 3:07am
Remember
I miss the days before anyone could drive.
We'd go for walks
way to late at night.
Go to far an need to be saved.
Sit on the side wait for mom or dad.
But sometimes we couldn't be saved from our minds
The days when We'd walk and recite
About how the shadows and trees
Turned to people and beings hiding and waiting, for us.
A game on my couch turned Into a night of terror
As we described what we saw in unison.
"You stayed up to late. Its your mind playing tricks"
Is it just MY mind playing tricks?
You saw them...
We'd go for walks
way to late at night.
Go to far an need to be saved.
Sit on the side wait for mom or dad.
But sometimes we couldn't be saved from our minds
The days when We'd walk and recite
About how the shadows and trees
Turned to people and beings hiding and waiting, for us.
A game on my couch turned Into a night of terror
As we described what we saw in unison.
"You stayed up to late. Its your mind playing tricks"
Is it just MY mind playing tricks?
You saw them...
#trees
#night
#shadows
#city
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2017 00:22am
24th Sep 2017 00:22am
Invisible
Come Into my world
Of pain and shaking shadows.
Sometimes you can hear outside voices
"When. She wakes up, don't look scared"
It sounds distant,
Like your talking at the end of a tunnel.
Waking up with blood streaming from my lip, fist drawn right to my chest in an awkward angle.
Everything is bright, and loud.
A cough sounds like a gunshot
I jump.
I try to talk but all that comes out are tears and muddled nonsense.
My nerves are on fire and my pride is wounded..
Epilepsy is a battle.
It comes in...
Of pain and shaking shadows.
Sometimes you can hear outside voices
"When. She wakes up, don't look scared"
It sounds distant,
Like your talking at the end of a tunnel.
Waking up with blood streaming from my lip, fist drawn right to my chest in an awkward angle.
Everything is bright, and loud.
A cough sounds like a gunshot
I jump.
I try to talk but all that comes out are tears and muddled nonsense.
My nerves are on fire and my pride is wounded..
Epilepsy is a battle.
It comes in...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2017 3:41am
10th Jun 2017 3:41am
But is she better now
(This might just be a part one I'm not sure yet)
But is she better now:
She's eating more when others are with her.
Telling them she's sleeping so much more.
She tries her best not to stair at the clock or the door when she's with company.
They think she's getting better now.
At home alone she pukes until she bleeds
Alone she cries and seethes.
She hates herself the demons in her head
Sometimes She'll remember to eat at least once a day..
She's not better right now
She hears daily " your gaining weight you...
But is she better now:
She's eating more when others are with her.
Telling them she's sleeping so much more.
She tries her best not to stair at the clock or the door when she's with company.
They think she's getting better now.
At home alone she pukes until she bleeds
Alone she cries and seethes.
She hates herself the demons in her head
Sometimes She'll remember to eat at least once a day..
She's not better right now
She hears daily " your gaining weight you...
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2017 2:39pm
25th May 2017 2:39pm
Gone
I still remember your embrace.
You loved the way I traced the skin on your body and face.
Hugs from you were warm
They were safe.
Movie nights in your bed felt right
You held me tight as I slept
Kept away the bad dreams
And made every day with you feel like a great dream.
The day I heard that you died
My world froze.
I called you, I texted you..
Nothing ..
and it was never actually real to me until I got to your funeral
They played dust in the wind,
A song you made fun of everyday
There was a priest...
You loved the way I traced the skin on your body and face.
Hugs from you were warm
They were safe.
Movie nights in your bed felt right
You held me tight as I slept
Kept away the bad dreams
And made every day with you feel like a great dream.
The day I heard that you died
My world froze.
I called you, I texted you..
Nothing ..
and it was never actually real to me until I got to your funeral
They played dust in the wind,
A song you made fun of everyday
There was a priest...
787 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2017 10:52pm
11th May 2017 10:52pm
The shadow of epilepsy
Before the darkness consumes my body, I start to feel sick.
I can't speak, my body goes limp
My world goes black.
It feels like I'm under attack
They make me choke
My body stiffens
As pain rushes over me.
I wake up in the kitchen floor.
My girlfriend looming over me
Tears in her eyes
"You're okay baby, you had a seizure it was bad this time"
I try to reach out,
To wipe away her tears
But its as if my body
Doesn't know how to.
I try to say I love you
But all that comes out
Is word...
I can't speak, my body goes limp
My world goes black.
It feels like I'm under attack
They make me choke
My body stiffens
As pain rushes over me.
I wake up in the kitchen floor.
My girlfriend looming over me
Tears in her eyes
"You're okay baby, you had a seizure it was bad this time"
I try to reach out,
To wipe away her tears
But its as if my body
Doesn't know how to.
I try to say I love you
But all that comes out
Is word...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2017 10:05am
11th May 2017 10:05am
Hussey.
I'd try to drink away your memory
But sadly I have a high tolerance.
I'd try to smoke until I was high as a kite, but smoking just makes me tired.
Pills? I take to much already.
You did nothing but try to break me down.
You reminded me of my father when he got high.
Like a monster.
You held my wrist keeping me on top of you.
"Yeah baby you like that? "
As you moved your body against mine, kissing me hard so I couldn't pull away and say no.
Some days I still find myself
Wanting to contact you so I can know if you were...
But sadly I have a high tolerance.
I'd try to smoke until I was high as a kite, but smoking just makes me tired.
Pills? I take to much already.
You did nothing but try to break me down.
You reminded me of my father when he got high.
Like a monster.
You held my wrist keeping me on top of you.
"Yeah baby you like that? "
As you moved your body against mine, kissing me hard so I couldn't pull away and say no.
Some days I still find myself
Wanting to contact you so I can know if you were...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2017 11:49am
10th May 2017 11:49am
Smile..
You're a pretty girl,
you should smile more.
You're a good girl,
Why dont you smile more.
Smile..
I'm told to smile as if its the cure to any possible illness.
Does my naturally "sad"
Face offend you?
I'll smile when I feel like it.
When it doesn't have to be forced
Like its ripping open
Both sides of my mouth.
If I smile on command,
Will you stitch me back up?
Play doctor with me,
Take me apart
And sow me back together in your image.
Show me factory made perfection.
Someone who...
you should smile more.
You're a good girl,
Why dont you smile more.
Smile..
I'm told to smile as if its the cure to any possible illness.
Does my naturally "sad"
Face offend you?
I'll smile when I feel like it.
When it doesn't have to be forced
Like its ripping open
Both sides of my mouth.
If I smile on command,
Will you stitch me back up?
Play doctor with me,
Take me apart
And sow me back together in your image.
Show me factory made perfection.
Someone who...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 12:00pm
12th Feb 2017 12:00pm
Work in progress
My body is like a giant lump of clay.
I'll mold myself over and over
Until I look like a sculpture
That you can finally be proud of.
I can make a pretty clay person for you, don't worry there's no need to make a mouth for it.
Those just get in the way.
Do you like it thick or skinny?
Long hair or short?
Would you like it to be worth while?
I'm not sure what that looks like
But I promise you I can try.
Just tell me to stop
When it looks right.
I'll mold myself over and over
Until I look like a sculpture
That you can finally be proud of.
I can make a pretty clay person for you, don't worry there's no need to make a mouth for it.
Those just get in the way.
Do you like it thick or skinny?
Long hair or short?
Would you like it to be worth while?
I'm not sure what that looks like
But I promise you I can try.
Just tell me to stop
When it looks right.
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 10:56am
3rd Feb 2017 10:56am
Epilepsy part 2
please, can you help me?
How did i end up here?
Im not sure if i should laugh
Or be stricken with fear.
People around me speak,
but i cant say a thing.
Motionless i lay here in pain
soon the shaking begains,
to me, it feels as if hours have passed before it ends.
After i open my eyes to faces i dont remember at first.
some smile
some have tears..
some fear the worst.
How did i end up here?
Im not sure if i should laugh
Or be stricken with fear.
People around me speak,
but i cant say a thing.
Motionless i lay here in pain
soon the shaking begains,
to me, it feels as if hours have passed before it ends.
After i open my eyes to faces i dont remember at first.
some smile
some have tears..
some fear the worst.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2016 5:56am
28th Dec 2016 5:56am
Skinny boxes
(Old poem of mine)
Dying to be thin
Dying to win the game of "pretty".
you tell me I'm beautiful
But won't look me in the eyes when you say it.
Collar bones, thigh gaps
Flawless skin
A beautiful trap.
I can't be myself
Because I'm trapped in a box.
It reads " handle with care"
Because I'm so close to breaking.
Society tells you to love yourself.
But only if you fit the box..
You don't? Starve yourself until you fit.
Hide yourself, with clothes..
With make-up.
With that pretty fake...
Dying to be thin
Dying to win the game of "pretty".
you tell me I'm beautiful
But won't look me in the eyes when you say it.
Collar bones, thigh gaps
Flawless skin
A beautiful trap.
I can't be myself
Because I'm trapped in a box.
It reads " handle with care"
Because I'm so close to breaking.
Society tells you to love yourself.
But only if you fit the box..
You don't? Starve yourself until you fit.
Hide yourself, with clothes..
With make-up.
With that pretty fake...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2016 2:11am
28th Dec 2016 2:11am
Dear ana
(I wrote this 2 years ago)
I fill my plate as i sit at diner with my family.
There's laughter, there's joy.. then a pause.
My mother asks why im not eating
i tell her one of the usual
"i feel sick, i ate a big lunch, im not hungry".
I'm constantly hungry,
my body is eating itself because i wont feed it.
I weigh 120, but if i call myself fat,
if i, even bring it up that i dont like my body..
suddenly its every ones job to tell me
"i weigh __, so dont complain"
or
"i think your beautiful the way you...
I fill my plate as i sit at diner with my family.
There's laughter, there's joy.. then a pause.
My mother asks why im not eating
i tell her one of the usual
"i feel sick, i ate a big lunch, im not hungry".
I'm constantly hungry,
my body is eating itself because i wont feed it.
I weigh 120, but if i call myself fat,
if i, even bring it up that i dont like my body..
suddenly its every ones job to tell me
"i weigh __, so dont complain"
or
"i think your beautiful the way you...
512 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2016 8:24pm
27th Dec 2016 8:24pm
drugged up promises
I was always asked the same questions.
"Why won't you come home"
"Why are you acting like this"
Why.. Why? Since day one I was always second place .
Drugs were always first.
When I begged you to stop,
The same words
"I'm sorry baby don't give up on me" said over and over just like you'd rehearsed.
Tell me, what's worse.
Being a drug dealers daughter,
Or a meth heads whore.
Begging for forgiveness
Or being left on the floor .
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
"A recovering addict is...
"Why won't you come home"
"Why are you acting like this"
Why.. Why? Since day one I was always second place .
Drugs were always first.
When I begged you to stop,
The same words
"I'm sorry baby don't give up on me" said over and over just like you'd rehearsed.
Tell me, what's worse.
Being a drug dealers daughter,
Or a meth heads whore.
Begging for forgiveness
Or being left on the floor .
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
"A recovering addict is...
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