Submissions by Everyday_Author (Randall)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm from Minnesota. I write about bad weather, depression and my feelings, which are sometimes sexual in nature.
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:57am
29th Mar 2020 3:57am
Stoicism and Sunsets: Insomnia and Growth
My stoicism sets like the sun
a thin wall
a changing of the guard occurs
when the moon rises up
All stability crumbles
beneath her gaze
within these woods
a man I became
My composure
it waxes and wanes
built up and destroyed
again and again
Broken, calloused and cracked
so much time I've spent
filling the void with concrete truths
only to have new light seep in
This is the cycle I cursed in my youth
This is the cycle I still sometimes do
this is the cycle that made me who I am ...
a thin wall
a changing of the guard occurs
when the moon rises up
All stability crumbles
beneath her gaze
within these woods
a man I became
My composure
it waxes and wanes
built up and destroyed
again and again
Broken, calloused and cracked
so much time I've spent
filling the void with concrete truths
only to have new light seep in
This is the cycle I cursed in my youth
This is the cycle I still sometimes do
this is the cycle that made me who I am ...
#anxiety
#identity
#insomnia
#myself
#symbolism
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2020 3:24am
28th Mar 2020 3:24am
Self Talk and Self Respect: The Irony of Isolation
Talking to myself is becoming my meditation
gratitude is growing
from the soil of my hesitation
The seeds of self-respect are being watered by this isolation
To say I'm making lemonade of lemons
would be a gross underexaggeration
I'm looking myself deep in the eye
taking walks at night; looking to the sky
turning the camera on my insacurities
I'm comfortable now with my impurities
this is not to suggest
that I'm out of the depths
but I'm taking baby steps
out of my head
Synthesizing...
gratitude is growing
from the soil of my hesitation
The seeds of self-respect are being watered by this isolation
To say I'm making lemonade of lemons
would be a gross underexaggeration
I'm looking myself deep in the eye
taking walks at night; looking to the sky
turning the camera on my insacurities
I'm comfortable now with my impurities
this is not to suggest
that I'm out of the depths
but I'm taking baby steps
out of my head
Synthesizing...
#strength
#identity
#nature
#myself
#meditation
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 2:12am
27th Mar 2020 2:12am
The Watchmaker Machine: Escaping Gravity
I am a watchmaker
With shaking hands and cloudy eyes
galaxies set in motion
Inside my mind
So much dark energy
Affecting the physics
Impacts and collisions
Lethargy further fogs my vision
I keep writing; I keep wishing
I keep working but I have no mission
If only I could respect and work my own system I could care about more
than the fake gravity of this instant
There's more to life than the tightness in my chest
there's a mechanical feat of engineering
in my breath
I am a watchmaker ...
With shaking hands and cloudy eyes
galaxies set in motion
Inside my mind
So much dark energy
Affecting the physics
Impacts and collisions
Lethargy further fogs my vision
I keep writing; I keep wishing
I keep working but I have no mission
If only I could respect and work my own system I could care about more
than the fake gravity of this instant
There's more to life than the tightness in my chest
there's a mechanical feat of engineering
in my breath
I am a watchmaker ...
#myself
#emotional
#symbolism
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 3:58am
26th Mar 2020 3:58am
Pressure Poem: Beauty Cometh
Scribbles today
My head is pounding
unlikely to produce wisdom
or create profound things
as if it ever does
as if this state is unusual
these rantings and ravings are but fuel
for a jewel in the rough
A "jewel' how conceited
but it fits with the scheme
hardened under constant pressure
soon something of immense beuty
My head is pounding
unlikely to produce wisdom
or create profound things
as if it ever does
as if this state is unusual
these rantings and ravings are but fuel
for a jewel in the rough
A "jewel' how conceited
but it fits with the scheme
hardened under constant pressure
soon something of immense beuty
#anxiety
#illness
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 1:37am
25th Mar 2020 1:37am
The Search: energy inside
I'm searching for energy inside
of my skull's laboratory
carving meaningful manuscripts
into the rock intuitively
Will I come up empty
or find a new way
through succinctly?
Sleeping
Consuming
my load's light
But I'm losing
Breath in; breath out
there's no shame in regrouping
of my skull's laboratory
carving meaningful manuscripts
into the rock intuitively
Will I come up empty
or find a new way
through succinctly?
Sleeping
Consuming
my load's light
But I'm losing
Breath in; breath out
there's no shame in regrouping
#identity
#myself
#emotional
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 2:40am
24th Mar 2020 2:40am
Quaran(rou)tine and Identity
I'm running round in circles
all I do is hurt her
and myself
In the absence of self-worth
Not seeing the real me
when I look in the mirror
My whole life's project is
to see the image clearer
So I can be a better friend
a better lover
a better man
a better brother
I just want to serve
to have a positive impact on people and planet
But how will I have that impact
When I don't know who this man is?
Obsessed with learning
Annoying; controlling
loving and logical
a wolf in...
all I do is hurt her
and myself
In the absence of self-worth
Not seeing the real me
when I look in the mirror
My whole life's project is
to see the image clearer
So I can be a better friend
a better lover
a better man
a better brother
I just want to serve
to have a positive impact on people and planet
But how will I have that impact
When I don't know who this man is?
Obsessed with learning
Annoying; controlling
loving and logical
a wolf in...
#loneliness
#identity
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 2:49am
23rd Mar 2020 2:49am
Self Worth and Salvation: The Dark Side of Service
Loneliness is permeating my skeleton
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you...
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 3:54am
22nd Mar 2020 3:54am
A letter of Apology and Thanks To My Father
Why do I cut away his bond with me
as if his love is something from which
I want to be free?
So what if his habits are annoying
So what if we don't always agree
He's the best father I could ask for
and he always will be
So why is it so damn hard for me to be loving?
Am I really just scared of being judged for my feelings by the one who taught me what being a man means?
I just want to tell him I love him earnestly
that I don't know what I'll do on the day that he leaves
He's my best friend
A genuine example of...
as if his love is something from which
I want to be free?
So what if his habits are annoying
So what if we don't always agree
He's the best father I could ask for
and he always will be
So why is it so damn hard for me to be loving?
Am I really just scared of being judged for my feelings by the one who taught me what being a man means?
I just want to tell him I love him earnestly
that I don't know what I'll do on the day that he leaves
He's my best friend
A genuine example of...
#love
#family
#myself
#admiration
#respect
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 11:27pm
20th Mar 2020 11:27pm
How will I behave when my time comes: An In-Death Perspective
People are wearing masks on their heads
To help stave off the end
as liquid fills their lungs
machines breathe for them
My heart sinks for those fighting battles
While I'm safe with my loved ones
writing at home
Everything that weighs me down
Now feels so light
I complain about wasting time
but I've got my whole life
How small and petty of me to be stressed
about trivial things
when people and their friends
are facing down death
How will I behave
when I face ol' Grim?
Will I raise...
To help stave off the end
as liquid fills their lungs
machines breathe for them
My heart sinks for those fighting battles
While I'm safe with my loved ones
writing at home
Everything that weighs me down
Now feels so light
I complain about wasting time
but I've got my whole life
How small and petty of me to be stressed
about trivial things
when people and their friends
are facing down death
How will I behave
when I face ol' Grim?
Will I raise...
#strength
#identity
#death
#myself
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 6:19pm
19th Mar 2020 6:19pm
Dreks, Texts and loneliness: Word Vomit Tsunami
Time is wasting
as I'm wasting away
I don't know how much more
of my brain I can take
I've kept social distance
as a matter of course
for the last three years
no one comes through my door
Not a call
Not a text
no one checks on me
or maybe my filter decides what I see?
A thin sheen of cynicism
lay over everything
I must find a way
to make optimism king
But I feel so scattered
like nothing I do matters
I keep looking for answers
but am I asking the wrong questions?
...
as I'm wasting away
I don't know how much more
of my brain I can take
I've kept social distance
as a matter of course
for the last three years
no one comes through my door
Not a call
Not a text
no one checks on me
or maybe my filter decides what I see?
A thin sheen of cynicism
lay over everything
I must find a way
to make optimism king
But I feel so scattered
like nothing I do matters
I keep looking for answers
but am I asking the wrong questions?
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#family
#friendship
#myself
298 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 1:37am
19th Mar 2020 1:37am
Social Metiorite: The Profile Fracture
It hits me like a metiorite
the realization that some fight for their lives, and I'm worried about nothing but "likes" and "subscribes"
but please if you're reading I plead that you'll believe me
when I promise it isn't their validation I'm seeking
I don't use the web to laugh out loud
at cat videos
I use it as a record
to tell me where I've been and where to go
I see profiles as guide posts
That say "This is what I value"
and right now
My values feel to malleable
I can feel my lack of focus
and THAT is...
the realization that some fight for their lives, and I'm worried about nothing but "likes" and "subscribes"
but please if you're reading I plead that you'll believe me
when I promise it isn't their validation I'm seeking
I don't use the web to laugh out loud
at cat videos
I use it as a record
to tell me where I've been and where to go
I see profiles as guide posts
That say "This is what I value"
and right now
My values feel to malleable
I can feel my lack of focus
and THAT is...
#anxiety
#identity
#technology #myself
#technology #myself
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2020 9:27pm
17th Mar 2020 9:27pm
Connection, Erection and Self-Conception: On Sex and Healing
It's a radical act
to worship this ass
to turn another animal
Into an alter you kneel at
and yet you do so
in no time flat
because all sex makes a statement
and your actions shout to the masses
"This man.." You say of me
"...this man deserves a sensual reprieve"
You suckle from my rod
You dutifully devour my backside
So low down yet so dignified
You have my heart in your hands tied
I'm in control
by all outward appearences
but little do they know
That you're the one steering us
...
to worship this ass
to turn another animal
Into an alter you kneel at
and yet you do so
in no time flat
because all sex makes a statement
and your actions shout to the masses
"This man.." You say of me
"...this man deserves a sensual reprieve"
You suckle from my rod
You dutifully devour my backside
So low down yet so dignified
You have my heart in your hands tied
I'm in control
by all outward appearences
but little do they know
That you're the one steering us
...
#sex
#erotic
#identity
#myself
#sensual
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