Submissions by zoeyeatworld
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
my song (revised)
My arm's a volin,
My blade the bow,
as I play my song of shame
The notes flow, throughout
my veins
My song
over,
over, and
over
As I play my song of shame
I dream of melodies
in my ear too loud
My lungs a piano
my lighter the keys
As I play my song of same
The notes tear, throughout
My body
My song
burns,
burns, and
burns
And I play my song of shame
My blade the bow,
as I play my song of shame
The notes flow, throughout
my veins
My song
over,
over, and
over
As I play my song of shame
I dream of melodies
in my ear too loud
My lungs a piano
my lighter the keys
As I play my song of same
The notes tear, throughout
My body
My song
burns,
burns, and
burns
And I play my song of shame
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Underneath Shooting Stars
Tell me you love me
Lie with me
Hold me tight
I'll take flight
Like a kite
Underneath
Shooting stars
Catch me when I fall for you
Whisper my name
Break my heart
Tear me apart
Lie with me
Hold me tight
I'll take flight
Like a kite
Underneath
Shooting stars
Catch me when I fall for you
Whisper my name
Break my heart
Tear me apart
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2 Comments
How I feel right now
I wish I was better
I Wish I was good
I wish i never made that first cut on my flesh
I don't deserve this
This pain is
So intense
But a knife through my chest
it'll be okay
Someday
I Wish I was good
I wish i never made that first cut on my flesh
I don't deserve this
This pain is
So intense
But a knife through my chest
it'll be okay
Someday
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My Song
My arm's a violin,
my blade the bow,
as I play my song of shame
I want to stop,
but know I can't.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Every night I go to bed
and cry myself to sleep.
I dream of death,
I dream so sad,
I dream of cuts too deep.
And when I wake
I always wish
I'd go to sleep for good.
Because I know that I want out,
but don't know if I could.
my blade the bow,
as I play my song of shame
I want to stop,
but know I can't.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Every night I go to bed
and cry myself to sleep.
I dream of death,
I dream so sad,
I dream of cuts too deep.
And when I wake
I always wish
I'd go to sleep for good.
Because I know that I want out,
but don't know if I could.
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She Dressed Boldly
Because she dressed boldly
Swathed in bright red
They never saw her sit in the dark
Picking at her scabs
Wondering why she bled
Swathed in bright red
They never saw her sit in the dark
Picking at her scabs
Wondering why she bled
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3 Comments
Falling Out of Love ~ High Blues
I listen to music
and hope for a release
instead of blood I choose harmony.
No one knows this is big
at least for me.
I feel like playing the piano
when the blue gets to me
But I steadily realize I'm falling
out of love.
I've seen another rescue me.
Be there for me
This blue amazes me
But I've chosen to see blood
fall from my wounds
he resents me
I'm falling out of love.
and hope for a release
instead of blood I choose harmony.
No one knows this is big
at least for me.
I feel like playing the piano
when the blue gets to me
But I steadily realize I'm falling
out of love.
I've seen another rescue me.
Be there for me
This blue amazes me
But I've chosen to see blood
fall from my wounds
he resents me
I'm falling out of love.
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Cutting READ THIS noaw
"Cutting only transfers the pain to your body. Cutting takes the pain from your mind and your thoughts and memories and puts them directly on your body. I know that it helps you right now sweetie but you need understand one thing from me. Cutting only gets rid of the pain temporarily and thats why you go back to it. If it was a forever fix, it would happen once and it would be over with forever.
But its not that at all. Its really really hard to get out of but if you learn to stop youll soon realize that its not needed, I promise.
Transferring pain from one place to...
But its not that at all. Its really really hard to get out of but if you learn to stop youll soon realize that its not needed, I promise.
Transferring pain from one place to...
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You
Love is patient
and it is kind
You show me this
time after time
Holding me tightly
when darkness falls
Subduing my trembling
when anxiety calls
You’re there if I awaken
from nightmarish dreams
Mending calm fiber
and stitching its seams
Quietly listening
while you dampen my tears
Hearing my confessions
my sins and my fears
I know not how to tell you
of your importance to me
You are my rock on the shores
of deep torrent sea
Your love stands firm
after all we've been through
Please always be with me...
and it is kind
You show me this
time after time
Holding me tightly
when darkness falls
Subduing my trembling
when anxiety calls
You’re there if I awaken
from nightmarish dreams
Mending calm fiber
and stitching its seams
Quietly listening
while you dampen my tears
Hearing my confessions
my sins and my fears
I know not how to tell you
of your importance to me
You are my rock on the shores
of deep torrent sea
Your love stands firm
after all we've been through
Please always be with me...
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5 Comments
I am lost in my mind.
I am lost in my mind.
Turning, twirling dark and hazy clouds of doubt fill through my veins.
I’ve lost all hope, I give up
These are the words I whisper to you.
I’m done.
Heart cannot bear anymore pain,
My tears are acid
Burning through everything I love
I am lost in my mind
I saw at the patterns on the wall
Pray my sanity comes back
Turning, twirling dark and hazy clouds of doubt fill through my veins.
I’ve lost all hope, I give up
These are the words I whisper to you.
I’m done.
Heart cannot bear anymore pain,
My tears are acid
Burning through everything I love
I am lost in my mind
I saw at the patterns on the wall
Pray my sanity comes back
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Icy Hell
I should wash these pills down the drain,
But it seems easier to prolong my pain,
Because I know going through withdrawal will just about kill me.
It seems easier just to go on,
Smoking crack and popping pills until dawn,
Knowing in the end what will be, will be.
Yet somewhere deep inside,
There's a little bit of pride,
A tiny shaft of light that still reminds me.
Of the girl I used to be,
When my brain was clear and free,
I'm not sure that I can be that girl again.
But it seems easier to prolong my pain,
Because I know going through withdrawal will just about kill me.
It seems easier just to go on,
Smoking crack and popping pills until dawn,
Knowing in the end what will be, will be.
Yet somewhere deep inside,
There's a little bit of pride,
A tiny shaft of light that still reminds me.
Of the girl I used to be,
When my brain was clear and free,
I'm not sure that I can be that girl again.
766 reads
2 Comments
Think of You
When evening mist
rises from the reed leaves,
in the chill dusk,
I’ll think of you.
rises from the reed leaves,
in the chill dusk,
I’ll think of you.
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Silver Shovel
With my silver shovel
I dig for rubies,
shining like liquid drops
as they are brought to the surface
in pale moonlight.
I must hide my mines
of rose-petal dollops
beneath dark blankets
to keep them my little secret
with my silver shovel stained red.
I dig for rubies,
shining like liquid drops
as they are brought to the surface
in pale moonlight.
I must hide my mines
of rose-petal dollops
beneath dark blankets
to keep them my little secret
with my silver shovel stained red.
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6 Comments
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