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
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
80 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
71 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
55 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
177 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2020 1:51am
16th Jul 2020 1:51am
I wanted to read a poem, too
but writing one was easier
because reading is all emotion
and empathy and collaboration of concept with hard copy
relation and remembering things you
sometimes don't want to
and for god's sake who knows
where a poem's going to take you
when you're not driving
because reading is all emotion
and empathy and collaboration of concept with hard copy
relation and remembering things you
sometimes don't want to
and for god's sake who knows
where a poem's going to take you
when you're not driving
#memories
154 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2020 1:28pm
13th Jul 2020 1:28pm
picked up smoking again today
something to do with my expiration date
or not having kissed my monkeys goodnight in 4 months
or my dead dad’s birthday past, and an almost dad’s the same day
what could have been and was, a little
maybe my workplace flooding
with damage bad as last year's
being responsible for the show going on regardless
maybe partly because the guy I was holding out for
wants to see where it goes with someone else
or possibly the fact there’s a fucking pandemic
to try not to...
or not having kissed my monkeys goodnight in 4 months
or my dead dad’s birthday past, and an almost dad’s the same day
what could have been and was, a little
maybe my workplace flooding
with damage bad as last year's
being responsible for the show going on regardless
maybe partly because the guy I was holding out for
wants to see where it goes with someone else
or possibly the fact there’s a fucking pandemic
to try not to...
#grief
#emptiness
48 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2020 1:12am
25th Jun 2020 1:12am
it was an eclipse i didn't see, but afterward
The moon was so close
god’s summer evening orange painted fingernail
Reminded me of the pupil-black night we crashed that beach in Kapolei
but then she was picking at the star-painted palm trees
while we ran, carrying your blood in a tiny paper cup
from your having slammed a finger in mom's rental car door
We ran it barefoot to the water to see
if sharks really could smell blood from however far away
and if they were hanging around between the reef
and the houses of these millionaires with their
all-glass walls,...
god’s summer evening orange painted fingernail
Reminded me of the pupil-black night we crashed that beach in Kapolei
but then she was picking at the star-painted palm trees
while we ran, carrying your blood in a tiny paper cup
from your having slammed a finger in mom's rental car door
We ran it barefoot to the water to see
if sharks really could smell blood from however far away
and if they were hanging around between the reef
and the houses of these millionaires with their
all-glass walls,...
#childhood
#uplifting
#acceptance
127 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2019 11:57pm
27th Jul 2019 11:57pm
4x little poems
she'll take your liver too, gemini
wish I'd known
the trees in your lungs were withering
but I never saw the leaves of your eyes yellow
or fall
-----------
cos i usually starfish
looks like hopeless
to sleep
lips barely a breath apart
and each limb of yours
tentacled in one of mine
————
boy with the best smile
we all wore long sleeves to work
but this humid heatwave, the weight of it
sweltering
we put ours away
he’s...
wish I'd known
the trees in your lungs were withering
but I never saw the leaves of your eyes yellow
or fall
-----------
cos i usually starfish
looks like hopeless
to sleep
lips barely a breath apart
and each limb of yours
tentacled in one of mine
————
boy with the best smile
we all wore long sleeves to work
but this humid heatwave, the weight of it
sweltering
we put ours away
he’s...
#cancer
291 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 00:05am
17th Jul 2019 00:05am
brass can catch the light, too
posted a selfie two thousand,
one hundred and ninety days ago
what happened to you
he asked
your light is gone
he said
you’re beautiful
but not okay
and i
didn’t know i wasn’t okay until
three hundred, forty-eight days later
when I tried to speak to customers
with a cut tongue
cracked rib
red scars up my back from the last time
i thought it would be alright
——
posted a selfie five hundred,
eighty-eight days ago
he didn’t see it
but he said
he’d dreamt...
one hundred and ninety days ago
what happened to you
he asked
your light is gone
he said
you’re beautiful
but not okay
and i
didn’t know i wasn’t okay until
three hundred, forty-eight days later
when I tried to speak to customers
with a cut tongue
cracked rib
red scars up my back from the last time
i thought it would be alright
——
posted a selfie five hundred,
eighty-eight days ago
he didn’t see it
but he said
he’d dreamt...
#friendship
#flowers
#fate
375 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2018 1:21pm
25th Apr 2018 1:21pm
just passing through this dimension, thanks
i forgot to tell those pillow lips
he was in the wrong place
that if he was looking for purity
he should be knocking for the girl next door
&if it was adventure, into the girl up at the bar
&if he was looking for higher minds
certainly not in this middly limbo
where the desperate don't know they're desperate
until the peddler shows up
with wares from everywhere but here
starts fiddling tunes
from the other side of the looking glass
...
he was in the wrong place
that if he was looking for purity
he should be knocking for the girl next door
&if it was adventure, into the girl up at the bar
&if he was looking for higher minds
certainly not in this middly limbo
where the desperate don't know they're desperate
until the peddler shows up
with wares from everywhere but here
starts fiddling tunes
from the other side of the looking glass
...
#FallingInLove
532 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Apr 2018 10:14pm
24th Apr 2018 10:14pm
un-breaking
i saw him today
and goddamn, it's been a while
since i've seen that perfect jawline
just-so 6 o'clock shadow
his forearms are a little smaller than they were
but his hands
his hands are still saying all the shit
i didn't need to remember
took too long for my muscle memory to forget him
our 5-hour cloud 9 abominations
followed by 2am naked French toast n' tea
TV marathons i missed for falling asleep
into his chest
then, of course, the old solo dash
from jacket to the front door, where ...
and goddamn, it's been a while
since i've seen that perfect jawline
just-so 6 o'clock shadow
his forearms are a little smaller than they were
but his hands
his hands are still saying all the shit
i didn't need to remember
took too long for my muscle memory to forget him
our 5-hour cloud 9 abominations
followed by 2am naked French toast n' tea
TV marathons i missed for falling asleep
into his chest
then, of course, the old solo dash
from jacket to the front door, where ...
#breakup
#SelfReflection
491 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2018 10:56am
23rd Apr 2018 10:56am
nothing like Mona Lisa
she smiled wryly into her fingers
&mouthed the words
she would never say aloud
&mouthed the words
she would never say aloud
#apocalypse
375 reads
4 Comments
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