Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
The Winner's World
As heavy as her mind is,
she's weightless to my arms.
As dark as her past is,
her skin's sunlight.
If she feels she doesn't belong,
she's overqualified.
She's everything desirable in this world.
If any heaven looks different,
let it fall.
If any sky doesn't welcome her,
turn to night.
There are stars up in this sky
that rose in the dark.
she's weightless to my arms.
As dark as her past is,
her skin's sunlight.
If she feels she doesn't belong,
she's overqualified.
She's everything desirable in this world.
If any heaven looks different,
let it fall.
If any sky doesn't welcome her,
turn to night.
There are stars up in this sky
that rose in the dark.
#anxiety
#motivational
#nature
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Breaking Lights
She's been through hell, and the hell chases her,
the way the light of the sun is chased from east to west.
No one sees a ray run or asks the first light of the break of day
if she needs to catch her breath.
She does it by herself.
At the height of the sun,
by the corners of her eyes, she stares at the edges of her orange-yellow-studded world.
There are no shadows.
She breathes a few minutes.
Another wave of shade creeps from under the horizon.
The light you protect, you won't let them cover it, huh?
...
the way the light of the sun is chased from east to west.
No one sees a ray run or asks the first light of the break of day
if she needs to catch her breath.
She does it by herself.
At the height of the sun,
by the corners of her eyes, she stares at the edges of her orange-yellow-studded world.
There are no shadows.
She breathes a few minutes.
Another wave of shade creeps from under the horizon.
The light you protect, you won't let them cover it, huh?
...
#anxiety
#motivational
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
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Beautiful World
Tree hulls filter the smoke of a new day.
Knock on wood and dance with the leaves.
The autumn leaves reach higher in the light of a sun that's breaking through.
Follow along the chips of sunlight.
The canopy of the trees is cast so deep.
Where's the world we were promised?
She had to be a bird to glide through the branches,
'round and 'round these timber beams that extend forever,
and through the cover of the top of this Earth.
Into an open world,
she exhales breaths of cloud.
From above, the...
Knock on wood and dance with the leaves.
The autumn leaves reach higher in the light of a sun that's breaking through.
Follow along the chips of sunlight.
The canopy of the trees is cast so deep.
Where's the world we were promised?
She had to be a bird to glide through the branches,
'round and 'round these timber beams that extend forever,
and through the cover of the top of this Earth.
Into an open world,
she exhales breaths of cloud.
From above, the...
#motivational
#nature
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Waiting for Clarity
Time will lift the eyes
above the clouds.
Vapors glaze over the lenses.
Blink, and crystals set in the corner of the lids.
It's hard to see through the clouds
what your sun will look like.
If you decide to grab a sun from behind the visor of the clouds,
you might catch a satellite
and be tossed on a circular flight in low orbit
'round, 'round the place to which you had fallen before.
But enough of earth and the feelings you felt.
You've made it far as the clouds.
Time will lift the eyes above the...
above the clouds.
Vapors glaze over the lenses.
Blink, and crystals set in the corner of the lids.
It's hard to see through the clouds
what your sun will look like.
If you decide to grab a sun from behind the visor of the clouds,
you might catch a satellite
and be tossed on a circular flight in low orbit
'round, 'round the place to which you had fallen before.
But enough of earth and the feelings you felt.
You've made it far as the clouds.
Time will lift the eyes above the...
#hope
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#confusion
#PersonalGrowth
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Pit of Pangs
If we leave a pit of pangs
for answers to unanswerable questions,
something will fill that pit and meet the pangs.
It won't be answers.
for answers to unanswerable questions,
something will fill that pit and meet the pangs.
It won't be answers.
#TruthOfLife
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Buds of Chance
Linum stem curls into a cloud,
undoes its florets for rainfall,
springs out a hand across fates,
then rolls its paths into one,
into cloud.
I see the cloud more than sun.
The wind whips against droplets.
With my tongue, I've tasted rain more than shine.
It tastes like linum.
Pulse.
The stems pulse.
The fibres didn't need to be open.
The flowers didn’t need to be closed.
We're lying on linen.
I don't know if it was the sun that was bad or the rain,
but the curling of the flax above...
undoes its florets for rainfall,
springs out a hand across fates,
then rolls its paths into one,
into cloud.
I see the cloud more than sun.
The wind whips against droplets.
With my tongue, I've tasted rain more than shine.
It tastes like linum.
Pulse.
The stems pulse.
The fibres didn't need to be open.
The flowers didn’t need to be closed.
We're lying on linen.
I don't know if it was the sun that was bad or the rain,
but the curling of the flax above...
#flowers
#nature
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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Dream Lantern
Clock clicks.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
#dreams
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Psychosomatic Disentanglement
A war-frayed silo
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
#hope
#humankind
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#acceptance
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New Records
Summery blankets of dough
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
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Moving
Blunt streaks of sweat thumb-pressed across the buttoned collar—
white with a tinge mark of a proud scent.
Crinkling around the placket in a vice-grip
with hands ripping away.
Strings unwind their whitewater seam to the end where buttons pop out the mouth of flappy tails.
I'll take this shirt with me
from the body of the latest flop—
sewn and resewn for the form of the next attempt.
white with a tinge mark of a proud scent.
Crinkling around the placket in a vice-grip
with hands ripping away.
Strings unwind their whitewater seam to the end where buttons pop out the mouth of flappy tails.
I'll take this shirt with me
from the body of the latest flop—
sewn and resewn for the form of the next attempt.
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#inspirational #LifeGoals
#inspirational #LifeGoals
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Vascular Refuse
Pack your heart and leave,"
The BPA sources arrhythmia,
the carrier bag I snagged shopping.
The arteries laser-welt to the plastic face
suffocate before the words of mouth.
Reaching out for a body
I tucked it from.
Having latched to another who pried off the parasite.
Having gained 40 pounds on return,
unpackaging and swallowing,
it falls like a stone.
Ah, vomit.
The acid reflux alerts the throat at attempt to gulp,
"Refuse."
Not reintegrating to the chest.
Blah.
"Pack...
The BPA sources arrhythmia,
the carrier bag I snagged shopping.
The arteries laser-welt to the plastic face
suffocate before the words of mouth.
Reaching out for a body
I tucked it from.
Having latched to another who pried off the parasite.
Having gained 40 pounds on return,
unpackaging and swallowing,
it falls like a stone.
Ah, vomit.
The acid reflux alerts the throat at attempt to gulp,
"Refuse."
Not reintegrating to the chest.
Blah.
"Pack...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
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Rhythmic Seam
Pressing a cloud flat,
stroke the puffed-up into string,
tune the hunger to bass.
stroke the puffed-up into string,
tune the hunger to bass.
#peace
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