Submissions by withernrise
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Prayer
There once was a child who believed in angels, Heaven and Hell.
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for once, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and took the child.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep never came.
The child’s skin burned from the chains locked around their wrists.
“Please, God. Kill me,” the child begged. “Kill me, please.”
The Lord heard the...
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for once, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and took the child.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep never came.
The child’s skin burned from the chains locked around their wrists.
“Please, God. Kill me,” the child begged. “Kill me, please.”
The Lord heard the...
#childhood
#religion
#God #suffering
#God #suffering
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four-leaf clover
no one thinks twice about ending the life of a four-leaf clover but he said that if reincarnation were real, that he hoped in his next life he could be one. hoped someone would be excited to find him, be happy to pick him, and that he could bring them good luck.
i'd like to believe that reincarnation is real, because i cannot imagine that the amount of love i feel when i think of him,
could cease to exist the moment this heart stops beating.
if i were to find him in my next life,
if i have a hand to pick him,
i will love him enough not to.
...
i'd like to believe that reincarnation is real, because i cannot imagine that the amount of love i feel when i think of him,
could cease to exist the moment this heart stops beating.
if i were to find him in my next life,
if i have a hand to pick him,
i will love him enough not to.
...
#love
#rebirth
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little star
i said, “i love you” but i never said goodbye.
when the night came, i said, “shine bright” but i never said goodbye.
the last time the earth took a friend, i believed in a heaven above
where angels danced and a man in white said, “welcome!"
that’s nothing but a laugh to me now. it’s as cruel
as a joke can be. now i believe
that when the last breath comes, the darkness
of your eyelids is all there is to greet you.
except, your eyes were open when i asked death, "how long?”
and he said,...
when the night came, i said, “shine bright” but i never said goodbye.
the last time the earth took a friend, i believed in a heaven above
where angels danced and a man in white said, “welcome!"
that’s nothing but a laugh to me now. it’s as cruel
as a joke can be. now i believe
that when the last breath comes, the darkness
of your eyelids is all there is to greet you.
except, your eyes were open when i asked death, "how long?”
and he said,...
#grief
#death
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seasons
it is spring and i am a puddle
who dreams of the ocean
but dries up in the sun.
it is summer and i am a glass jar
with dead fireflies
and an open lid.
it is fall and i am a crumbled leaf
where the crunch of my bones
brings joy to a child.
it is winter and i am the flame
of an apple-scented candle
for a woman sick with a cold.
it is spring again and i am the rain
that falls from the clouds
and caresses your window.
it is...
who dreams of the ocean
but dries up in the sun.
it is summer and i am a glass jar
with dead fireflies
and an open lid.
it is fall and i am a crumbled leaf
where the crunch of my bones
brings joy to a child.
it is winter and i am the flame
of an apple-scented candle
for a woman sick with a cold.
it is spring again and i am the rain
that falls from the clouds
and caresses your window.
it is...
#love
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deemed perfect
you said that it would be mutilating my body, that god would be upset. that his wrath would consume me for destroying his creation that was already deemed "perfect" and didn't need to be fixed.
but where was god's wrath when i was eight-years-old and a creation of his deemed "perfect" held me down and mutilated my innocence more than surgical tools ever could?
you said that this is not who i am, that what happened to me made me what i am but these breasts i hate i didn't have when i was eight.
i hate riding in vehicles with no windows and locked doors. i hate...
but where was god's wrath when i was eight-years-old and a creation of his deemed "perfect" held me down and mutilated my innocence more than surgical tools ever could?
you said that this is not who i am, that what happened to me made me what i am but these breasts i hate i didn't have when i was eight.
i hate riding in vehicles with no windows and locked doors. i hate...
#abuse
#LGBT
#suffering #transgender
#suffering #transgender
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