Submissions by Backmomentarily
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Guilty of a slightly clinical writing style.
SELF POEM
Published
Today 3:44am
Today 3:44am
Stars
Constellations were swirling with each breath taken like fireworks but stars were part of the permanent fixture for sky and the moon lit a path down the canal of darkness- a dance with the possibilities of oceanic utterances sharing a single tide; I was vastly becoming me.
#admiration
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2020 5:51am
14th Oct 2020 5:51am
Unmasking
Lend to me what lies in the ruins of undiscovery that might actually define who I am; then show me what I could become under the continued unmasking of those bandage like inhibitions.
#sensual
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2020 00:48am
3rd Oct 2020 00:48am
Engine
Poets meet up by driving their metaphorical bumper cars around in cyberspace; congruity eventually moves in on the kill like brash seduction, yet the engine of poetry- inspiration just coasts along...it rarely bumps or collides just as schools of fish in having mastered the art of synchronicity and fine tuning.
#LifeCycle
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2020 8:22pm
2nd Oct 2020 8:22pm
Bodies
Sullen bodies of the dispossessed
were heard
Amplified over
ghosts and goblins
somewhere in the night air
Amplified over
the stench of promise
with revivalism being the greatest heresy to wear his grief after hours
Sullen bodies of the dispossessed were heard thieving from the more solitare tales of themselves;
thieving from the most ill-tempered places of the human graveyard anatomy cut out from the land of somber new freedoms
Sullen bodies of the dispossessed
were heard lagging
in the mirror of...
were heard
Amplified over
ghosts and goblins
somewhere in the night air
Amplified over
the stench of promise
with revivalism being the greatest heresy to wear his grief after hours
Sullen bodies of the dispossessed were heard thieving from the more solitare tales of themselves;
thieving from the most ill-tempered places of the human graveyard anatomy cut out from the land of somber new freedoms
Sullen bodies of the dispossessed
were heard lagging
in the mirror of...
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2020 11:06pm
27th Sep 2020 11:06pm
Match
Is it not enough to light a match to see a spark; when it comes to love? I had to not only go and burn my fingertips but burn the entire house down, while being made to crawl out from underneath the smokey ruins.
#fire
#SelfDiscovery
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
Hailing
The pages of me began to unfurl as lines recited upon the subtle frailties of my marble inset skin
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
#LifeStruggles
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2020 2:59am
19th Sep 2020 2:59am
Brooding
If only it was the fly away hair escaping a hair bun,
a 1980s bomber jacket with a ticket to a 1990s venue in the side pocket and a duffel sack that dared to make me late.
It was fair to assume there was a fight with time: brooding- the need to protect something deemed precious instead it was me- all the people and places I've hoarded who simply couldn't clear the turnstile.
a 1980s bomber jacket with a ticket to a 1990s venue in the side pocket and a duffel sack that dared to make me late.
It was fair to assume there was a fight with time: brooding- the need to protect something deemed precious instead it was me- all the people and places I've hoarded who simply couldn't clear the turnstile.
#aging
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2020 2:14am
19th Sep 2020 2:14am
No Longer
Department stores no longer play songs that are familiar
neigborhoods grown up in are no longer recognizable
not to mention all the new news anchors appearing on tv
means I'm learning what it is like to be deaf which is akin to taking that first sip of champagne bubble that pours into what's left of your senses and the overflow spurts up through your veins so that taste can be experienced by the brain; thats what its like to hear, otherwise you might be the last to know that your entire world has just changed.
neigborhoods grown up in are no longer recognizable
not to mention all the new news anchors appearing on tv
means I'm learning what it is like to be deaf which is akin to taking that first sip of champagne bubble that pours into what's left of your senses and the overflow spurts up through your veins so that taste can be experienced by the brain; thats what its like to hear, otherwise you might be the last to know that your entire world has just changed.
#aging
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 3:31am
17th Sep 2020 3:31am
Shame
I was dripping from the nozzle of shames' long neck night after night
It was the pitter patter that reminds me of what it was like to hunger inside my own pipeline like skin
And the steady flow of water through the form of a shower head- pregnancy; real
Unearthing further from a silently pollinating culture prying for all the sordid details
Stuck behind the would be veil of clever sportsmanship.
It was the pitter patter that reminds me of what it was like to hunger inside my own pipeline like skin
And the steady flow of water through the form of a shower head- pregnancy; real
Unearthing further from a silently pollinating culture prying for all the sordid details
Stuck behind the would be veil of clever sportsmanship.
#memories
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 00:55am
8th Sep 2020 00:55am
Vine
Snaking up the wall in the sw corner of my metaphorical concrete building; you move
Twine and stretch
and the winding trail then grasps by the tender tendrils thread like footsies underneath the
table of the antelope's brush
Clinging climbing the
woody stems...they become more scantilly appearing- less strength on which to pool the body weight of a giantess or appendage of woman
Cling tight onto my foilage.
Twine and stretch
and the winding trail then grasps by the tender tendrils thread like footsies underneath the
table of the antelope's brush
Clinging climbing the
woody stems...they become more scantilly appearing- less strength on which to pool the body weight of a giantess or appendage of woman
Cling tight onto my foilage.
#environment
#nature
#memories
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Sep 2020 3:31pm
7th Sep 2020 3:31pm
Satellite
Defined by binge flaunting turbulence the axis re-orientates
and the satellite spins on nothing but whole dust color scripted and surveyed
while charting not only marine life but human bodies
in expressions' inkhorn there are brushes with guardianship where she orbits over one area-
Incessantly ecliptic.
and the satellite spins on nothing but whole dust color scripted and surveyed
while charting not only marine life but human bodies
in expressions' inkhorn there are brushes with guardianship where she orbits over one area-
Incessantly ecliptic.
#astronomy
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Sep 2020 3:52am
7th Sep 2020 3:52am
Pancakes
Pour me out like syrup across pancakes and think about what part of the brain you most want to taste me with.
#food
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