Submissions by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every day I have the same argument in my head. The little devil sitting on my shoulder does this wild end zone dance when he wins, the angel on the other shoulder just gives a little prayer, so sometimes I go with the devil just to see the dance.
Masks
The lying mirror
whispers,
you are brave,
and noble,
wearing the the face we wish to see,
hiding our loneliness,
dying inside
in the masks so carefully chosen
"Does this mask go with these high heels"
Pretend intimacy
and deep communion,
our masks never slipping,
never allowing anyone inside
as false faces...
whispers,
you are brave,
and noble,
wearing the the face we wish to see,
hiding our loneliness,
dying inside
in the masks so carefully chosen
"Does this mask go with these high heels"
Pretend intimacy
and deep communion,
our masks never slipping,
never allowing anyone inside
as false faces...
#loneliness
#shame
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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Finding our way back home
sunlight plays across the wings of a dragonfly,
shatters light in a thousands rays of laughter.
Mirth bubbles up from the well of my soul
With spirits set free,
I drift on the whispered breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith,
finding our power
is belief in one another
I am in the trees,
I am sunlight,
playing tag across golden meadows.
I am the dragonfly scattering the...
shatters light in a thousands rays of laughter.
Mirth bubbles up from the well of my soul
With spirits set free,
I drift on the whispered breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith,
finding our power
is belief in one another
I am in the trees,
I am sunlight,
playing tag across golden meadows.
I am the dragonfly scattering the...
#faith
#rebirth
#fate #spiritual
#fate #spiritual
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SOB
With challenging eyes,
she looks to far horizons.
Asking one simple question
that defines her soul
"Is this all there is?"
And the horizon answered back
"I am here, come to me".
Every great explorer
has heard this call
and once answered as she
"wait for me my love,
I will search for thee"
but there is a difference,
she doesn't need a map,
seeking the horizons of the mind,
meeting the unknown
with challenging...
she looks to far horizons.
Asking one simple question
that defines her soul
"Is this all there is?"
And the horizon answered back
"I am here, come to me".
Every great explorer
has heard this call
and once answered as she
"wait for me my love,
I will search for thee"
but there is a difference,
she doesn't need a map,
seeking the horizons of the mind,
meeting the unknown
with challenging...
#sadness
#love
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1 Comment
A Letter to a Witch
If life is poetry
and poetry is life,
we are all haunted
and hiding from the light.
We hide from our demons,
cowering from strife
but sometimes writing poetry,
we are one with the night.
I am on the outside looking in,
you are on the inside looking out.
This separation is a prison
as I gnaw at the bars of my cage.
I reach for you with rhyme,
you reach for life no longer blind.
An eternal chase for an immortal fire,
a moth to near the flame,
longing for the blistering pyre.
and poetry is life,
we are all haunted
and hiding from the light.
We hide from our demons,
cowering from strife
but sometimes writing poetry,
we are one with the night.
I am on the outside looking in,
you are on the inside looking out.
This separation is a prison
as I gnaw at the bars of my cage.
I reach for you with rhyme,
you reach for life no longer blind.
An eternal chase for an immortal fire,
a moth to near the flame,
longing for the blistering pyre.
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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My Grandparents
All I knew was old,
wrinkled skin,
and stumbling gait.
Craggy best described her face,
giving gifts of ice cream and cake,
plus lots of love and caring.
She dreamed of coming to America
but I never knew her story.
Years after she passed,
combing through old boxes,
there was a picture of a ravishing beauty.
"that's grandma, didn't you know?"
Next to her stood a handsome man,
tall with chiseled physic,.
His suit with wide lapels ...
wrinkled skin,
and stumbling gait.
Craggy best described her face,
giving gifts of ice cream and cake,
plus lots of love and caring.
She dreamed of coming to America
but I never knew her story.
Years after she passed,
combing through old boxes,
there was a picture of a ravishing beauty.
"that's grandma, didn't you know?"
Next to her stood a handsome man,
tall with chiseled physic,.
His suit with wide lapels ...
#love
#family
#memories
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I'm Sorry
I'm sorry
for all I've implied,
these dreams of you
were never true,
and I never knew
I tried,
with all my heart,
seeking to know you,
to find your spirit
hidden in dark
lost,
shadows of the past,
drawing me from my path
You never fit ...
the boxes of my mind
I'm sorry
I got it so wrong
but I will never be sorry ...
for all I've implied,
these dreams of you
were never true,
and I never knew
I tried,
with all my heart,
seeking to know you,
to find your spirit
hidden in dark
lost,
shadows of the past,
drawing me from my path
You never fit ...
the boxes of my mind
I'm sorry
I got it so wrong
but I will never be sorry ...
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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The End
Have you ever thought
I just don't care?
Asking yourself
why?
Why feel all the pain,
all the sadness,
living in this bitter refrain?
And then you just stop,
stop caring,
about anything,
and everything,
including your life
You think of ways
for death to mean something,
planning how to make them pay
Seeking revenge
for self inflicted pain,
thinking in one final act
that your...
I just don't care?
Asking yourself
why?
Why feel all the pain,
all the sadness,
living in this bitter refrain?
And then you just stop,
stop caring,
about anything,
and everything,
including your life
You think of ways
for death to mean something,
planning how to make them pay
Seeking revenge
for self inflicted pain,
thinking in one final act
that your...
#spiritual
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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Mainlining Rhyme
Mainlining rhyme
needle tracks in my mind
I was so innocent
playing around with limericks
A little 'Henry the Fifth'
seemed like a gift
then Poe
took me down a rabbit hole
My fate was sealed
before Erato I kneeled
with free verse
my need grew worse
My first poems
brought my addiction home
I need this metered fix
my life a total eclipse
They said
"the first one's free"
"just one won't hurt you"
Now I push prose
for my daily dose
...
needle tracks in my mind
I was so innocent
playing around with limericks
A little 'Henry the Fifth'
seemed like a gift
then Poe
took me down a rabbit hole
My fate was sealed
before Erato I kneeled
with free verse
my need grew worse
My first poems
brought my addiction home
I need this metered fix
my life a total eclipse
They said
"the first one's free"
"just one won't hurt you"
Now I push prose
for my daily dose
...
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
257 reads
2 Comments
Silence
Silence
the screaming silence
of a falling tree
the weeping silence
of a loved ones last breath
the holy silence
within our prayers
the anticipating silence
before a kiss
the pins and needles silence
of basketball's flight at the buzzer
Do you know the sounds of silence
cover your ears and listen
open your soul and hear
Without silence
music would just be noise
We think silence is the pause within music
but what if
the...
the screaming silence
of a falling tree
the weeping silence
of a loved ones last breath
the holy silence
within our prayers
the anticipating silence
before a kiss
the pins and needles silence
of basketball's flight at the buzzer
Do you know the sounds of silence
cover your ears and listen
open your soul and hear
Without silence
music would just be noise
We think silence is the pause within music
but what if
the...
#silence
#spiritual
#music #philosophical
#music #philosophical
334 reads
10 Comments
Hope
The heart beats in silent yearning
a vessel shattered
torn in two
re-welded
hammered into shape
forged in the fires of creation
to hold once more the gifts of humanity
knowing the pain of rebirth
the vulnerability of love
to weep in sadness
and finally finding hope
learning strength through failure
to stand before the storm
the whispered fear
of failed love
and the emptiness left behind
hope is welder of our hearts
the hammer that binds
making us whole
hope for...
a vessel shattered
torn in two
re-welded
hammered into shape
forged in the fires of creation
to hold once more the gifts of humanity
knowing the pain of rebirth
the vulnerability of love
to weep in sadness
and finally finding hope
learning strength through failure
to stand before the storm
the whispered fear
of failed love
and the emptiness left behind
hope is welder of our hearts
the hammer that binds
making us whole
hope for...
#love
#hope
#uplifting
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2 Comments
I See You
It's hard
so very hard these days
every single day I work my ass off
trying not to be an ass
I bite my tongue
holding back words
hoping my thoughts are never heard
hiding the anger in my heart
passing off insults like they're fine art
this is not the way
to make the world pay
anger breeding more anger
jealousy, envy, and greed
I want to be noticed
I...
so very hard these days
every single day I work my ass off
trying not to be an ass
I bite my tongue
holding back words
hoping my thoughts are never heard
hiding the anger in my heart
passing off insults like they're fine art
this is not the way
to make the world pay
anger breeding more anger
jealousy, envy, and greed
I want to be noticed
I...
#forgiveness
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
Dark Paradigms
The ghost of words lost in rhyme,
a haunted poets paradigm,
dark specters living in the night,
ink stained spirits of metered fright
Hidden in the shadows of our minds,
the depths of our souls we have mined
fighting demons our daily bread,
raising spirits of the unsaid,
writing poems of hope and dread
Frankenstein-esque we bring dreams to life, ...
a haunted poets paradigm,
dark specters living in the night,
ink stained spirits of metered fright
Hidden in the shadows of our minds,
the depths of our souls we have mined
fighting demons our daily bread,
raising spirits of the unsaid,
writing poems of hope and dread
Frankenstein-esque we bring dreams to life, ...
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
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