Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, and dark.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2019 11:29am
12th Feb 2019 11:29am
cardboard and mirrors
There’s a voyeur stalking my cardboard hideaway
and I wish I could turn off the neon lights
pulsing out of my chest
whispering to the mirror monsters
that threaten to take me away
to another dimension
when I get too close
to the sparkle of my own reflection
The world never looks right
through the tinted lens
I keep pressed again the fibres
of this paper prison
there’s a hazy vignette
that promises more than it can give
on the outskirts of my vision
but I’m not sure how to find clarity
in the...
and I wish I could turn off the neon lights
pulsing out of my chest
whispering to the mirror monsters
that threaten to take me away
to another dimension
when I get too close
to the sparkle of my own reflection
The world never looks right
through the tinted lens
I keep pressed again the fibres
of this paper prison
there’s a hazy vignette
that promises more than it can give
on the outskirts of my vision
but I’m not sure how to find clarity
in the...
#lies
#identity
#SelfReflection
39 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2019 4:48am
23rd Jan 2019 4:48am
Limitless
Take me anywhere
beyond where the known
is etched in our hearts
I want to feel the oncoming adventure
deep inside my veins
and blow a kiss goodbye
to the world that was
Don't you know tomorrow
is weightless in its endless wonder
don't let yesterday hold us down
in mirror image retribution
let's smash the glass
of what we'd become
if we stayed on this platform
waiting for better
If they say life is what we make it
I'd rather live it with you drifting among the...
Take me anywhere
beyond where the known
is etched in our hearts
I want to feel the oncoming adventure
deep inside my veins
and blow a kiss goodbye
to the world that was
Don't you know tomorrow
is weightless in its endless wonder
don't let yesterday hold us down
in mirror image retribution
let's smash the glass
of what we'd become
if we stayed on this platform
waiting for better
If they say life is what we make it
I'd rather live it with you drifting among the...
#LifeGoals
#travel
82 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2019 1:29am
18th Jan 2019 1:29am
another blind nervous system
Home is just a place for you to place your head
hands open full of lies
you're a vague magician
coloured in plausible deniability
I'm happier when you're not here
memories of your blood still linger on my doorstep
white walls and wood panelling
dirty cops and empty court houses
'cause you're only innocent when no one's watching
Years pass and you still
hold yourself like an anorectic fanatic
and I can't be sure your veins are drug-free
when your hands are passing packages blind
into the abyss of everything...
hands open full of lies
you're a vague magician
coloured in plausible deniability
I'm happier when you're not here
memories of your blood still linger on my doorstep
white walls and wood panelling
dirty cops and empty court houses
'cause you're only innocent when no one's watching
Years pass and you still
hold yourself like an anorectic fanatic
and I can't be sure your veins are drug-free
when your hands are passing packages blind
into the abyss of everything...
#family
#lies
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
74 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 3:31pm
6th Jan 2019 3:31pm
sometimes
Sometimes I feel like the world is my secret
my hands pressed to the shattering glass windows of reality
waiting for the images to flicker through my palms and up my veins
to that part of small section of my brain
that tells me I don't need blue smiles today
Sometimes I wish you could see what I see
when you tell me the world is ugly and boring and holds no value
beyond the value of things
But sometimes I forget to find the beauty
in cells photosynthesising
and I watch my garden die in small degrees
because...
my hands pressed to the shattering glass windows of reality
waiting for the images to flicker through my palms and up my veins
to that part of small section of my brain
that tells me I don't need blue smiles today
Sometimes I wish you could see what I see
when you tell me the world is ugly and boring and holds no value
beyond the value of things
But sometimes I forget to find the beauty
in cells photosynthesising
and I watch my garden die in small degrees
because...
#sadness
#depression
#relationships #suicide
#relationships #suicide
106 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2018 12:20pm
20th Dec 2018 12:20pm
the tide eventually takes the driftwood back out to sea
Maybe one day you'll look back
and wonder where I am and how I'm doing
and you'll ask yourself how did we get so far away
It starts like this...
with life and love and innocence
too busy to talk every day
so we talk every week
and then every month
and then every other month
until we can't remember the last time we heard each others voices
We have lives and jobs and lovers and kids
people die, people are born
we get our hearts broken
we fall apart
we pick up the pieces and start again ...
and wonder where I am and how I'm doing
and you'll ask yourself how did we get so far away
It starts like this...
with life and love and innocence
too busy to talk every day
so we talk every week
and then every month
and then every other month
until we can't remember the last time we heard each others voices
We have lives and jobs and lovers and kids
people die, people are born
we get our hearts broken
we fall apart
we pick up the pieces and start again ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#MovingOn #nostalgia
#MovingOn #nostalgia
90 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2018 9:08am
6th Dec 2018 9:08am
Lomo
I want to say I’m not a hipster
but I’m into lomography
and old school photography
‘cause fuck digital and the easy road to anything
...except for digital editing...
and non-art related internet usage
Though maybe it’s not so hard to understand
my desire for old school techniques
when I was born into a generation
that grew up with analogue slowly drifting behind us
while digital loomed large ahead with a million promises
it couldn’t completely fulfil
‘Cause the digital age hasn’t...
but I’m into lomography
and old school photography
‘cause fuck digital and the easy road to anything
...except for digital editing...
and non-art related internet usage
Though maybe it’s not so hard to understand
my desire for old school techniques
when I was born into a generation
that grew up with analogue slowly drifting behind us
while digital loomed large ahead with a million promises
it couldn’t completely fulfil
‘Cause the digital age hasn’t...
#art
#SelfDiscovery
71 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2018 11:54pm
8th Nov 2018 11:54pm
Shine
We are the unborn stars of our own play
on a permanent raincheck
'cause it's always raining in our heads
and I spend my days hiding backstage
when all I want to do is hold an umbrella up to my fears
and dare to shine
though I doubt anyone is watching
when there are a billion stars in the sky tonight
And I'd like to think I'm the master of my own destiny
but I've always been a drifter
nothing and no one could pin down for long
And I wear my passions like I wear...
on a permanent raincheck
'cause it's always raining in our heads
and I spend my days hiding backstage
when all I want to do is hold an umbrella up to my fears
and dare to shine
though I doubt anyone is watching
when there are a billion stars in the sky tonight
And I'd like to think I'm the master of my own destiny
but I've always been a drifter
nothing and no one could pin down for long
And I wear my passions like I wear...
#hope
#courage
#stars
#rain
#faith
82 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2018 9:24am
4th Oct 2018 9:24am
Letter to my 21 year old self
Don't change yourself to fit the world
you're beautiful the way you are
and the path you choose to walk now
will either lead you to liberation or heartbreak
but let's not kid each other
we both know which path you're going to choose
and it won't be the path of liberation
'Cause you always do things the hard way
and pain is an addiction you can't get enough of
though you'll eventually learn not everything
that is worth it, is painful
and self-deprecating self-hatred
is not...
you're beautiful the way you are
and the path you choose to walk now
will either lead you to liberation or heartbreak
but let's not kid each other
we both know which path you're going to choose
and it won't be the path of liberation
'Cause you always do things the hard way
and pain is an addiction you can't get enough of
though you'll eventually learn not everything
that is worth it, is painful
and self-deprecating self-hatred
is not...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
120 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2018 3:13am
22nd Jun 2018 3:13am
the spaces that define us
When we move
we leave behind pieces of ourselves
for people we'll never meet
something as simple as a lighter
and half a pack of firelighters
on the the wood stove
It tells part of our story
that we loved the warm
in the depths of winter
though it can't paint the picture
of us dragging the mattress
into the living room late at night
on a last minute whim
to fall asleep infront of the dancing
heat of the amber light
...
we leave behind pieces of ourselves
for people we'll never meet
something as simple as a lighter
and half a pack of firelighters
on the the wood stove
It tells part of our story
that we loved the warm
in the depths of winter
though it can't paint the picture
of us dragging the mattress
into the living room late at night
on a last minute whim
to fall asleep infront of the dancing
heat of the amber light
...
#love
#home
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
196 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2018 11:48am
13th Jun 2018 11:48am
nostalgia never remembers the dark times with quite the right amount of hell
The gutter whispers
a long lost lullaby
that promises everything
and nothing all at once
I don't belong here
I don't know why I thought
I could skip down memory lane
like a tourist to my old scars
Blood blooms in another lifetime
and I wear the skin of a liar and theif
that would tell you anything
if I could just share
the drunkenness of your bed
after midnight
and pretend I don't recognise you
in the morning light
I've come a long way from
the...
a long lost lullaby
that promises everything
and nothing all at once
I don't belong here
I don't know why I thought
I could skip down memory lane
like a tourist to my old scars
Blood blooms in another lifetime
and I wear the skin of a liar and theif
that would tell you anything
if I could just share
the drunkenness of your bed
after midnight
and pretend I don't recognise you
in the morning light
I've come a long way from
the...
#drugs
#memories
#addiction #nostalgia
#addiction #nostalgia
264 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2018 11:00am
4th Jun 2018 11:00am
there's not a line in the sand, there's an ocean
We created a lifetime
in our own time
and I was free
within our delusions
that raised us up in passion
and bled us dry with contempt
We could have lived there forever
if it hadn't been our fate
to destroy the things we love
yet we somehow found some middle ground
I thought was indelibly etched into our veins
I held you up against the currents
that ached to drown you
in their self-destructive rage
and you told me you loved me
more than I could ever know
as you...
in our own time
and I was free
within our delusions
that raised us up in passion
and bled us dry with contempt
We could have lived there forever
if it hadn't been our fate
to destroy the things we love
yet we somehow found some middle ground
I thought was indelibly etched into our veins
I held you up against the currents
that ached to drown you
in their self-destructive rage
and you told me you loved me
more than I could ever know
as you...
#depression
#friendship
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#disappointment
303 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2018 1:41pm
9th Apr 2018 1:41pm
when home doesn't feel like home
I own these streets
like I own my own skin
painfully with only a touch
of self awareness
and a sense
that I don't quite belong here
regardless of how well
I know my way around
We don't talk anymore
beyond the angst-ridden riddles
and lies we can't bear to tell ourselves
never mind each other
When the words spill like wine
across the walls
I can't help but step out
into a world my sadness knows
with a depth beyond sanity and reason
On these streets I have spilled
my...
like I own my own skin
painfully with only a touch
of self awareness
and a sense
that I don't quite belong here
regardless of how well
I know my way around
We don't talk anymore
beyond the angst-ridden riddles
and lies we can't bear to tell ourselves
never mind each other
When the words spill like wine
across the walls
I can't help but step out
into a world my sadness knows
with a depth beyond sanity and reason
On these streets I have spilled
my...
#depression
#loneliness
#relationships #home
#relationships #home
280 reads
5 Comments
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