Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2023 10:18pm
15th Apr 2023 10:18pm
Untitled XV
Tranquility is a dish served
by my own hand.
No one gave me intricate recipes
with complete instructions
for how to cope
in an environment that is
beyond an acceptable decibel.
Sometimes my very soul
leaps out, shaking off unsavory
ripples of tactile goo attempting
to cheat its way in.
If I can't be comfortable,
I will be a stuttering,
shaking tree in the shit-storm
of unpredictability.
I will lash out.
I will churn the winds.
I will collapse inward.
How does...
by my own hand.
No one gave me intricate recipes
with complete instructions
for how to cope
in an environment that is
beyond an acceptable decibel.
Sometimes my very soul
leaps out, shaking off unsavory
ripples of tactile goo attempting
to cheat its way in.
If I can't be comfortable,
I will be a stuttering,
shaking tree in the shit-storm
of unpredictability.
I will lash out.
I will churn the winds.
I will collapse inward.
How does...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2023 3:07am
15th Apr 2023 3:07am
Untitled XIV
Eyelids are heavy, drowning
in fatigue, unrelenting.
Time ticks slowly into
darker depths of evening
fire, wrapped around
wispy fibers stretching
out through atmosphere
and filament.
No escape from flickering
light still pushing shoulders
above a dying sky.
Transitional mood settles
itself within vibrational being,
veins burning hot under
oak sway, sodden earth
consuming fragile eyes.
in fatigue, unrelenting.
Time ticks slowly into
darker depths of evening
fire, wrapped around
wispy fibers stretching
out through atmosphere
and filament.
No escape from flickering
light still pushing shoulders
above a dying sky.
Transitional mood settles
itself within vibrational being,
veins burning hot under
oak sway, sodden earth
consuming fragile eyes.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2023 11:45pm
11th Apr 2023 11:45pm
Untitled XI
Calm your legs.
Allow yourself to sink
into weightlessness.
Hush now; to another realm
you go, quietly slipping into
sleeps sweet embrace.
Past gates, splashed golden sheen,
through corridors lit with
brilliant moons,
casting shadows,
long beyond days need for rest.
Where is your splendid ticket
to the land of distorted perception.
A colorful whimsy, made magic
by the mind wandering through
thickets inhabited with faces and voices.
Brain waves form dense
patterns, color-shocked...
Allow yourself to sink
into weightlessness.
Hush now; to another realm
you go, quietly slipping into
sleeps sweet embrace.
Past gates, splashed golden sheen,
through corridors lit with
brilliant moons,
casting shadows,
long beyond days need for rest.
Where is your splendid ticket
to the land of distorted perception.
A colorful whimsy, made magic
by the mind wandering through
thickets inhabited with faces and voices.
Brain waves form dense
patterns, color-shocked...
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2023 5:42pm
10th Apr 2023 5:42pm
Untitled X
I think it’s fitting
that he gets the X spot.
A man of few but very
well chosen words, he never
fails to bring it BIG.
If he’s not throwing down
tough New Yorker attitude,
he’s entrancing us with
phenomenal works of art.
If you aren’t acquainted
with the rouge, the cowboy,
the long-standing essence
of all things good in the
Deep Underground, you should be.
A million pretenders could
attempt to imitate, but there
is only one PoetSpeak.
that he gets the X spot.
A man of few but very
well chosen words, he never
fails to bring it BIG.
If he’s not throwing down
tough New Yorker attitude,
he’s entrancing us with
phenomenal works of art.
If you aren’t acquainted
with the rouge, the cowboy,
the long-standing essence
of all things good in the
Deep Underground, you should be.
A million pretenders could
attempt to imitate, but there
is only one PoetSpeak.
#friendship
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2023 00:23am
10th Apr 2023 00:23am
Untitled IX
Months of unseasonably warm
weather has produced lush
green grass well before its time.
The blades, pleasant and thick,
warm beneath my bare feet:
the earth beneath still cool.
I slip off my shoes and socks,
tenderly walking into the wild
hinterland, feeling my spirit gasp
and then exhaling a deep
angst built up over some time,
when breathless was a simpler option.
Grounding my inner spacial
to the outer microcosm, feeling
vibrations raising tusk horns
in my legs, rippling and...
weather has produced lush
green grass well before its time.
The blades, pleasant and thick,
warm beneath my bare feet:
the earth beneath still cool.
I slip off my shoes and socks,
tenderly walking into the wild
hinterland, feeling my spirit gasp
and then exhaling a deep
angst built up over some time,
when breathless was a simpler option.
Grounding my inner spacial
to the outer microcosm, feeling
vibrations raising tusk horns
in my legs, rippling and...
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2023 4:19pm
8th Apr 2023 4:19pm
Untitled VIII
I’ve nearly hit the four year
mark from that fateful day
when the entire world upended
and every bit of plan I had
so carefully cultivated was
thrown out the window.
I don’t allow myself to ruminate.
I’m not sure if it’s because
I’ve found true acceptance or
if I’m only protecting myself
by not thinking about it,
though every single day is a reminder.
I can’t escape the shower or the mirror
or the constant pain, though I don’t
feel twinges of self consciousness
any longer, when my shirt dips too...
mark from that fateful day
when the entire world upended
and every bit of plan I had
so carefully cultivated was
thrown out the window.
I don’t allow myself to ruminate.
I’m not sure if it’s because
I’ve found true acceptance or
if I’m only protecting myself
by not thinking about it,
though every single day is a reminder.
I can’t escape the shower or the mirror
or the constant pain, though I don’t
feel twinges of self consciousness
any longer, when my shirt dips too...
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2023 00:05am
8th Apr 2023 00:05am
Untitled VII
Stapled together, were stacks
of paper that finalized
our chapter, but not the book.
One rosy faced, blue-eyed
boy ensured more chapters
would indeed be written.
Almost two years have
gotten by, and I wonder
where it is that time goes
when it leaves us stranded.
He misses you, I know that.
But he's also angry...
Because you cared more
about drowning your past
in alcohol.
Because you cared more
about a job who removed
the name plate from your desk
less than a week...
of paper that finalized
our chapter, but not the book.
One rosy faced, blue-eyed
boy ensured more chapters
would indeed be written.
Almost two years have
gotten by, and I wonder
where it is that time goes
when it leaves us stranded.
He misses you, I know that.
But he's also angry...
Because you cared more
about drowning your past
in alcohol.
Because you cared more
about a job who removed
the name plate from your desk
less than a week...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2023 00:04am
7th Apr 2023 00:04am
Untitled VI
Bury my heart
in the crook of the old tree:
let it beat new life where
there is none.
Place my eyes
in the palm of your hands
so that my spirit will clearly see you.
Thread my ears with twine
wrapped round your neck,
that I might hear your secret
whispers of truest love.
Cast my smile in resin,
preserving it for a melancholy day.
Scatter my hair to the four
corners, so the crows may build
magnificent nests.
In your time of sorrow,
take me apart with systematic...
in the crook of the old tree:
let it beat new life where
there is none.
Place my eyes
in the palm of your hands
so that my spirit will clearly see you.
Thread my ears with twine
wrapped round your neck,
that I might hear your secret
whispers of truest love.
Cast my smile in resin,
preserving it for a melancholy day.
Scatter my hair to the four
corners, so the crows may build
magnificent nests.
In your time of sorrow,
take me apart with systematic...
#grief
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2023 12:22pm
6th Apr 2023 12:22pm
Untitled V
Her father stepped out
into the garage, as I sat in an old
vinyl, high-back bar stool
smoking a cigarette, contemplating
my 'prodigal son' return home.
He never struck me
as being a happy man: mostly stoic
in his outward mannerism.
For two months I was a quiet
mouse, moving through
a foreign landscape of people
I didn't really know.
His daughter, my 'friend',
was a hard lesson to learn,
and looking back, her mother
wasn't really put together
upstairs, either. ...
into the garage, as I sat in an old
vinyl, high-back bar stool
smoking a cigarette, contemplating
my 'prodigal son' return home.
He never struck me
as being a happy man: mostly stoic
in his outward mannerism.
For two months I was a quiet
mouse, moving through
a foreign landscape of people
I didn't really know.
His daughter, my 'friend',
was a hard lesson to learn,
and looking back, her mother
wasn't really put together
upstairs, either. ...
#memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2023 11:29pm
4th Apr 2023 11:29pm
Untitled IV
I've spent an eternity
walking through shadows,
cupping the last ember
to illuminate my dark journey.
Despair laid a heavy head
on my shoulder, whispering
sweet words of finality.
It would have been
easy to slip beneath rippling waters.
Four breaths, time spinning
through two decades of hell.
Heavy stones pulling
me into oblivion: each time
just short of death.
Re-calibrating, turning
the screw just a little tighter,
coming up for air, I have
found my meaning.
I shall...
walking through shadows,
cupping the last ember
to illuminate my dark journey.
Despair laid a heavy head
on my shoulder, whispering
sweet words of finality.
It would have been
easy to slip beneath rippling waters.
Four breaths, time spinning
through two decades of hell.
Heavy stones pulling
me into oblivion: each time
just short of death.
Re-calibrating, turning
the screw just a little tighter,
coming up for air, I have
found my meaning.
I shall...
#identity
#death
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2023 00:05am
4th Apr 2023 00:05am
Untitled III
In dreams you appear
ultra-violet: a stunning representation
of how I remember you.
Magnetic eyes piercing the darkness
that walled me in: my shadows
you were acquainted with.
We walked backwards, watching
time race past: arms locked,
foreheads pressed together,
the world blurring around us.
You, my would-be lover, and
I, your flowers in hell.
So many burning stars later,
it’s apparent our demons still
play well together—
That was always the thrill.
ultra-violet: a stunning representation
of how I remember you.
Magnetic eyes piercing the darkness
that walled me in: my shadows
you were acquainted with.
We walked backwards, watching
time race past: arms locked,
foreheads pressed together,
the world blurring around us.
You, my would-be lover, and
I, your flowers in hell.
So many burning stars later,
it’s apparent our demons still
play well together—
That was always the thrill.
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2023 00:08am
3rd Apr 2023 00:08am
Untitled II
Pain will lay
in my lap, boring holes into
a withered soul
its mouth wrinkled
with knowing smiles, one eyebrow
twitching toward destiny.
Pure rage burns behind
ocean eyes, turbulent sea,
sand-caked feet walking away.
Something held bruise-tight,
millions of miles eroded
and still nothing suffices.
If you look close, bobbing in the surf
are tiny, fractured pieces,
if glued together, would make the perfect picture
of a blood-pumping,
howling moon heart—
Amused by...
in my lap, boring holes into
a withered soul
its mouth wrinkled
with knowing smiles, one eyebrow
twitching toward destiny.
Pure rage burns behind
ocean eyes, turbulent sea,
sand-caked feet walking away.
Something held bruise-tight,
millions of miles eroded
and still nothing suffices.
If you look close, bobbing in the surf
are tiny, fractured pieces,
if glued together, would make the perfect picture
of a blood-pumping,
howling moon heart—
Amused by...
#love
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