Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2022 2:09am
20th Apr 2022 2:09am
What is This
When there are long lulls
in writing, a panic begins to creep in.
It starts behind the eyes
as they stare helplessly
at a blank page.
It moves into the hands,
holding pencils that write,
tap, and erase meaningless
stanzas that lack emotion.
The heart holds its breath
in abject terror as every attempt
to put words to paper is sucked
into a void of insignificance.
These are the times that I question
whether I am truly a writer—
I question everything.
in writing, a panic begins to creep in.
It starts behind the eyes
as they stare helplessly
at a blank page.
It moves into the hands,
holding pencils that write,
tap, and erase meaningless
stanzas that lack emotion.
The heart holds its breath
in abject terror as every attempt
to put words to paper is sucked
into a void of insignificance.
These are the times that I question
whether I am truly a writer—
I question everything.
#NaPoWriMo2022
459 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 3:17am
19th Apr 2022 3:17am
Lemon Meringue
I cheated.
I cheated with lemon meringue pie,
and while I feel bloated and guilty,
the taste remains on my tongue.
I sat in the booth telling myself
there would be no deviation
to my no sugar rule, and still
I pulled the small plate close
and quietly watched the fork
slowly cut through a cloud
of stiff white peaks
and yellow sun curd.
Sometimes, I delight in disobeying
my own rules—
This was not one of those times.
I cheated with lemon meringue pie,
and while I feel bloated and guilty,
the taste remains on my tongue.
I sat in the booth telling myself
there would be no deviation
to my no sugar rule, and still
I pulled the small plate close
and quietly watched the fork
slowly cut through a cloud
of stiff white peaks
and yellow sun curd.
Sometimes, I delight in disobeying
my own rules—
This was not one of those times.
#NaPoWriMo2022
369 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2022 10:46am
18th Apr 2022 10:46am
Pretender
The swing seat compresses
injury, and I’m baking
in crushed black velvet.
Of all days to be a puddle
of exaggerated sweat,
I chose this one: a pretender
of the highest degree.
I flash timed smiles, give
appropriate nods, but deep
inside I’ve already flown away.
But I guess you knew that.
You, in cool confidence,
splashing yourself with water
at the pool of admiration.
How well you do in these
situations where I would
rather not be.
injury, and I’m baking
in crushed black velvet.
Of all days to be a puddle
of exaggerated sweat,
I chose this one: a pretender
of the highest degree.
I flash timed smiles, give
appropriate nods, but deep
inside I’ve already flown away.
But I guess you knew that.
You, in cool confidence,
splashing yourself with water
at the pool of admiration.
How well you do in these
situations where I would
rather not be.
#NaPoWriMo2022
281 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2022 00:27am
6th Apr 2022 00:27am
Cold Silver Skin
Lay open my cold
silver skin, marbled red
in radiant morning sunlight.
Pull from your teeth, one by one,
tiny shards of my bones.
Somewhere between hell
and my arms, you ripped the static
from the atmosphere.
Can you take me home,
display me on the table, knives at the ready.
Would you hesitate in the moment...
silver skin, marbled red
in radiant morning sunlight.
Pull from your teeth, one by one,
tiny shards of my bones.
Somewhere between hell
and my arms, you ripped the static
from the atmosphere.
Can you take me home,
display me on the table, knives at the ready.
Would you hesitate in the moment...
#lover
389 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2022 4:54am
2nd Apr 2022 4:54am
<NaPoWriMo 2022 Collection>
1/30
To Know Mercy
Before dawn, in quiet
morning solitude, You are waiting.
Head bowed, I lay at Your feet
many heavy burdens.
Though chaos churns with foolish deeds
my spirit is lifted from dark waters.
Arms carry me across thresholds unseen
and into folds of mercy.
Each day, washed anew by holy light.
2/30
The Gardner
Oh gardener of mine heart,
I pray You sow within me,
seeds to...
To Know Mercy
Before dawn, in quiet
morning solitude, You are waiting.
Head bowed, I lay at Your feet
many heavy burdens.
Though chaos churns with foolish deeds
my spirit is lifted from dark waters.
Arms carry me across thresholds unseen
and into folds of mercy.
Each day, washed anew by holy light.
2/30
The Gardner
Oh gardener of mine heart,
I pray You sow within me,
seeds to...
#spiritual
599 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2022 11:50pm
10th Mar 2022 11:50pm
She Rises
I am viscera slipping through
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
#rebirth
693 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2022 2:52am
7th Jan 2022 2:52am
Here's Your 'Uproar'
Chaos is a stunning
gunshot blast: bullet shells
shredding my consciousness.
You tested me—
I failed.
After cleaning the walls,
I come back:
quietly stretching my words
higher than your opinion.
gunshot blast: bullet shells
shredding my consciousness.
You tested me—
I failed.
After cleaning the walls,
I come back:
quietly stretching my words
higher than your opinion.
#PowerOfWords
809 reads
22 Comments
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