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
16th Mar 2020 4:42pm
16th Mar 2020 4:42pm
The Cynic And The Crypt: Static On The Laylines
I'm at the starting line
but feel I'm finished
after twenty-six winters
as if I'm destined for the crypt
Maybe after all of this
I'm actually just a cynic
but wayfinding weighs me down
when the way forward is encrypted
Cryptic laylines
With their faults and my faults shifting
mixing and molding together
I am becoming part of the fissure
Torn asunder
by each and every inkling
it's tiresome work
to carve out a space that I fit in...
To not know where I fit in
but feel I'm finished
after twenty-six winters
as if I'm destined for the crypt
Maybe after all of this
I'm actually just a cynic
but wayfinding weighs me down
when the way forward is encrypted
Cryptic laylines
With their faults and my faults shifting
mixing and molding together
I am becoming part of the fissure
Torn asunder
by each and every inkling
it's tiresome work
to carve out a space that I fit in...
To not know where I fit in
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#symbolism
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 1:59am
16th Mar 2020 1:59am
I Can't Stand Alone: A Tale of Fetter And Fancy
Searching for a fight
While I'm losing the battle
the sand's descent
is too hard to handle
Other animals
In perpetual motion
my goals are lofty
But my feet are frozen
The foundry of my fancy
Is ramping up production
The fetters of my focus
are beyond destruction
My Enfranchisement
Is in as short supply as my gumption
I want only connection
but I can't stand alone for just one thing
While I'm losing the battle
the sand's descent
is too hard to handle
Other animals
In perpetual motion
my goals are lofty
But my feet are frozen
The foundry of my fancy
Is ramping up production
The fetters of my focus
are beyond destruction
My Enfranchisement
Is in as short supply as my gumption
I want only connection
but I can't stand alone for just one thing
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#myself
#passion
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 1:25am
15th Mar 2020 1:25am
Under The Influence: Partners In Connection
I'm under the influence
of our common bonds
finding what unites us
I feel on top
Reconnected
lost in the moment
we are one
No longer hoping
for lone harbors
The harbingers Of my safe passage
Partners in well-being
partners in right action
of our common bonds
finding what unites us
I feel on top
Reconnected
lost in the moment
we are one
No longer hoping
for lone harbors
The harbingers Of my safe passage
Partners in well-being
partners in right action
#friendship
#alcohol
#drugs
#humankind
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 7:10pm
13th Mar 2020 7:10pm
A Spectrum of Self: The Crisis Continues
Scanning my mind
With a focused lens
Mining for answers
My cart comes up empty again
How do I feel?
not what, but how?
I wish I knew
how my ethic congealed
Am I really just
a slave to communal notions
rocked to and fro by wanton passion
like a ship on the ocean?
Or am I an anchor
steadfast unto myself
A principled partner
a maker of cohesion?
With answers elusive
I dig for conclusions
without identity
adrift in a sea of confusion
Without knowing
if my ethic is...
With a focused lens
Mining for answers
My cart comes up empty again
How do I feel?
not what, but how?
I wish I knew
how my ethic congealed
Am I really just
a slave to communal notions
rocked to and fro by wanton passion
like a ship on the ocean?
Or am I an anchor
steadfast unto myself
A principled partner
a maker of cohesion?
With answers elusive
I dig for conclusions
without identity
adrift in a sea of confusion
Without knowing
if my ethic is...
#anxiety
#identity
#humankind
#myself
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 4:05am
13th Mar 2020 4:05am
Identity Crisis: Winning The Battle to Try
A pencil dive into the unknown
Palpatates the organ under my collarbones
My identity in the eye of a storm
amorphous
Without form
I'm searching for more
Label me
Ground me
Anchor me
Put me on stable feet
I can't find a core to rely on
but I promise
I'm trying
I'm trying...
Palpatates the organ under my collarbones
My identity in the eye of a storm
amorphous
Without form
I'm searching for more
Label me
Ground me
Anchor me
Put me on stable feet
I can't find a core to rely on
but I promise
I'm trying
I'm trying...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
519 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2020 2:50am
12th Mar 2020 2:50am
The Pale Horse Polarity: An Insomniac's Lament
The night fast approaches
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#myself
#symbolism
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2020 3:18am
11th Mar 2020 3:18am
Monkey Mind Madness: An Olive Branch To My Emotions
My emotional circuits
leave me feeling sluggish
from object to object
I'm doing nothing but running
Exaustion an emergent
I make my own burdens
I wish I could find
one thing that felt worth it
with such low energy
My mind and I are enemies
Just hurting each other
I wish they were friendly
Why can't we be friends
and buck these trends?
maybe decide what to work toward
So we'll be happy in the end?
leave me feeling sluggish
from object to object
I'm doing nothing but running
Exaustion an emergent
I make my own burdens
I wish I could find
one thing that felt worth it
with such low energy
My mind and I are enemies
Just hurting each other
I wish they were friendly
Why can't we be friends
and buck these trends?
maybe decide what to work toward
So we'll be happy in the end?
#insomnia
#sleep
#myself
#disability
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2020 3:12am
10th Mar 2020 3:12am
On My Way Up High: Gradual Repair
I've regrouped, I'm renewed
I'm reflecting on what I've been through
Human hands
Reaching out
from across the globe
Dreged me up from down below
I'm not home
But I'm closer then I used be
I'm starting to restich
my old worn out seams
Reconnecting
Redirecting my energy outward
To move humanity forward
Instead of resenting a coward
Entertained
Once again with a tribe
Smaller than it was
but of only quality minds
I'm on my way up high
I'm reflecting on what I've been through
Human hands
Reaching out
from across the globe
Dreged me up from down below
I'm not home
But I'm closer then I used be
I'm starting to restich
my old worn out seams
Reconnecting
Redirecting my energy outward
To move humanity forward
Instead of resenting a coward
Entertained
Once again with a tribe
Smaller than it was
but of only quality minds
I'm on my way up high
#love
#depression
#friendship
#humankind
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2020 8:05pm
8th Mar 2020 8:05pm
Sharp Tongues And Conundrums: High Tide Returns
Cut off from the collective
By one sharp tongue
She hung me out to dry
Does she know what she has done?
By speaking of maturity
In such binary terms
She has loosened my weak grip
on my shrinking social world
What should I do
When I can't possibly satisfy
the tribe's requirements
For what makes a good life?
Do I withdraw from an In-law
with which my future is entertwined
or try to let this sink beneath the waves of time?
Honesty is the way
that guarentees safe harbor
but sometimes it...
By one sharp tongue
She hung me out to dry
Does she know what she has done?
By speaking of maturity
In such binary terms
She has loosened my weak grip
on my shrinking social world
What should I do
When I can't possibly satisfy
the tribe's requirements
For what makes a good life?
Do I withdraw from an In-law
with which my future is entertwined
or try to let this sink beneath the waves of time?
Honesty is the way
that guarentees safe harbor
but sometimes it...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#family
#myself
293 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 5:27pm
7th Mar 2020 5:27pm
Confronting The Caregiver: On Delusion and Comfort
Why do I rely on archetypes to decide
What meaning I'll find in this ride called life?
Is it because I don't know thyself
Or am I just afraid to look inside?
An ounce of self-awareness
for a pound of petty pride
I'd make this trade in an instant...
Or would I? -- or would I?
Addicted to this dalliance
With self-delusion
forced excavation of my talents
Leads to naught but confusion
Where do I fit?
How did I get here?
In a world so warped
Will the answer ever become clear?
What meaning I'll find in this ride called life?
Is it because I don't know thyself
Or am I just afraid to look inside?
An ounce of self-awareness
for a pound of petty pride
I'd make this trade in an instant...
Or would I? -- or would I?
Addicted to this dalliance
With self-delusion
forced excavation of my talents
Leads to naught but confusion
Where do I fit?
How did I get here?
In a world so warped
Will the answer ever become clear?
#anxiety
#myself
#confusion
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 2:29am
7th Mar 2020 2:29am
The Isthmus: The Force That Contorts
The mountain before me
Breaks the horizon of possibility
How do I assert myself through the ages?
This is the thought that contorts me
It bends my ambition
Twists and splinters my equanimity
I'll never matter enough to offset
the pang of the human condition
I'm an ant in a colony
A node in the system
but forgotten by that system
this life has lost its great richness
What kind of existence --
Warped and broken is this
When no matter what I do
I'll never cross the isthmus?
That great expanse...
Breaks the horizon of possibility
How do I assert myself through the ages?
This is the thought that contorts me
It bends my ambition
Twists and splinters my equanimity
I'll never matter enough to offset
the pang of the human condition
I'm an ant in a colony
A node in the system
but forgotten by that system
this life has lost its great richness
What kind of existence --
Warped and broken is this
When no matter what I do
I'll never cross the isthmus?
That great expanse...
#anxiety
#death
#humankind
#myself
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2020 4:02am
6th Mar 2020 4:02am
The Weight of Time; The Will To Persist
Fits, stops and starts
Underpin this existence
at the heart of it all
Is a will to persistence
To be or not to be?
the height of human ignorance
to assert false control
when we know the world won't miss us
To live the struggle
Is to embody resistance
In the fight to make meaning
Our will is our munition
We coalesce
we are conscious but for an instant
Knowing this I fear not death
I fear having no mission
The weight of the absurd
Turns titans to infants
But to lift that weight...
Underpin this existence
at the heart of it all
Is a will to persistence
To be or not to be?
the height of human ignorance
to assert false control
when we know the world won't miss us
To live the struggle
Is to embody resistance
In the fight to make meaning
Our will is our munition
We coalesce
we are conscious but for an instant
Knowing this I fear not death
I fear having no mission
The weight of the absurd
Turns titans to infants
But to lift that weight...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#myself
#philosophical
288 reads
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