Submissions by InNomine
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Just trying to get back to writing, honestly. One's cents are always welcome
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2021 1:38am
11th Apr 2021 1:38am
thanks, she takes after god
a powerhouse of 4 foot fuck all
electricity jumping through her veins
extending such distance from her frame
with all the joy, without excuse
she walks in confidence
she walks in compassion
she plays in goddamned stars
with instinctive intelligence
lives life like a song, this girl
soul pours out of fingertips in every creation
reads subtext under your small print
having already learned
reasons sit deeper in the paper grain
she knows the value of fortitude, attitude
self-possession
says yes or no or sorry...
electricity jumping through her veins
extending such distance from her frame
with all the joy, without excuse
she walks in confidence
she walks in compassion
she plays in goddamned stars
with instinctive intelligence
lives life like a song, this girl
soul pours out of fingertips in every creation
reads subtext under your small print
having already learned
reasons sit deeper in the paper grain
she knows the value of fortitude, attitude
self-possession
says yes or no or sorry...
#daughter
56 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2021 8:29pm
28th Mar 2021 8:29pm
i've forgotten it
A cat yowls outside my bedroom window every night.
means it’s daffodils, and the cherry blossoms..
will be blooming soon and i will begin to worry about the grass.
try to fix my strimmer for the hundred-fifty-eighth time..
and i will aim to improve our rota system for chores.have a clearout before..
sunhats and binoculars announce the summer.
before my kids cross the sea to their access arrangements.before then..
i’ll find out if i have the cancer - won’t tell anyone either way.
will take care of it either way.yes spring...
...
means it’s daffodils, and the cherry blossoms..
will be blooming soon and i will begin to worry about the grass.
try to fix my strimmer for the hundred-fifty-eighth time..
and i will aim to improve our rota system for chores.have a clearout before..
sunhats and binoculars announce the summer.
before my kids cross the sea to their access arrangements.before then..
i’ll find out if i have the cancer - won’t tell anyone either way.
will take care of it either way.yes spring...
...
#FreeVerse
69 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2021 11:10pm
25th Mar 2021 11:10pm
..especially fate
we like to think of stars
as a map
to a higher purpose
perhaps the universe
is alive
a machine all its own
the galaxies shaped
like synapses in the brain
the beauty of biology
displayed across
what we fondly refer to
as Heaven
we think sometimes
that because there could be
consciousness
or god
or cogs clockwork ticking
from born-day
to next-life
that we could be a symphony
playing out a song
we can’t quite hear
from down here
more likely ...
as a map
to a higher purpose
perhaps the universe
is alive
a machine all its own
the galaxies shaped
like synapses in the brain
the beauty of biology
displayed across
what we fondly refer to
as Heaven
we think sometimes
that because there could be
consciousness
or god
or cogs clockwork ticking
from born-day
to next-life
that we could be a symphony
playing out a song
we can’t quite hear
from down here
more likely ...
#TruthOfLife
71 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2021 10:24am
19th Mar 2021 10:24am
only need one
the Greeks have seven
different words for love
because they didn’t leave it to nuance
to define a moment/soul/emotion
was wise, perhaps
when there were togas about
and great orgies held every festival
or funeral
politicians/poets/gods emotionally
lustily swanning hither and thither
i can fathom lines being blurred
without that smidgin of clarity in language
but what a display of how rich
is our singular four letter word
to encompass levels
of camaraderie, kinship
the differences between...
different words for love
because they didn’t leave it to nuance
to define a moment/soul/emotion
was wise, perhaps
when there were togas about
and great orgies held every festival
or funeral
politicians/poets/gods emotionally
lustily swanning hither and thither
i can fathom lines being blurred
without that smidgin of clarity in language
but what a display of how rich
is our singular four letter word
to encompass levels
of camaraderie, kinship
the differences between...
#family
#friendship
17 reads
STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2021 00:49am
19th Mar 2021 00:49am
"a familiar song"
I see my Marianne walkin’ away”
there’s a song my parents played
when i wouldn’t settle as a newborn
they say within the first few notes
i immediately began to fall asleep
every single time
maybe it was the frequency
in sync with the vibrations of my cells
like a prophecy
“so many people have come and gone”
maybe my centre just knew
this was my song
it was my life ready to happen
heartbreaks and ever rolling home
foretold, and my utter peace
in the...
there’s a song my parents played
when i wouldn’t settle as a newborn
they say within the first few notes
i immediately began to fall asleep
every single time
maybe it was the frequency
in sync with the vibrations of my cells
like a prophecy
“so many people have come and gone”
maybe my centre just knew
this was my song
it was my life ready to happen
heartbreaks and ever rolling home
foretold, and my utter peace
in the...
#hope
#lyrics
#TruthOfLife
58 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2021 2:49pm
18th Mar 2021 2:49pm
eioau
i feel like a vowel today
like a flaccid letter between
clacking consonants
bit dull
but necessary
not quite enough
to make up
a meaningful word
alone
except you
or i
neither of which
is really enough
as we both know
vowels wait for another letter
to carry them
flourishing in the spaces
between corners
to create ambience
rather than
sharply
impressing on meaning
they’re where a word breaks
where emphasis peaks
in a yawning, or...
like a flaccid letter between
clacking consonants
bit dull
but necessary
not quite enough
to make up
a meaningful word
alone
except you
or i
neither of which
is really enough
as we both know
vowels wait for another letter
to carry them
flourishing in the spaces
between corners
to create ambience
rather than
sharply
impressing on meaning
they’re where a word breaks
where emphasis peaks
in a yawning, or...
#apathy
54 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2021 9:01pm
23rd Feb 2021 9:01pm
on the tangibility of mirage on a very, very warm day
hey, swore i would
and i am still
here for you
you were for me
be available tomorrow
if you wanna talk
[did not answer]
i don’t know why
you don’t call anymore
i’m always around, just
not on my phone
[declined]
you never call me
okay, so i don’t
text straight back but
jesus
well, you know i'm
only a phone call away
-wink-
[did not answer] ...
and i am still
here for you
you were for me
be available tomorrow
if you wanna talk
[did not answer]
i don’t know why
you don’t call anymore
i’m always around, just
not on my phone
[declined]
you never call me
okay, so i don’t
text straight back but
jesus
well, you know i'm
only a phone call away
-wink-
[did not answer] ...
#honesty
64 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2021 1:18am
22nd Jan 2021 1:18am
Processing: Diary Collection - 1.21
I went to immortalise the woman
with thoughtful words
some she deserved, with some heart
some earth behind them
almost made it before the third line
where I dived off
into tedious grievances
family history --
to contrast was the goal
but it just went on
about my little brother
my grandfather’s assholery
my mom as a victim of her upbringing
in the face of verbal assault
on her young son
my rage over it all
how my grandmother
had...
with thoughtful words
some she deserved, with some heart
some earth behind them
almost made it before the third line
where I dived off
into tedious grievances
family history --
to contrast was the goal
but it just went on
about my little brother
my grandfather’s assholery
my mom as a victim of her upbringing
in the face of verbal assault
on her young son
my rage over it all
how my grandmother
had...
#grief
118 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2020 4:12pm
16th Dec 2020 4:12pm
pause the anime for a minute
you’re not so different now
from that feathery light
wide-eyed little Cindy-Lou Who
with pineapple hair and angel-shaped lips
your belly laugh was the most perfect sound I’d ever heard
could bring joy to a rock with the honesty in it and I’d do
so many embarrassing things
just to watch it flutter across your cheeks
now, you can touch the door jamb
without even standing on tippy-toes
and it’s amusing, the way you obsess over your hair
your newfound stock in vegetarianism
[but just for an experiment] ...
from that feathery light
wide-eyed little Cindy-Lou Who
with pineapple hair and angel-shaped lips
your belly laugh was the most perfect sound I’d ever heard
could bring joy to a rock with the honesty in it and I’d do
so many embarrassing things
just to watch it flutter across your cheeks
now, you can touch the door jamb
without even standing on tippy-toes
and it’s amusing, the way you obsess over your hair
your newfound stock in vegetarianism
[but just for an experiment] ...
#teens
138 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 11:42pm
15th Dec 2020 11:42pm
Atlas
I don't want anything
from you
fly free, little moth
from you
fly free, little moth
#nature
#mythology
#escape
125 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2020 10:54pm
30th Nov 2020 10:54pm
chopsticks on the living and dying of things
I
I saw an advert for teardrop shaped caskets
where coroners break one’s rigor mortis
to fold them back into foetal position
plant them with a seed
and let the nutrients
from one’s decaying carbon
feed a tree that will go on to help us breathe
I thought that in itself was poetry
how we’re born of seeds
and to seeds, roots, limbs, leaves
we may be fed
I love -- that there’s no choosing
whether to enrich this nest of ours
in whose familiarity we will never again
drink or be merry
once we've consumed
much...
I saw an advert for teardrop shaped caskets
where coroners break one’s rigor mortis
to fold them back into foetal position
plant them with a seed
and let the nutrients
from one’s decaying carbon
feed a tree that will go on to help us breathe
I thought that in itself was poetry
how we’re born of seeds
and to seeds, roots, limbs, leaves
we may be fed
I love -- that there’s no choosing
whether to enrich this nest of ours
in whose familiarity we will never again
drink or be merry
once we've consumed
much...
#LifeCycle
91 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2020 6:00pm
22nd Oct 2020 6:00pm
Draw me like one of your other girls
He would have filed me away as one
eventually --
a caricature.
Guess we all are one sometimes.
Though I wish I could return the sentiment.
But I can see how experience shapes us
how those deeper seeds root down
coming up their damndest
with whatever fresh shit is bestowed.
And to me the whys
feel just as important as the ends.
Maybe they're not
big picture speaking.
Guess we all do it sometimes
when we're done loving someone.
eventually --
a caricature.
Guess we all are one sometimes.
Though I wish I could return the sentiment.
But I can see how experience shapes us
how those deeper seeds root down
coming up their damndest
with whatever fresh shit is bestowed.
And to me the whys
feel just as important as the ends.
Maybe they're not
big picture speaking.
Guess we all do it sometimes
when we're done loving someone.
#identity
#learning
#hurt
215 reads
8 Comments
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