Submissions by Beautiful_Enigma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Though I'm still finding my voice, I'm confident that it will grow from a whisper to a scream...
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2017 3:54am
20th Nov 2017 3:54am
Toothbrushes and T-Shirts
It's not so uncommon anymore
to find you have utilized your key
Shoes by the door
you've "turned on the heat
so you won't be cold"
And I'm warm
and thankful
For the sound of your before bed shower
your toothbrush in its place
your t-shirt in the closet
Slowly
but surely
you belong
Good night kisses on neck
and nose
The grip on my waist firm
I sleep on the left side of the bed
and you feel like home
to find you have utilized your key
Shoes by the door
you've "turned on the heat
so you won't be cold"
And I'm warm
and thankful
For the sound of your before bed shower
your toothbrush in its place
your t-shirt in the closet
Slowly
but surely
you belong
Good night kisses on neck
and nose
The grip on my waist firm
I sleep on the left side of the bed
and you feel like home
#love
#kindness
#home #lover
#home #lover
764 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2017 2:43am
21st Oct 2017 2:43am
You Don't Realize There Was A Before Until You Step Into The After...
there is a time when you are broken
there is a time when you are healed
in the moment that they overlap
is the miracle
there is a time when you are healed
in the moment that they overlap
is the miracle
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals #healing
#TimeHeals #healing
727 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Jan 2017 12:21pm
27th Jan 2017 12:21pm
I Mastered One-sided Conversations by Being Ungrateful
I suppose it was just a bad day.
I guess I'm just tired.
We all have days like that, right?
...
I have them more often these days.
It's the same thing, over and over again.
Up and down, up and down...
...
...
It's just that it gets harder, you know?
The crawling back up part.
So I guess maybe I'm asking for a little help.
Something.
Something to hold on to because this is rough and I really am tired.
And it hurts.
It's not supposed to be this hard.
I wouldn't think so.
You aren't supposed to...
I guess I'm just tired.
We all have days like that, right?
...
I have them more often these days.
It's the same thing, over and over again.
Up and down, up and down...
...
...
It's just that it gets harder, you know?
The crawling back up part.
So I guess maybe I'm asking for a little help.
Something.
Something to hold on to because this is rough and I really am tired.
And it hurts.
It's not supposed to be this hard.
I wouldn't think so.
You aren't supposed to...
798 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 8:09am
22nd Jan 2017 8:09am
Epilogue, or Sooner or later it was bound to happen...
I loved you
And I couldn't say it
all the things, so many things
the black and white twisted and tangled until it was all just gray
swollen with confusion
and frustration
And the sky wept
Then you screamed into the night
aimed to shake away my sorrow
each step you took
showed your true colors
painted boldly in scarlet eyes
clenched fists
And the earth smoldered
The tears dried
hungover in happy amnesia
you smiled
I shivered
and wished I could forget
the sun didn't come out ...
And I couldn't say it
all the things, so many things
the black and white twisted and tangled until it was all just gray
swollen with confusion
and frustration
And the sky wept
Then you screamed into the night
aimed to shake away my sorrow
each step you took
showed your true colors
painted boldly in scarlet eyes
clenched fists
And the earth smoldered
The tears dried
hungover in happy amnesia
you smiled
I shivered
and wished I could forget
the sun didn't come out ...
808 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2017 5:02am
17th Jan 2017 5:02am
Grounded
Within the solitude of melancholia
lies sanctuary
For in foolish hope
is the demise of Icarus
lies sanctuary
For in foolish hope
is the demise of Icarus
751 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2016 2:13am
19th Dec 2016 2:13am
Untitled, the story isn't finished...
Two whole days
I didn't speak a word
Out loud
And I cried out for someone
To listen
Because there is a difference
But by the time I had an ear
I had nothing to say
Alone in the quiet
I was comfortable
Two whole months
I didn't go anywhere
Canceled plans
And no rain checks
and I just waited
But by the time they came
My roots were planted
And I was still
And it was easy
It's a funny thing
realizing that the world
kept turning
that things grew
and changed ...
I didn't speak a word
Out loud
And I cried out for someone
To listen
Because there is a difference
But by the time I had an ear
I had nothing to say
Alone in the quiet
I was comfortable
Two whole months
I didn't go anywhere
Canceled plans
And no rain checks
and I just waited
But by the time they came
My roots were planted
And I was still
And it was easy
It's a funny thing
realizing that the world
kept turning
that things grew
and changed ...
866 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 2:48am
11th Nov 2016 2:48am
Prologue...
It's a wonder
how far you find you can throw
when the walls been built 50 feet high
but you just have to see...
because you start to wonder
after a while
When honesty flows so freely
in the ease of darkness
I barely noticed
until it started to move me
and it felt like such a sure thing
I wondered how far it could go
I reached over the top
touched your lips with my fingertips
and it was no wonder
that I fell down the other side
because I get clumsy sometimes
But you caught me
set me...
how far you find you can throw
when the walls been built 50 feet high
but you just have to see...
because you start to wonder
after a while
When honesty flows so freely
in the ease of darkness
I barely noticed
until it started to move me
and it felt like such a sure thing
I wondered how far it could go
I reached over the top
touched your lips with my fingertips
and it was no wonder
that I fell down the other side
because I get clumsy sometimes
But you caught me
set me...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Jul 2016 8:02am
13th Jul 2016 8:02am
That's probably why I'm not a morning person...
It's something about these damn love songs, I suppose.
I do a pretty good job of pretending to ignore the thought of you during the day.
Responsibility is a pretty good distraction.
But eventually the quiet comes.
I play the music a little too loud to push you out of my mind
But even there you're stubborn as hell
and the night lasts so long...
I've numbered the stars with missed opportunities
So many times I've wanted to pick up the phone... too may times.
Shoot a text
Just to say hi
wanting to say so much more
In person...
I could...
I do a pretty good job of pretending to ignore the thought of you during the day.
Responsibility is a pretty good distraction.
But eventually the quiet comes.
I play the music a little too loud to push you out of my mind
But even there you're stubborn as hell
and the night lasts so long...
I've numbered the stars with missed opportunities
So many times I've wanted to pick up the phone... too may times.
Shoot a text
Just to say hi
wanting to say so much more
In person...
I could...
865 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 10:02pm
25th Apr 2016 10:02pm
Could this be enough?
Read all about it, again
down there in the corner of your morning paper
ticking along the bottom of the tv news
Another headline in the making
Could this be enough?
Behind the badge
a promise to "Protect and Serve"
Who gave permission to add
"as judge, jury, and executioner"?
Due process with the pull of a trigger
Isn't this enough?
Counting the crimson footprints of
another mother leaving her baby
swaddled in a body bag
lying in the street like a dog
Could this be enough?
...
down there in the corner of your morning paper
ticking along the bottom of the tv news
Another headline in the making
Could this be enough?
Behind the badge
a promise to "Protect and Serve"
Who gave permission to add
"as judge, jury, and executioner"?
Due process with the pull of a trigger
Isn't this enough?
Counting the crimson footprints of
another mother leaving her baby
swaddled in a body bag
lying in the street like a dog
Could this be enough?
...
845 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 9:31pm
19th Apr 2016 9:31pm
Insatiable
The most intimate piece of me
scorched from the heat of us once upon a time
now lain barren and ashen in the wake of the never ever after
The enigma of you
still able to precipitate my thoughts
in a futile attempt to fulfill an impenetrable desire
It could never be quenched
I would rather die ravished by the salt
in the memory of your salutation upon my lips
than to languish in contentment to dangle my fingertips in the oasis of your beauty
Not after I have bathed in pools of your laughter
showered in the glory of...
scorched from the heat of us once upon a time
now lain barren and ashen in the wake of the never ever after
The enigma of you
still able to precipitate my thoughts
in a futile attempt to fulfill an impenetrable desire
It could never be quenched
I would rather die ravished by the salt
in the memory of your salutation upon my lips
than to languish in contentment to dangle my fingertips in the oasis of your beauty
Not after I have bathed in pools of your laughter
showered in the glory of...
934 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2016 6:12am
6th Apr 2016 6:12am
Dear Me in the Morning...
Those with their glasses half full would say that this is just a temporary setback. A transition period on your journey of self discovery. Those with their glasses half empty would tell you that your glass is completely empty, knocked off the table and shattered on the floor in a thousand jagged pieces.
That second scenario is probably most accurate, because when you wake up in the morning, nothing will be there. Not a thing that you worked for, saved for, hoped for will be there. No job, no car, no money, no home, no partner, no love, nothing.
Don't bother checking...
That second scenario is probably most accurate, because when you wake up in the morning, nothing will be there. Not a thing that you worked for, saved for, hoped for will be there. No job, no car, no money, no home, no partner, no love, nothing.
Don't bother checking...
1046 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 7:10am
5th Apr 2016 7:10am
Reckoning
A retrograde of volition has lead me into uncharted territory, though I presume that I'm near the corner of karma and consequences
Not really lonely but throughly alone
Not really lost either, because that would imply that there was somewhere I belonged in the first place
So I suppose I'm just here
Sorting out this numbness paralyzing every aspect of my being
Bear with me
I'm working through some things
Not really lonely but throughly alone
Not really lost either, because that would imply that there was somewhere I belonged in the first place
So I suppose I'm just here
Sorting out this numbness paralyzing every aspect of my being
Bear with me
I'm working through some things
813 reads
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