Submissions by yellow-house
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am completely incompetent and generally unpleasant.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Oct 2017 8:18pm
31st Oct 2017 8:18pm
like that
it was like being given thousands of hours where
you couldn’t breathe but were forced to live anyway.
so your lungs ached as much as your eyes ached from crying,
as much as your heart ached from beating.
it was like turning the anxious butterflies in your stomach
into angry hornets looking to force their way out by any means.
so you wanted to throw up until they stopped stinging,
but throwing up would just leave your throat burning.
and i feel like that ever day you talk to me now
and i'll live with the feeling as long as i...
you couldn’t breathe but were forced to live anyway.
so your lungs ached as much as your eyes ached from crying,
as much as your heart ached from beating.
it was like turning the anxious butterflies in your stomach
into angry hornets looking to force their way out by any means.
so you wanted to throw up until they stopped stinging,
but throwing up would just leave your throat burning.
and i feel like that ever day you talk to me now
and i'll live with the feeling as long as i...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 2:27pm
7th Sep 2017 2:27pm
no you're upside down
these thin paper walls,
and late night cars,
rough bird calls,
and purple scars,
midnight walks,
and foreign feelings,
glowing city clocks,
and moldy ceilings,
all exist for someone new,
for someone else,
and yet,
myself.
and late night cars,
rough bird calls,
and purple scars,
midnight walks,
and foreign feelings,
glowing city clocks,
and moldy ceilings,
all exist for someone new,
for someone else,
and yet,
myself.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2017 1:41pm
20th Aug 2017 1:41pm
boo hoo i'm hungover
sloppy drunk kisses
and vodka dry-heaves,
nothing foreshadows
noon naseau
more
from here, hell will be
ascension,
blood beneath broken
nails,
clawed escape
a morning migraine,
alcohol and
perfume masked weed
induced,
the tea leaves at the bottom
of the mug
form an unreadable lump of
shit
from here, hell will be
a relief,
baited breath
escaping between lips
and vodka dry-heaves,
nothing foreshadows
noon naseau
more
from here, hell will be
ascension,
blood beneath broken
nails,
clawed escape
a morning migraine,
alcohol and
perfume masked weed
induced,
the tea leaves at the bottom
of the mug
form an unreadable lump of
shit
from here, hell will be
a relief,
baited breath
escaping between lips
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2017 2:39pm
28th Jul 2017 2:39pm
they say surround yourself with positive people
my back hurts from crouching over
and drawing like a maniac.
honey if you'd let me scab a cigarette
i'd mentally benefit from feeling closer to death.
the last time i was this internally exhausted
i could distract myself from the pulpy mess of my organs
by pulling blood from beneath my skin
but i'm almost eighteen now and that's selfish,
i recognise that my existence is not for me.
the only emotions i really feel are the ones that hurt,
and lately i've hurt so much that i can't get up in the morning,
still, that's better than...
and drawing like a maniac.
honey if you'd let me scab a cigarette
i'd mentally benefit from feeling closer to death.
the last time i was this internally exhausted
i could distract myself from the pulpy mess of my organs
by pulling blood from beneath my skin
but i'm almost eighteen now and that's selfish,
i recognise that my existence is not for me.
the only emotions i really feel are the ones that hurt,
and lately i've hurt so much that i can't get up in the morning,
still, that's better than...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 12:16pm
15th Jul 2017 12:16pm
i love you (frantically)
frail bird bones beneath your ribs
your hands are warm
but where is it
my head no longer on your chest
your hands are cold
mint encased / nicotine breath
my frozen heart still beats quick
the train is coming
where has the whiskey gone
the train is coming
your hands are warm
i can see my breath
the street is quiet
i am alone
your hands are warm
but where is it
my head no longer on your chest
your hands are cold
mint encased / nicotine breath
my frozen heart still beats quick
the train is coming
where has the whiskey gone
the train is coming
your hands are warm
i can see my breath
the street is quiet
i am alone
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 11:59pm
11th Jul 2017 11:59pm
it's hard to cry when you're dehydrated
the ocean is so close.
i have yet to fear drowning in it's
wide expanse,
but instead wonder about the
icy and frantic crashing waves
pulling me under,
maybe it is serene,
to stop breathing,
to give my lungs a break.
i wonder.
but i will ignore this
and continue on,
floating facedown in the ocean
i carry inside myself.
i have yet to fear drowning in it's
wide expanse,
but instead wonder about the
icy and frantic crashing waves
pulling me under,
maybe it is serene,
to stop breathing,
to give my lungs a break.
i wonder.
but i will ignore this
and continue on,
floating facedown in the ocean
i carry inside myself.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2017 8:49am
10th Jul 2017 8:49am
different times
my hands shook, turning paler
than the burning snow surrounding them.
i jumped on the iced over puddles,
looking for weak spots,
hearing the satisfying crack as i got
closer to the cold water lying
beneath the ice.
indoors, i was no warmer with a few pairs
of socks covering my toes, and a hot chocolate
between my fingers.
i took my camera with me to the outdoors,
to drop it in the snow
as it slid away from my skeletal grip,
my motions more lethargic than usual
due to the frost making it’s way past my knuckles.
i...
than the burning snow surrounding them.
i jumped on the iced over puddles,
looking for weak spots,
hearing the satisfying crack as i got
closer to the cold water lying
beneath the ice.
indoors, i was no warmer with a few pairs
of socks covering my toes, and a hot chocolate
between my fingers.
i took my camera with me to the outdoors,
to drop it in the snow
as it slid away from my skeletal grip,
my motions more lethargic than usual
due to the frost making it’s way past my knuckles.
i...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2017 2:19pm
8th Jul 2017 2:19pm
i'd be a jellyfish
i started getting
smokey, sleep deprived
hallucinations,
creatures crawling in through
the small triangular window
in the ceiling,
i did nothing and just watched them,
wondering where you had
disappeared to,
wishing irately that you might
lie with me,
instead of constantly leaving
or curling up at my feet.
it hurt my feelings even though
it was stupid to take your actions personally.
my wet shoes were dry enough
after the painful minutes stretched to days
for me to put them back on
and go home.
smokey, sleep deprived
hallucinations,
creatures crawling in through
the small triangular window
in the ceiling,
i did nothing and just watched them,
wondering where you had
disappeared to,
wishing irately that you might
lie with me,
instead of constantly leaving
or curling up at my feet.
it hurt my feelings even though
it was stupid to take your actions personally.
my wet shoes were dry enough
after the painful minutes stretched to days
for me to put them back on
and go home.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2017 5:32pm
3rd Jul 2017 5:32pm
who actually likes love poems
hurt my feelings.
do it.
twist the knife in deep
and explain to me the way it will
negatively internally impact me.
tell me how to feel.
tell me not to care.
tell me what should matter.
be hypocritical.
ignore me.
make me worry
by telling me i shouldn't,
make me make you worse
by saying you say i make you better,
especially if it's not true.
keep me around for all the wrong reasons.
let me be selfish,
and hate me for it,
turn any compliment into an attack,
make me feel guilty on purpose
but as...
do it.
twist the knife in deep
and explain to me the way it will
negatively internally impact me.
tell me how to feel.
tell me not to care.
tell me what should matter.
be hypocritical.
ignore me.
make me worry
by telling me i shouldn't,
make me make you worse
by saying you say i make you better,
especially if it's not true.
keep me around for all the wrong reasons.
let me be selfish,
and hate me for it,
turn any compliment into an attack,
make me feel guilty on purpose
but as...
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