Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2019 2:36am
15th Jul 2019 2:36am
What I Find
Optimism wears a
soft bullet hole; realism
took aim with the gun.
soft bullet hole; realism
took aim with the gun.
#honesty
28 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2019 5:09pm
11th Jul 2019 5:09pm
Grief: In Stages
Denial
is a steadfast
harpy, whispering
her lies to deceive
the heart
Bargaining
is a sharp tool
that bleeds you dry
with nothing to
replace what it takes
Anger
is a fervid
mistress, flaming
her hot embers
until a fire explodes
Depression
blankets the mind
in a blue mist of
sorrow, wrapping it
in cloistered warmth
Acceptance
is the cool water of
reassurance that pours
into the dark crevice, to
wash the soul anew.
is a steadfast
harpy, whispering
her lies to deceive
the heart
Bargaining
is a sharp tool
that bleeds you dry
with nothing to
replace what it takes
Anger
is a fervid
mistress, flaming
her hot embers
until a fire explodes
Depression
blankets the mind
in a blue mist of
sorrow, wrapping it
in cloistered warmth
Acceptance
is the cool water of
reassurance that pours
into the dark crevice, to
wash the soul anew.
#grief
#MovingOn
#acceptance
50 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 7:37pm
10th Jul 2019 7:37pm
You Cannot Kill Me
Accepting the raw reality of
this walk into the depths
of hell has been shaky
and unstable; as a bow and
quiver in the
hands of a novice.
Unsure of what way to take
aim, questioned at every turn—
I attempt to throw off the
weight of others’ opinions.
To travel a road, dark and
haunting; finding that I am only
halfway through the gnarled grove,
thick with pain and uncertainty.
Coming to grips with the loss
of my sacred femininity.
Looking for a light in the darkness.
I...
this walk into the depths
of hell has been shaky
and unstable; as a bow and
quiver in the
hands of a novice.
Unsure of what way to take
aim, questioned at every turn—
I attempt to throw off the
weight of others’ opinions.
To travel a road, dark and
haunting; finding that I am only
halfway through the gnarled grove,
thick with pain and uncertainty.
Coming to grips with the loss
of my sacred femininity.
Looking for a light in the darkness.
I...
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment #uplifting
#LifeChangingMoment #uplifting
60 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 6:33pm
13th Jun 2019 6:33pm
Lunch, Midday
Raucous laughter from the table over;
I wonder what was so funny.
Judging by the plethora of identical Michael Kors handbags, and “petite” manners, it wasn’t something bawdy.
Yes, I’m judging.
I live in a town full of middle class moms, parading as superstars.
Disapproving eyes glance across my tiny table by the wall.
I am nonplussed.
We all shit in the same reservoir.
And yes, I came into your 40 dollar a plate restaurant for lunch—
wearing my favorite velour sweatpants and gaming hoodie.
I like the pickled watermelon; I can’t get it...
I wonder what was so funny.
Judging by the plethora of identical Michael Kors handbags, and “petite” manners, it wasn’t something bawdy.
Yes, I’m judging.
I live in a town full of middle class moms, parading as superstars.
Disapproving eyes glance across my tiny table by the wall.
I am nonplussed.
We all shit in the same reservoir.
And yes, I came into your 40 dollar a plate restaurant for lunch—
wearing my favorite velour sweatpants and gaming hoodie.
I like the pickled watermelon; I can’t get it...
#food
86 reads
26 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 3:48pm
13th Jun 2019 3:48pm
“It Could Always Be Worse”
is the most ridiculous response
to a person’s grief.
It is akin to a backhanded
compliment— uncouth.
You minimize the pain
for your
own comfort.
Another’s reality does not negate
my sadness. My feelings
are my own; they tinge
their own scars.
I will not wallow in the
panic that I work to
keep at bay.
Likewise, I will not compare
my ordeal to someone else’s.
Find a better fucking response.
to a person’s grief.
It is akin to a backhanded
compliment— uncouth.
You minimize the pain
for your
own comfort.
Another’s reality does not negate
my sadness. My feelings
are my own; they tinge
their own scars.
I will not wallow in the
panic that I work to
keep at bay.
Likewise, I will not compare
my ordeal to someone else’s.
Find a better fucking response.
#grief
#frustration
98 reads
26 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2019 10:46pm
11th Jun 2019 10:46pm
In the Time of Dragons
I’ve built a home of timber and stone;
filled with exotic treasures found deep in
the caverns of my travels.
Though I am rooted, I am unable
to stay; drowned I would be
by the tending of homestead
and rearing of children.
Adventure calls me; from the winds
of Winterhold to the green of
Falkreath.
I journey between the lands to find my
solace.
I have stood before the
Guardian Stones; enveloped by the aura
that holds my warrior spirit.
Orcish veins burn hot with bloodshed
and battle— my predilections...
filled with exotic treasures found deep in
the caverns of my travels.
Though I am rooted, I am unable
to stay; drowned I would be
by the tending of homestead
and rearing of children.
Adventure calls me; from the winds
of Winterhold to the green of
Falkreath.
I journey between the lands to find my
solace.
I have stood before the
Guardian Stones; enveloped by the aura
that holds my warrior spirit.
Orcish veins burn hot with bloodshed
and battle— my predilections...
#magic
52 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2019 5:12pm
11th Jun 2019 5:12pm
Haunted
Pain has rooted to sinew and bone; its vile condition
a life-sized egg of disruption.
I set upon the migrant path with dark flow
and hollow energy; unabsorbed by my own retribution.
Narcotic eyes swim in their sockets—in post relief
I find solace in the high.
Moments to peacefully forget…
…the stark and ever-growing nightmare. It threatens
to reach its claws above the bed and
steal what’s left of this ravaged encasement.
…my light is still burning…
Darkness is forced to watch, pacing with anticipation, ...
a life-sized egg of disruption.
I set upon the migrant path with dark flow
and hollow energy; unabsorbed by my own retribution.
Narcotic eyes swim in their sockets—in post relief
I find solace in the high.
Moments to peacefully forget…
…the stark and ever-growing nightmare. It threatens
to reach its claws above the bed and
steal what’s left of this ravaged encasement.
…my light is still burning…
Darkness is forced to watch, pacing with anticipation, ...
#spiritual
86 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2019 4:07pm
6th Jun 2019 4:07pm
Consumed
Had I been recalcitrant, there
would be no declivity to sway my
moral compass.
Your darkness easily immerses me.
The ineffable beauty of your form provokes
my blood to pool; heart beats rapidly…
desperate for sound.
Cognoscente of ecstasy—
you skulk around my need, looking for ways
to open my senses.
My frangible skin is pierced by your lust.
It begs to be tasted.
There is nothing to save me
from your vulpine seduction; for my
nascent obsession
has licked the flame of desire.
This...
would be no declivity to sway my
moral compass.
Your darkness easily immerses me.
The ineffable beauty of your form provokes
my blood to pool; heart beats rapidly…
desperate for sound.
Cognoscente of ecstasy—
you skulk around my need, looking for ways
to open my senses.
My frangible skin is pierced by your lust.
It begs to be tasted.
There is nothing to save me
from your vulpine seduction; for my
nascent obsession
has licked the flame of desire.
This...
#lust
157 reads
22 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2019 1:05am
3rd Jun 2019 1:05am
In Light of Darkness
The days’ final journey gives way
to a soft, sorrowful glow.
Day concedes to night, and she hides
her brilliant radiance.
Peculiar feelings always swirl—
…an ache that caresses my heart;
sadness that catches my breath as I
mourn the passing of time.
It calls to me with a whisper of despair;
a final kiss goodnight.
Darkness descends.
I inhale
the tranquil transition,
filling my lungs with moonlit magic.
Stillness weaves my mind through
deep passages of thought—
quiet...
to a soft, sorrowful glow.
Day concedes to night, and she hides
her brilliant radiance.
Peculiar feelings always swirl—
…an ache that caresses my heart;
sadness that catches my breath as I
mourn the passing of time.
It calls to me with a whisper of despair;
a final kiss goodnight.
Darkness descends.
I inhale
the tranquil transition,
filling my lungs with moonlit magic.
Stillness weaves my mind through
deep passages of thought—
quiet...
#beauty
#morning
#night #LifeCycle
#night #LifeCycle
104 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 3:21pm
1st Jun 2019 3:21pm
The Mortal Shroud
Within my quiet reservoir,
moments fold into
the darkness.
I stand on the precipice
of this world and the next;
silenced by the chasm.
Sparks of life ascend, fluttering
into the night sky, as ash from the fire.
Would heaven reveal
her golden secrets, and
speak to me of pain and renewal?
For how am I to wither in this shell
while my soul is yet alive.
moments fold into
the darkness.
I stand on the precipice
of this world and the next;
silenced by the chasm.
Sparks of life ascend, fluttering
into the night sky, as ash from the fire.
Would heaven reveal
her golden secrets, and
speak to me of pain and renewal?
For how am I to wither in this shell
while my soul is yet alive.
#hope
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
97 reads
18 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2019 10:48pm
10th May 2019 10:48pm
Dear Cancer,
Fuck you.
#fate
126 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2019 12:06pm
13th Mar 2019 12:06pm
Two
Glass ashtray unfurls;
the Moon riffs on the Dark Side.
Dad's owl is watching.
the Moon riffs on the Dark Side.
Dad's owl is watching.
#childhood
#memories
130 reads
9 Comments
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