Submissions by Heart_of_Stone (Rachela)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
People lie watching love die, yet poetry sometimes tells the truth and at least pretends that love is still alive.
Today's Weather
Cloudy with a chance of bitchy rain,
blowing both hot and cold
Bring sunscreen and an umbrella
gentle loving warmth,
interspersed with freezing sleet
Bring a bikini and a pitchfork
Mercurial temperatures developing,
stepping outside could be life threatening,
like throwing a toaster in a hot tub
Bring flowers on bended knee,
seek forgiveness from the powers that be
Perchance with appeasement
the storm will relent
and the sun will emerge with a smile and sex
blowing both hot and cold
Bring sunscreen and an umbrella
gentle loving warmth,
interspersed with freezing sleet
Bring a bikini and a pitchfork
Mercurial temperatures developing,
stepping outside could be life threatening,
like throwing a toaster in a hot tub
Bring flowers on bended knee,
seek forgiveness from the powers that be
Perchance with appeasement
the storm will relent
and the sun will emerge with a smile and sex
#rain
#storm
#wind
109 reads
1 Comment
I Made Some Changes
I made some changes
preferring not to say 'edit'
that self important word
implying I know what I'm doing
which is funny if you know me
I made some changes
to this poem
to my life
and my outlook on living
even to my sock drawer
I have no idea
what's to come
wishing there was a user's guide
'How to write poetry in ten easy steps'
not that I'd read it anyway
I made some changes
to how I act
around mean people
or people that suck
maybe not door to door salesmen
I have no...
preferring not to say 'edit'
that self important word
implying I know what I'm doing
which is funny if you know me
I made some changes
to this poem
to my life
and my outlook on living
even to my sock drawer
I have no idea
what's to come
wishing there was a user's guide
'How to write poetry in ten easy steps'
not that I'd read it anyway
I made some changes
to how I act
around mean people
or people that suck
maybe not door to door salesmen
I have no...
#identity
#learning
#SelfReflection
110 reads
2 Comments
Some Days
Some days just suck
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
#morning
#apathy
103 reads
1 Comment
deep romance
I get it
how hard you try
bringing me flowers
dinner dates
under candle light
silk sheets and flower petals
thinking this is romance
and I love them
I really do
these useless gestures
letting me know you try
yet the charade
is not want I need
but something harder to find
trust
dropping the facade
the most sensual thing in the world
the gift of vulnerability
just to be us
deep romance
how hard you try
bringing me flowers
dinner dates
under candle light
silk sheets and flower petals
thinking this is romance
and I love them
I really do
these useless gestures
letting me know you try
yet the charade
is not want I need
but something harder to find
trust
dropping the facade
the most sensual thing in the world
the gift of vulnerability
just to be us
deep romance
#love
#relationships
#romantic #acceptance
#romantic #acceptance
205 reads
2 Comments
A Lullaby for Inner Demons
sleep little demons
sleep
lay your mischief down and rest
save your anger for tomorrow
slumber little imps
slumber
people can be so unkind
the world revolving around their need
dream little devils
dream
why do we worship so much greed
save your mayhem tomorrow
doze my gremlins
doze
we can burn the world when you wake
warming our toes on society's blaze
rest little imps
rest
blowing up Wall Street sounds so sweet
and the howling of corporate greed
sleep my monsters
sleep
dream of...
sleep
lay your mischief down and rest
save your anger for tomorrow
slumber little imps
slumber
people can be so unkind
the world revolving around their need
dream little devils
dream
why do we worship so much greed
save your mayhem tomorrow
doze my gremlins
doze
we can burn the world when you wake
warming our toes on society's blaze
rest little imps
rest
blowing up Wall Street sounds so sweet
and the howling of corporate greed
sleep my monsters
sleep
dream of...
#dreams
#monsters
#insomnia
#sleep
#magic
160 reads
1 Comment
Unloved child
There's a point in time
when ticking dies
and all that's left
is the slow exhaled breath
pregnant with with unspoken thoughts
unwillingly giving birth
to words no one could love
raping the mind
with jealousy and anger
a bastard child born in darkness
a cold, hard demon
from logic's womb
bald of empathy and understanding
crying naked
in a world without love
how could we care
for this offspring of selfish desires
better to place a condom on our tongues
than bring this unloved child...
when ticking dies
and all that's left
is the slow exhaled breath
pregnant with with unspoken thoughts
unwillingly giving birth
to words no one could love
raping the mind
with jealousy and anger
a bastard child born in darkness
a cold, hard demon
from logic's womb
bald of empathy and understanding
crying naked
in a world without love
how could we care
for this offspring of selfish desires
better to place a condom on our tongues
than bring this unloved child...
#anger
#jealousy
#conflict
#disappointment
#bittersweet
137 reads
1 Comment
Divinity and laundry baskets
Seeking meaning
soul teeth weaning
filling space
we can't escape
it's just all wrong
living in a state of grace
as if we're in a race
living
is the
state of grace
and my overflowing
laundry basket
is just
a manifestation
of the divine
soul teeth weaning
filling space
we can't escape
it's just all wrong
living in a state of grace
as if we're in a race
living
is the
state of grace
and my overflowing
laundry basket
is just
a manifestation
of the divine
#happiness
#hope
#acceptance
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0 Comments
The meaning of me
Far away
from a life that was
I had job and cats and sex
and my shoes
in neat little rows
high heels to practical flats
I loved the normalcy of life
comforted by the routine
Until I saw a spark of the divine
hiding in the corner of a stranger's eye
for once seen
could never be unseen
infectious longing and desire
hoping to discover something more
and find the meaning of me
So much has changed
since that apocryphal day
living within the chaos of life
everything is different
yet still...
from a life that was
I had job and cats and sex
and my shoes
in neat little rows
high heels to practical flats
I loved the normalcy of life
comforted by the routine
Until I saw a spark of the divine
hiding in the corner of a stranger's eye
for once seen
could never be unseen
infectious longing and desire
hoping to discover something more
and find the meaning of me
So much has changed
since that apocryphal day
living within the chaos of life
everything is different
yet still...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
103 reads
6 Comments
Miracles
I made it to work by nine
actually enjoyed my day
with interesting conversations
and no one cursed my name
I remembered everything
on the grocery list I left at home
and someone left me flowers
just to say hello
Cat , just 'cat'
didn't put a run in my nylons
dinner was really simple
and tasted divine
Rose petals were in the bath
candles burning all around
sex was passionate, soft and gentle
and sensual as can be
Miracles happen
in the most unexpected ways
at least that's what I've...
actually enjoyed my day
with interesting conversations
and no one cursed my name
I remembered everything
on the grocery list I left at home
and someone left me flowers
just to say hello
Cat , just 'cat'
didn't put a run in my nylons
dinner was really simple
and tasted divine
Rose petals were in the bath
candles burning all around
sex was passionate, soft and gentle
and sensual as can be
Miracles happen
in the most unexpected ways
at least that's what I've...
#hope
73 reads
2 Comments
Birds of Prey
A mouse in a field
hiding from birds of prey
doing what it must
just to survive
A women on a street corner
looking at her feet
pretending
she's invisible
avoiding birds of prey
A little girl being fearless
in her innocence
of man
where oh where can she be
...
hiding from birds of prey
doing what it must
just to survive
A women on a street corner
looking at her feet
pretending
she's invisible
avoiding birds of prey
A little girl being fearless
in her innocence
of man
where oh where can she be
...
#women
#ghosts
#fear
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The ghost of flowers
I cut some flowers today
roses to make the house smell pretty
but I could feel them dying
oozing life
and withering by slow degree
.
The same way our relationship died
in agonizing adagio
we saw it coming
working to keep our love alive
.
It takes a long time for love to wither
even longer
when you deny it's dying
six months living with a ghost
.
I'd...
#love
#heartbroken
#ghosts
130 reads
1 Comment
If only she could remember when ...
An old women on her knees
scrubbing floors and dreaming
remembering men
and being free
always fighting the good fight
in endless need to wield the sword
and a yearning in the ache of her bones
to change the world
If only she could remember when
this, the purpose of her life
with erudite rants against
capitalism, communism, chauvinism
and all the the other isms
until one day
she was just too old to care
only wanting to be warm
with old age her only company
If only she could remember when
she...
scrubbing floors and dreaming
remembering men
and being free
always fighting the good fight
in endless need to wield the sword
and a yearning in the ache of her bones
to change the world
If only she could remember when
this, the purpose of her life
with erudite rants against
capitalism, communism, chauvinism
and all the the other isms
until one day
she was just too old to care
only wanting to be warm
with old age her only company
If only she could remember when
she...
#loneliness
#aging
#bittersweet
110 reads
2 Comments
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