Submissions by Backmomentarily
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Guilty of a slightly clinical writing style.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 2:20am
26th Apr 2021 2:20am
Life
When we are born no one ever guaranteed us employment for the rest of our lives, happiness all the time ie our heart would never ache or that we would be lucky enough to live out all our days...but we take solace in the fact that all moments good or bad are truly fleeting.
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2021 4:23am
25th Apr 2021 4:23am
Madness
This hunk of flesh I'm trapped in is a suit that houses, protects my spirit or holds it prisoner.
And what can be said for all the incessant thoughts which pour from it?
A break in the madness can't be half bad;
After all death itself may just be welcoming.
And what can be said for all the incessant thoughts which pour from it?
A break in the madness can't be half bad;
After all death itself may just be welcoming.
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2021 1:41am
14th Apr 2021 1:41am
Dolls
The flank pavement headed into the night
while the air cut razor thin and my way of life jostled with green stalks
so I waited; germinated for peace from the storm
running through the flaxen fields of corn
where the idea of dolls were born from an incidental heritage part nature part ferocity and
it became my salvation.
while the air cut razor thin and my way of life jostled with green stalks
so I waited; germinated for peace from the storm
running through the flaxen fields of corn
where the idea of dolls were born from an incidental heritage part nature part ferocity and
it became my salvation.
#nature
#metaphor
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2021 10:36pm
11th Apr 2021 10:36pm
Ransacked
The books had been thrown from the mantle of my heart, my body ransacked like a room in the search for something of value; yet in my mangled consciousness I could still breathe.
#conflict
68 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2021 2:17am
29th Mar 2021 2:17am
Disappeared
dislocated into
dreams like an
abandoned asylum
I frugally
disappeared
into a state of dust unbecoming happiness or sadness; only pure being.
dreams like an
abandoned asylum
I frugally
disappeared
into a state of dust unbecoming happiness or sadness; only pure being.
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2021 4:18am
28th Mar 2021 4:18am
Free
I want to go some place where memories of me cease being a malignancy
Someplace where my voice is a litanous mutter where not even the sun can listen out for its interpretation
Where the heart is ruled by the eagle and the only signs that he is there are his wings lapping at the wind
Where the male elk weans in cone bearing swamp as he awaits his herd
And where the fish bathe in icey ponds both ravenously and peacefully
Some place I can be free from this corpse of a body and the spirit can be...
Someplace where my voice is a litanous mutter where not even the sun can listen out for its interpretation
Where the heart is ruled by the eagle and the only signs that he is there are his wings lapping at the wind
Where the male elk weans in cone bearing swamp as he awaits his herd
And where the fish bathe in icey ponds both ravenously and peacefully
Some place I can be free from this corpse of a body and the spirit can be...
#animals
#nature
#freedom #metaphor
#freedom #metaphor
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2021 4:50am
24th Mar 2021 4:50am
Escape
Learning to vacate the language that keeps me bound voiceless
I scream with no one to hear me there.
My wings were flapping inside this cage now known as a body; much in the same way as a bird in a confined space learns to be uncaptured.
Looking to shed plumage like rules for how one should live.
Needing to simply escape modern man.
I scream with no one to hear me there.
My wings were flapping inside this cage now known as a body; much in the same way as a bird in a confined space learns to be uncaptured.
Looking to shed plumage like rules for how one should live.
Needing to simply escape modern man.
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#metaphor
137 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2021 5:08am
22nd Mar 2021 5:08am
Stars 2
The salty night sky
Tasted my neck and
Rocked my bed
Like ocean waves
Crashing down again
A pinball run
An open door...ping and
We named the galaxies and
Suckled for boundaries; Not there
Like stars for arms
Reaching in darkness
Not knowing
We would become both
Immeasurable and
Innumerable among them.
Tasted my neck and
Rocked my bed
Like ocean waves
Crashing down again
A pinball run
An open door...ping and
We named the galaxies and
Suckled for boundaries; Not there
Like stars for arms
Reaching in darkness
Not knowing
We would become both
Immeasurable and
Innumerable among them.
#sex
#universe
#metaphor
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2021 3:52am
22nd Mar 2021 3:52am
Serpents
In the mining fields I've come to know dismantled wings who needed attention, redemption or fixing for the monster serpents of us; now further degraded. disfigured. by the sea you drug along over head.
#LifeStruggles
#sea
#monsters
#redemption
#metaphor
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2021 2:16am
14th Mar 2021 2:16am
Stone
In sun lit river waters run where they might've mocked me but I return to their brown curbed spaces pathways by day; in their basin shaped dreams at night and together we float up into impressionable passages of literary heads first
Those pockets...etching closer the pouring across stone- heart; gaffled by the repositories of hope who still stand journey full/ journey expectant.
Those pockets...etching closer the pouring across stone- heart; gaffled by the repositories of hope who still stand journey full/ journey expectant.
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2021 11:15pm
13th Mar 2021 11:15pm
Becoming
Emotions shriveled up
At the altar of my presence; the window- unabashed
Glittery parts of me
came undone by the
breezing of the trees and
All that I've ever known
Was made clear in the fountain waters I so loathe by the skeptical spout
And so becoming me had never become more evident than the butterflies
Who danced effortlessly on the pane of irony.
At the altar of my presence; the window- unabashed
Glittery parts of me
came undone by the
breezing of the trees and
All that I've ever known
Was made clear in the fountain waters I so loathe by the skeptical spout
And so becoming me had never become more evident than the butterflies
Who danced effortlessly on the pane of irony.
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Nov 2020 8:09pm
21st Nov 2020 8:09pm
Walls
The house was quiet except for our late night chat
it was then realized that noise travels more
solemnly
than silence;
and because the walls were paper thin;
I became
a flaming
nerve.
it was then realized that noise travels more
solemnly
than silence;
and because the walls were paper thin;
I became
a flaming
nerve.
#SelfDiscovery
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