Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
The Avoirdupois of Devotion
A lot of 'why' cascades over
my lips, in a never-ending deal
that never pays.
A lot of 'sorry' bubbles over
in thick, acrid minutes
of prayer: a struggle to absorb
any presence that differs from my
own fucking thoughts.
I never asked to be the martyr.
I never asked to be used and thrown
away. Where is your voice in
these rough seas? Don't you see I'm
foaming at the mouth?
Shaky bones rattle inside
porcelain waters, drowning
mistakes in the notion that I'm a...
my lips, in a never-ending deal
that never pays.
A lot of 'sorry' bubbles over
in thick, acrid minutes
of prayer: a struggle to absorb
any presence that differs from my
own fucking thoughts.
I never asked to be the martyr.
I never asked to be used and thrown
away. Where is your voice in
these rough seas? Don't you see I'm
foaming at the mouth?
Shaky bones rattle inside
porcelain waters, drowning
mistakes in the notion that I'm a...
#God
#spiritual
#despair #StreamOfConsciousness
#despair #StreamOfConsciousness
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Plagued
I don't know what has me
clamped down the most: a religion
I've had to sift through for truth,
or my own feelings
of inadequacy.
The two can certainly go
hand in hand (in case you didn't know).
A person can only dig
a well so deep before they realize
the mud walls are a coffin.
How dark would it have to be before
you forget the light? Void-like?
I know big thoughts roll through
like massive clouds sloshing their
innards across our faces.
It shouldn't be this way.
I...
clamped down the most: a religion
I've had to sift through for truth,
or my own feelings
of inadequacy.
The two can certainly go
hand in hand (in case you didn't know).
A person can only dig
a well so deep before they realize
the mud walls are a coffin.
How dark would it have to be before
you forget the light? Void-like?
I know big thoughts roll through
like massive clouds sloshing their
innards across our faces.
It shouldn't be this way.
I...
#spiritual
#confessional
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Leave Your Argument at the Door
Conflict used to grab hold
of my stomach, twist it like a dirty
rag, wet with bile.
Now it just makes me angry.
You don't need to prove me wrong.
There is no prize to be won, though
I wish there were—
maybe I'd try harder.
of my stomach, twist it like a dirty
rag, wet with bile.
Now it just makes me angry.
You don't need to prove me wrong.
There is no prize to be won, though
I wish there were—
maybe I'd try harder.
#conflict
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On Love and Drugs
Love is a two-ton fickle
elephant, stepped on and stepped over, our blind
eyes lacking all of the things we should find useful.
Drugs are something else. They
covet our attention: whisper and caress.
While you numb
out of existence in a cloud
of billowing brain cells, I choose
to eat my spiritual experiences.
Why are we like this?
elephant, stepped on and stepped over, our blind
eyes lacking all of the things we should find useful.
Drugs are something else. They
covet our attention: whisper and caress.
While you numb
out of existence in a cloud
of billowing brain cells, I choose
to eat my spiritual experiences.
Why are we like this?
#love
#drugs
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Venus Fly Trap
Visual**
#SelfWorth
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6 Comments
One Devout Prayer
I vividly remember
those three weeks.
I captured a photo, compelled
to document asking God
to let me die.
Looking at that picture
is heartbreaking...
Fear gripped me with fervent
force: you can see it, peering
out through my eyes.
I was barely through the hardest
part of treatment. My body
a foreign vessel in both
look and feel:
every pain heightened.
Emotionally decimated, drowning
in tides of never-ending sorrow.
I’d never felt such a unique level
of...
those three weeks.
I captured a photo, compelled
to document asking God
to let me die.
Looking at that picture
is heartbreaking...
Fear gripped me with fervent
force: you can see it, peering
out through my eyes.
I was barely through the hardest
part of treatment. My body
a foreign vessel in both
look and feel:
every pain heightened.
Emotionally decimated, drowning
in tides of never-ending sorrow.
I’d never felt such a unique level
of...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#spiritual
#illness
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The Brightest Little Star
A child—
delivered prematurely in the backseat of a car,
by a mother high on heroin.
Not of my blood, though she grows
like wildflowers in my heart.
A bright star, burning its way into
the fabric of my expanding family.
Loved by a tribe of women with eager hearts:
the universe knew we needed her.
delivered prematurely in the backseat of a car,
by a mother high on heroin.
Not of my blood, though she grows
like wildflowers in my heart.
A bright star, burning its way into
the fabric of my expanding family.
Loved by a tribe of women with eager hearts:
the universe knew we needed her.
#love
#family
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The Waffle House
It was the place to congregate.
Teenagers smoking, drinking coffee,
planning characters for D&D.
Twenty-one, last call.
A sobering experience at 2 am:
drunk monkeys walking out,
forgetting the tab.
A booth to myself, nothing
but time on my hands:
musing about why I still come here.
Twenty-three years and I still order
the same thing.
This place is old as a fossil:
but no one does it like Awful Waffle.
Teenagers smoking, drinking coffee,
planning characters for D&D.
Twenty-one, last call.
A sobering experience at 2 am:
drunk monkeys walking out,
forgetting the tab.
A booth to myself, nothing
but time on my hands:
musing about why I still come here.
Twenty-three years and I still order
the same thing.
This place is old as a fossil:
but no one does it like Awful Waffle.
#food
#memories
#nostalgia
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Mother
**
#mother
#earth
#spiritual #NewYear
#spiritual #NewYear
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Cotton Sanctum
Oldest friend: we have journeyed
long, steady miles.
Roses blush faintly against
marred skin: she too has lost
her satin edges.
Sparse threads hold me tightly
as they do decades of secrets.
She whispers—
Child, this too shall pass.
long, steady miles.
Roses blush faintly against
marred skin: she too has lost
her satin edges.
Sparse threads hold me tightly
as they do decades of secrets.
She whispers—
Child, this too shall pass.
#healing
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Aria
Beg me for your breath--
but use your eyes.
I need to feel it with
my soul, really know
you want it.
Is that a fragment
of fear that I detect?
Up close, your
iris rings the light;
I am staring into the
chamber of your wonders.
Pulling back-
…just a little
allowing the air to draw in.
Relief is short.
but use your eyes.
I need to feel it with
my soul, really know
you want it.
Is that a fragment
of fear that I detect?
Up close, your
iris rings the light;
I am staring into the
chamber of your wonders.
Pulling back-
…just a little
allowing the air to draw in.
Relief is short.
#BDSM
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Nighttide
Your heavy breathing speaks
to the deeper space you now inhabit.
I'm awake again—
Another two-hour adventure awaits me.
I roll the blankets down and make
my way downstairs, careful to mind
the cat stooped on the middle step, staring
up at the wall as if he communes
with the spirit that resides here.
Gusty winds whip the ghostly
fabric. I pull the window
down, but not closed. I want to hear
the chattering whispers of nightlife.
Pressing my head to glass, I am silently
willing a cloudy sky to...
to the deeper space you now inhabit.
I'm awake again—
Another two-hour adventure awaits me.
I roll the blankets down and make
my way downstairs, careful to mind
the cat stooped on the middle step, staring
up at the wall as if he communes
with the spirit that resides here.
Gusty winds whip the ghostly
fabric. I pull the window
down, but not closed. I want to hear
the chattering whispers of nightlife.
Pressing my head to glass, I am silently
willing a cloudy sky to...
#night
#ghosts
#insomnia #RitaDove
#insomnia #RitaDove
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