Submissions by Carpe_Noctem
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“However beautiful a song may be,it is just a tune to thosewho do not understand its meaning.”― Milarepa
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
22nd Dec 2024 3:52am
These Scars Wont Define Us
Heartfelt, this goes out to all the poets here
those that for whatever the reason
have chosen to share their scars
I appreciate you all
Together WE shall cross this river
those that for whatever the reason
have chosen to share their scars
I appreciate you all
Together WE shall cross this river
#gratitude
#healing
#support #TimeHeals
#support #TimeHeals
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
Husk of a shell of my former self
we used to dance
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#philosophical
70 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
Untitled for some reason
sometimes I would walk to the kitchen, coffee mug in hand
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
#healing
#PTSD
91 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
Sleepless Lunatic
burnt offerings sacrificed to the full moon
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
#memories
#PTSD
#TimeHeals
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2024 10:03am
11th Dec 2024 10:03am
Meaningful title inserted
it's two am
slept
maybe an hour
two uninterrupted dreamers
laying undisturbed
enter the muse
tangoing into the mind's eye
quickening the pace
flowing coffee
freshly brewed as scant offering
she summons me
wounds still fresh in the blistering sun
yet to scar over
still puss and scab
sorrows embrace of sadness grips me
still the door creaks, opened by her
drawing from the joint
gently she guides me
my smoke shadow, mere illusion
...
slept
maybe an hour
two uninterrupted dreamers
laying undisturbed
enter the muse
tangoing into the mind's eye
quickening the pace
flowing coffee
freshly brewed as scant offering
she summons me
wounds still fresh in the blistering sun
yet to scar over
still puss and scab
sorrows embrace of sadness grips me
still the door creaks, opened by her
drawing from the joint
gently she guides me
my smoke shadow, mere illusion
...
#healing
#PTSD
81 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
Meditating atop mothers decaying corpse
How is it that you are repulsed
By this naked green body ?
Bliss appears to mind
What is it you see?
By this naked green body ?
Bliss appears to mind
What is it you see?
#meditation
#SelfReflection
92 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 11:48am
9th Dec 2024 11:48am
Bloodletting and Leeches
A friend asked me about being raped.
How i thought it happened, what led up to it.
To which i replied
was probably naughty in a past life
in a very vulnerable state and needed a lesson in re-establishing boundaries
A small part died that day
As to what emerged from the fire of tragedy
Whos to say?
How i thought it happened, what led up to it.
To which i replied
was probably naughty in a past life
in a very vulnerable state and needed a lesson in re-establishing boundaries
A small part died that day
As to what emerged from the fire of tragedy
Whos to say?
#PTSD
82 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:09am
2nd Dec 2024 9:09am
Bring me the All Fathers eye(s)
Kiddo
Grammatically correct or not
These eyes gaze
over countless moons
Grammatically correct or not
These eyes gaze
over countless moons
#love
#magic
96 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
138 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 7:42pm
29th Nov 2024 7:42pm
Ist Heut Ein Platz Aus Stahl
Broken snow globes
coldly misplaced around a dying fireplace
Cracks forming within realities resolve
for a second there it sounded like she said
Half mumbled truths
or was it stories of bygone days?
These well worn tracks
marked cross roads of well trodden suffering
Once one little taste
harmless partaking from Sugarman's bag of treats
Still beating heart dances
ripped out from chest cavity
Fitting somehow
throwing caution to the wind
...
coldly misplaced around a dying fireplace
Cracks forming within realities resolve
for a second there it sounded like she said
Half mumbled truths
or was it stories of bygone days?
These well worn tracks
marked cross roads of well trodden suffering
Once one little taste
harmless partaking from Sugarman's bag of treats
Still beating heart dances
ripped out from chest cavity
Fitting somehow
throwing caution to the wind
...
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 3:30pm
28th Nov 2024 3:30pm
Relic
Dying breed
Era long bygone
Banter
Acceptable discourse
Long before
Politically correct
Woke mind virus
Strangulated
Carefree
Times relatable
Sage rosemary thyme
Beaches golden
Era long bygone
Banter
Acceptable discourse
Long before
Politically correct
Woke mind virus
Strangulated
Carefree
Times relatable
Sage rosemary thyme
Beaches golden
#nostalgia
#SelfReflection
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