Submissions by CircleDanceSquared (AlyssaJane96)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Capturing my feelings, then releasing them
Light Beam
I want to stomp on the breaks and put this traffic on pause
I want to unwrap from my body like some expired gauze
I want to become a beam of light and shoot straight up to God
I want to take a peak behind the curtain at the Wizard of Oz
Where there's no laws, or road blocks, or close calls, or bad odds
but is there really such a place with no flaws?
I don't know
I'm feeling high when I'm sober
moon landing like Apollo
my mouth is getting dry
and it's getting hard to swallow
I know I shouldn't spend my...
I want to unwrap from my body like some expired gauze
I want to become a beam of light and shoot straight up to God
I want to take a peak behind the curtain at the Wizard of Oz
Where there's no laws, or road blocks, or close calls, or bad odds
but is there really such a place with no flaws?
I don't know
I'm feeling high when I'm sober
moon landing like Apollo
my mouth is getting dry
and it's getting hard to swallow
I know I shouldn't spend my...
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3 Comments
Dandelion Flu
I want to listen to your voice
speak me to sleep
deep lines of poetry
over binaural beats
your soft spoken soul
tastes so syrupy sweet
sleep walk seamlessly
into the backless
dress of my dreams
I see us dancing barefoot
through puddles and streams
my hearts a skipping stone
that's surely to sink
before I do
drip drops of dew
into dandelion flu seasons
to be close to you
is better than being sick
for no reason
youre leaving me breathless
like I'm blowin balloons
it's not your Birthday ...
speak me to sleep
deep lines of poetry
over binaural beats
your soft spoken soul
tastes so syrupy sweet
sleep walk seamlessly
into the backless
dress of my dreams
I see us dancing barefoot
through puddles and streams
my hearts a skipping stone
that's surely to sink
before I do
drip drops of dew
into dandelion flu seasons
to be close to you
is better than being sick
for no reason
youre leaving me breathless
like I'm blowin balloons
it's not your Birthday ...
713 reads
4 Comments
The Importance of Zero
Passing streets in Portland
seeing people pan handlin
craving for a fix
strung out like a damn mandolin
cattle driven and never questioning who's in the saddle
hollow as a ping pong being beaten by a paddle
puddle splashed, sidewalk trash, shanty town huddle
numb lips sputter spit as they mumble gibberish
once vivid dreams of their childhood innocence
replaced by rocks and scribblish thoughts
pupils resembling black dots dragging on a sentence..
even though it wants to stop
but they can't stop.
Their staggered teeth...
seeing people pan handlin
craving for a fix
strung out like a damn mandolin
cattle driven and never questioning who's in the saddle
hollow as a ping pong being beaten by a paddle
puddle splashed, sidewalk trash, shanty town huddle
numb lips sputter spit as they mumble gibberish
once vivid dreams of their childhood innocence
replaced by rocks and scribblish thoughts
pupils resembling black dots dragging on a sentence..
even though it wants to stop
but they can't stop.
Their staggered teeth...
693 reads
4 Comments
Importance of the Moon
My poison is rolled white paper pollution
I preform self surgeries using bandaid solutions
most days I feel useless like the lifeless youth
that left home a second too late or a moment too soon
I wish I knew the importance of the moon
would I question my every move
or move on
life is the balloon my parents put in my hands to hold on
I grew and I flew into new horrizons
I blew smoke and I choked on the fumes that rised
where do balloons go when they die?
I went shopping for a coffin but they didn't have my size
I realized I was in...
I preform self surgeries using bandaid solutions
most days I feel useless like the lifeless youth
that left home a second too late or a moment too soon
I wish I knew the importance of the moon
would I question my every move
or move on
life is the balloon my parents put in my hands to hold on
I grew and I flew into new horrizons
I blew smoke and I choked on the fumes that rised
where do balloons go when they die?
I went shopping for a coffin but they didn't have my size
I realized I was in...
695 reads
11 Comments
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