Tag: Poetry

Untitled Poetry Submission

Untitled Poetry Submission

samesunsets

My mind is like cascading glass. Each shard shatters beautifully, into smaller pieces after every trauma. I piece myself back together, grasping at anything to hold back tears. My own mind cuts deep into my flesh, exposing old wounds that are damned to never heal. Each breath continuing life, each breath continuing pain.

Anonymous submission

______________

We love all submissions here. However, we would like to take this time to say, if you are hurting, feeling lost, or hopeless, please talk with someone. You are a beautiful person, with people who care about you, even if it feels like you’re alone. As someone who has personally struggled with their own mental health issues, believe me when I say that you are not in this alone, and there are others who understand. If you are ever in crisis, I’ll be including a link that has many numbers for helplines.

Link for international helplines below

https://ibpf.org/resource/list-international-suicide-hotlines

Untitled Submitted Poetry

Untitled Submitted Poetry

samesunsets

When the burn in your chest rages, like a fire that you can’t control. Know that you hold the power to crumple a universe. Beware that the universe is not yourself. The burning embers of your heart will fade like the death of a star, nought is left inside but billowing ash. You will emerge back, gasping for oxygen. Ready to burn again. Grasping again for another flame to ignite your soul. This time more prepared for the collapse, but no matter how hard you try, nothing will prepare you for what will come. Over and Over you return to this smoldering ash. No one can save you but yourself, ignite your own soul.

anonymous submission
Falling for Autumn

Falling for Autumn

samesunsets
Photo by Matthias Groeneveld on Pexels.com

___________________

“You know, I’ve really missed these evenings with you.”

“What is it that makes you love them so much, other than my incredible presence that is?”

“The smell of corn fields, and crisp evening air. The smell of leaves on the ground as they become an array of brown. It reminds me of young love and first kisses stolen under blankets… of late nights with friends now gone.”

Nothing Gold Can Stay

samesunsets

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

Stay Gold Ponyboy

-S.E. Hinton

A close friend once used this quote when talking to me, and ever since I’ve been infatuated with the book and the poem.

You

You

samesunsets

It’s 3am and I’m alone.

The day went by too fast and now I don’t know what to do.

I’m thinking about you.

I’m always thinking about you.

I couldn’t stop so I bought this whiskey but there’s never enough.

It’s these nights alone, when I have to ask why wasn’t I enough?

Did I love too much?

Did I treat you badly?

I don’t think so but with you gone I guess I’ll never know.

I miss you, what a stupid text.

I need to get some goddamn self respect.

I can’t though,

you’re all I hoped I’d find.

I’m alone here, all broke inside

How fucking pathetic.

It’s 3am and I’m alone.