Submissions by Aquatic-Vehicle (Lexiloo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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I enjoy ALL kinds of poetry and stories. If you captivate me, I'm sold. I hope you feel the same about the poems I produce!
Bittersweet
First kisses are bittersweet.
Anxiety and desire meet,
The temptation charged,
Pairs of hearts enlarged.
Oh and the taste, it lingers,
Count the minutes on your fingers,
Because you’re in love,
A set of bonded doves.
To redo my first kiss,
It’s all I’ll ever wish,
The memory turns sour,
I held regret by the hour.
Relations not solidified,
Forced to say goodbye,
But now, I feel free,
As our love was not meant to be.
God, that kiss was bittersweet.
Anxiety and desire meet,
The temptation charged,
Pairs of hearts enlarged.
Oh and the taste, it lingers,
Count the minutes on your fingers,
Because you’re in love,
A set of bonded doves.
To redo my first kiss,
It’s all I’ll ever wish,
The memory turns sour,
I held regret by the hour.
Relations not solidified,
Forced to say goodbye,
But now, I feel free,
As our love was not meant to be.
God, that kiss was bittersweet.
#FirstLove
#love
#TimeHeals
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When can I stop trying?
#dark
#emptiness
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2 Comments
I’m tired
My purpose is dwindling,
My marriage is failing,
A lot to be tired of.
I hate living in filth,
I hate my poor health,
Am I alive?
If this is to be alive, I don’t want it,
I’ll roll the dice of a thousand sinners,
Just for God to relinquish his hold.
Truthfully, I’m not so sure,
I was told therapy would be my cure,
But I… just got worse.
If tomorrow won’t come, I won’t holler,
Hell, I would gather up every dollar,
Just for the safety in knowing I won’t be yelled at again.
My marriage is failing,
A lot to be tired of.
I hate living in filth,
I hate my poor health,
Am I alive?
If this is to be alive, I don’t want it,
I’ll roll the dice of a thousand sinners,
Just for God to relinquish his hold.
Truthfully, I’m not so sure,
I was told therapy would be my cure,
But I… just got worse.
If tomorrow won’t come, I won’t holler,
Hell, I would gather up every dollar,
Just for the safety in knowing I won’t be yelled at again.
#dark
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A Vow From Hertan
As the silence slices abruptly,
The drum of mortality strikes.
Through agony, I’ve persevered to understanding.
The negativity from darkness loses its clasp,
I linger, starved from the light.
Emotion swallows my mind,
Finally, with purpose I rise.
Animalistic vigor,
Uncanny spite,
Each thump and thrash,
Only to fortify my life.
I am a one-winged phoenix.
I am a fangless wolf.
But this is a vow to continue to struggle,
To constantly persist,
As the resilient heart will always cling to life.
The drum of mortality strikes.
Through agony, I’ve persevered to understanding.
The negativity from darkness loses its clasp,
I linger, starved from the light.
Emotion swallows my mind,
Finally, with purpose I rise.
Animalistic vigor,
Uncanny spite,
Each thump and thrash,
Only to fortify my life.
I am a one-winged phoenix.
I am a fangless wolf.
But this is a vow to continue to struggle,
To constantly persist,
As the resilient heart will always cling to life.
#courage
#faith
#healing
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Surrender
Alas, alas.
Desensitized emotion,
Dazed thoughts.
You can retract your wails, now.
You can cease with your criticism.
No whispering for comfort,
I won’t even peep a complaint.
You can quell your infuriation,
As I glaze an unbiased mind.
Everything you ever wanted, right..?
Well, why do you gaze at me slow,
Like an antique ring in a case,
A longing undeserving of me?
Regardless, it’s fine……
As puppets don’t flee,
And Knick-knacks won’t vanish,
And I have no where to go.
You won.
Desensitized emotion,
Dazed thoughts.
You can retract your wails, now.
You can cease with your criticism.
No whispering for comfort,
I won’t even peep a complaint.
You can quell your infuriation,
As I glaze an unbiased mind.
Everything you ever wanted, right..?
Well, why do you gaze at me slow,
Like an antique ring in a case,
A longing undeserving of me?
Regardless, it’s fine……
As puppets don’t flee,
And Knick-knacks won’t vanish,
And I have no where to go.
You won.
#emptiness
#escape
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I Have Strength
All my wounds have blessed me with an unfound resilience.
#faith
#hope
#strength
171 reads
5 Comments
Nostalgia
Memories suffocate my mind,
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
#memories
#nostalgia
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Consumes
A prison of gloom,
I'm begging.
I'm pleading.
Give something that'll bloom.
Oh, Lord, it's empty,
I'm saturated in nothingness,
Yet, everything at once,
I'm overwhelmed by plenty.
Writhe in confusion,
Thrash in fury,
I really can't keep this up,
I need a solution.
I'm being consumed,
The void terrifies me,
An abyss to escape,
"Too far gone," like I presumed.
I'm begging.
I'm pleading.
Give something that'll bloom.
Oh, Lord, it's empty,
I'm saturated in nothingness,
Yet, everything at once,
I'm overwhelmed by plenty.
Writhe in confusion,
Thrash in fury,
I really can't keep this up,
I need a solution.
I'm being consumed,
The void terrifies me,
An abyss to escape,
"Too far gone," like I presumed.
#dark
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The Tortoise
Years turn to decades,
Thirteen to be exact.
Scars enclose my carcass,
Almost hollow.
The pale touch of the leaves,
The pain.
Sensitivity pings my nerves,
I just want to rest.
One step forward and another staggered,
It's almost the end for the tortoise.
Thirteen to be exact.
Scars enclose my carcass,
Almost hollow.
The pale touch of the leaves,
The pain.
Sensitivity pings my nerves,
I just want to rest.
One step forward and another staggered,
It's almost the end for the tortoise.
#hope
#death
#gratitude #hurt
#gratitude #hurt
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And Again.
Hallucination.
Illusion.
Again and again, same delusion.
Holding my own,
Now a threat.
Emotions I don't own,
Gun roulette.
Sphere in the chamber,
Pop!
Ponder in the mirror, a stranger.
Pulsating in my chest, nonstop.
Eyes stutter open,
Hitched respiration.
Again, I'm broken.
Immense desperation.
Sentiments to condemn,
Globes ready to close.
Haunting continues, again and again.
Illusion.
Again and again, same delusion.
Holding my own,
Now a threat.
Emotions I don't own,
Gun roulette.
Sphere in the chamber,
Pop!
Ponder in the mirror, a stranger.
Pulsating in my chest, nonstop.
Eyes stutter open,
Hitched respiration.
Again, I'm broken.
Immense desperation.
Sentiments to condemn,
Globes ready to close.
Haunting continues, again and again.
#anxiety
#confusion
#denial #nightmares
#denial #nightmares
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Sweet Tea
On our first date,
She ordered sweet tea.
A whiff of nostalgia swept my being,
As I couldn't imagine the enchantress I was seeing.
Soft russet hair extends to her collar,
Orbs of glacier blue gazes back.
Appearing so delicate and dainty,
Words of honey, she speaks of faintly.
Casual beetroot cardigan, whisked with her complexion,
God, was she beautiful.
Each date to come,
She ordered a sweet tea.
Stunning with every stroll,
Assertiveness branded in her soul.
Appearances hardly seem to differ, ...
She ordered sweet tea.
A whiff of nostalgia swept my being,
As I couldn't imagine the enchantress I was seeing.
Soft russet hair extends to her collar,
Orbs of glacier blue gazes back.
Appearing so delicate and dainty,
Words of honey, she speaks of faintly.
Casual beetroot cardigan, whisked with her complexion,
God, was she beautiful.
Each date to come,
She ordered a sweet tea.
Stunning with every stroll,
Assertiveness branded in her soul.
Appearances hardly seem to differ, ...
#happiness
#love
#romantic #FallingInLove
#romantic #FallingInLove
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One with Humanity
Haven't you noticed the ocean's wailing waves, a desperate cry to someone but always misunderstood as a "calming lullaby"?
Each crash upon the open shore to the hidden clams leave a vast variety of shells on the course ground. It exposed every hook and cranny life would be able to survive against predators by hiding and distancing themselves. So, the ocean may not be weeping, but the stunted snapper beached on the coast frantically flailing in an attempt to meet up with the ocean is. The unveiled clams swiftly diffing as their life depends on it, as it does. Even the land...
Each crash upon the open shore to the hidden clams leave a vast variety of shells on the course ground. It exposed every hook and cranny life would be able to survive against predators by hiding and distancing themselves. So, the ocean may not be weeping, but the stunted snapper beached on the coast frantically flailing in an attempt to meet up with the ocean is. The unveiled clams swiftly diffing as their life depends on it, as it does. Even the land...
#sea
#confusion
#ignorance
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