Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, dark.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 3:23pm
8th Oct 2021 3:23pm
clouds on the horizon
I love and hate this place
in equal measure
it's like I'm standing
on the edge of a precipice
with the sunshine on one side
and a storm on the other
You know that when the storm is over
the sunshine won't be exactly the same
and as much as you wish
you could weather more storms
you're not built to withstand the wind
and rain and waves
that lash at your body
and threaten to drown you
There's no shame
in staying alive
There's no shame in running
and finding shelter some place else ...
in equal measure
it's like I'm standing
on the edge of a precipice
with the sunshine on one side
and a storm on the other
You know that when the storm is over
the sunshine won't be exactly the same
and as much as you wish
you could weather more storms
you're not built to withstand the wind
and rain and waves
that lash at your body
and threaten to drown you
There's no shame
in staying alive
There's no shame in running
and finding shelter some place else ...
#love
#breakup
#healing #DomesticViolence
#healing #DomesticViolence
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 2:03pm
8th Oct 2021 2:03pm
the speed of loneliness
We can't stay more than 6ft apart
these days loneliness
travels faster than covid
and we all have things we want to say
Everyone is talking and no one is listening
and the walls of this apartment
are simultaneously
too close to my neighbours
and too far away
Cause I don't want to hear about
your colonscopy and boundary issues
with the neighbours in unit 1
I don't care that the lady in unit 1
has a bad hip
and complains about being endlessly broke
yet clearly has a...
these days loneliness
travels faster than covid
and we all have things we want to say
Everyone is talking and no one is listening
and the walls of this apartment
are simultaneously
too close to my neighbours
and too far away
Cause I don't want to hear about
your colonscopy and boundary issues
with the neighbours in unit 1
I don't care that the lady in unit 1
has a bad hip
and complains about being endlessly broke
yet clearly has a...
#loneliness
#conflict
#dialogue
71 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 00:40am
14th Sep 2021 00:40am
fair weather friends
I don't know what you want from me
we push and pull
invisible directions to nowhere
you say "call me
if you're having a bad day"
then fail me
every time I need to talk
We've been through so much
and I was your rock
when the abyss threatened
to change your life
in ways we can no longer imagine
You're the sarcastic smile
on my shoulder
and you love me best
when the days are sunny
and we laugh ourselves
into painful rawness
You know me
but you can't be there
when the...
we push and pull
invisible directions to nowhere
you say "call me
if you're having a bad day"
then fail me
every time I need to talk
We've been through so much
and I was your rock
when the abyss threatened
to change your life
in ways we can no longer imagine
You're the sarcastic smile
on my shoulder
and you love me best
when the days are sunny
and we laugh ourselves
into painful rawness
You know me
but you can't be there
when the...
#love
#friendship
#betrayal
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2021 8:33am
12th Sep 2021 8:33am
it tastes like a memory, but looks like a dream
I miss the way love feels
pressed against my skin
electric and meaningful
The memory of your hands
turn to ash
and I'm left holding
nothing more
than the memory of a dream
And I hate that I'm so empty
every touch feels ghostly
and unreal
Your heat turned cold
to whisper past on the breeze
like wayward leaves
that don't know how
to find their way home
I miss the way you felt
the way you touched
the way you fucked
I missed the way you loved me ...
pressed against my skin
electric and meaningful
The memory of your hands
turn to ash
and I'm left holding
nothing more
than the memory of a dream
And I hate that I'm so empty
every touch feels ghostly
and unreal
Your heat turned cold
to whisper past on the breeze
like wayward leaves
that don't know how
to find their way home
I miss the way you felt
the way you touched
the way you fucked
I missed the way you loved me ...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#separation
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2021 2:41am
8th Sep 2021 2:41am
sorry for all the shitty birthday cakes
I always wanted to be "that" mum
healthy, homemade, and looking like
it belonged in a cook book
I failed on two out of three
though I tried so hard to find a balance
and Iet's be honest
I don't have enough patience
to be a home cook pastry chef
And maybe it's a defining moment
of your childhood
(as well as one of my parenting)
that my most memorable homemade meal
consisted of polenta, cup'o soup and cheddar cheese
and I know the croutons didn't really belong
but damn they tasted good
and maybe that...
healthy, homemade, and looking like
it belonged in a cook book
I failed on two out of three
though I tried so hard to find a balance
and Iet's be honest
I don't have enough patience
to be a home cook pastry chef
And maybe it's a defining moment
of your childhood
(as well as one of my parenting)
that my most memorable homemade meal
consisted of polenta, cup'o soup and cheddar cheese
and I know the croutons didn't really belong
but damn they tasted good
and maybe that...
#children
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2021 1:28am
8th Sep 2021 1:28am
a coin flip would be more honest
You wear two faces
and they look the same
I never know which one
I'll get today
Sorry is a five letter word
that holds no meaning
when yesterday's mistakes
repeat themselves
like a glitch in the code
of our lives
I haven't figured out
how to rewrite
when you're the silent saboteur
of our better tomorrow
I don't know how to look back
without flinching
I'm covered in scars you can't see
and can't undo
Don't ask me to forget
I don't know how
You wear two faces ...
and they look the same
I never know which one
I'll get today
Sorry is a five letter word
that holds no meaning
when yesterday's mistakes
repeat themselves
like a glitch in the code
of our lives
I haven't figured out
how to rewrite
when you're the silent saboteur
of our better tomorrow
I don't know how to look back
without flinching
I'm covered in scars you can't see
and can't undo
Don't ask me to forget
I don't know how
You wear two faces ...
#relationships
#DomesticViolence
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2021 11:28pm
28th Aug 2021 11:28pm
broken fingers can't hold hands in the rain
I dream of your dead lifeless body
and awake to sweaty palms
and a panic attack
wondering if you made it
through another broken night
You hold death on your tongue
like the promise of a good night kiss
and I can't hold your face
any closer
or further away
because it makes no difference
to the rain in your eyes
and I won't be the one
to pull trigger
You hold death on your tongue
like a knife
and I refuse to be mugged
by your sadness
when I can't save you
from the abyss you dug...
and awake to sweaty palms
and a panic attack
wondering if you made it
through another broken night
You hold death on your tongue
like the promise of a good night kiss
and I can't hold your face
any closer
or further away
because it makes no difference
to the rain in your eyes
and I won't be the one
to pull trigger
You hold death on your tongue
like a knife
and I refuse to be mugged
by your sadness
when I can't save you
from the abyss you dug...
#breakup
#suicide
#DomesticViolence
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2021 4:29am
13th Aug 2021 4:29am
Shelter
I wouldn't be here
if I had anywhere else to go
this place is so poverty chic
no one should ever have to pay
to live here
Yet it's still better
than a week in a motel room
with a hyperactive toddler
whose favourite toys
end up being a wardrobe
and empty kitchenette draws
I dragged the two single mattresses
into the lounge room last night
I wasn't sure I'd be able to sleep in the bedroom
without wishing I was home
and I don't want to go home
Home isn't the safe place
I imagined it...
if I had anywhere else to go
this place is so poverty chic
no one should ever have to pay
to live here
Yet it's still better
than a week in a motel room
with a hyperactive toddler
whose favourite toys
end up being a wardrobe
and empty kitchenette draws
I dragged the two single mattresses
into the lounge room last night
I wasn't sure I'd be able to sleep in the bedroom
without wishing I was home
and I don't want to go home
Home isn't the safe place
I imagined it...
#homelessness
#freedom
#escape
#poverty
#DomesticViolence
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5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2021 5:18am
22nd Jun 2021 5:18am
getting dressed in the dark (poverty)
Poverty wears me like an afterthought
like we got dressed in the dark
and half my clothes are on
inside out and backwards
I take the time to arrange each piece
into something that doesn't look threadbare
and holier than a drunk Sunday fuck
behind the church
while the pastor preaches about sin
I don't know if vanity is my saviour
but it gets me off my knees
and forces a respectability
you can't see between payday
and the reciepts that spell out debt
in slowly increasing numbers
I know...
like we got dressed in the dark
and half my clothes are on
inside out and backwards
I take the time to arrange each piece
into something that doesn't look threadbare
and holier than a drunk Sunday fuck
behind the church
while the pastor preaches about sin
I don't know if vanity is my saviour
but it gets me off my knees
and forces a respectability
you can't see between payday
and the reciepts that spell out debt
in slowly increasing numbers
I know...
#identity
#vanity
#poverty #SelfWorth
#poverty #SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2021 3:31am
21st May 2021 3:31am
ghost prints on the tunnel walls
I miss how the tunnels of your mind
used to intersect with mine
the reality of your hands in my head
so much grander than the slow inhale
of my frozen water life
I could be anything in your eye light
blue crashing against blue
pale hands everywhere
and nowhere all at once
I walked in two spaces
on sunburnt sidewalks
dreaming of your wolfish winters
raw limbs outstretched before a fire
baking themselves back into being
I slide my broken toes into
pink knitted boots
and they almost feel like...
used to intersect with mine
the reality of your hands in my head
so much grander than the slow inhale
of my frozen water life
I could be anything in your eye light
blue crashing against blue
pale hands everywhere
and nowhere all at once
I walked in two spaces
on sunburnt sidewalks
dreaming of your wolfish winters
raw limbs outstretched before a fire
baking themselves back into being
I slide my broken toes into
pink knitted boots
and they almost feel like...
#friendship
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2021 6:52am
20th May 2021 6:52am
black and white
I stare at the black and white form
it's a tick-all-the-right-boxes type of form
we both know I won't colour outside the lines
not on this form
not in those boxes
I care too much
about words you'll speak
that I'll never hear
You hold all the balloon strings
and I wish you'd let those bubbles of air go
that you'd pop them
or bite them
or light them on fire
in them you see you whole life
you don't believe me
when I tell you they're just bubbles of air
So I tap the required black ball point pen ...
it's a tick-all-the-right-boxes type of form
we both know I won't colour outside the lines
not on this form
not in those boxes
I care too much
about words you'll speak
that I'll never hear
You hold all the balloon strings
and I wish you'd let those bubbles of air go
that you'd pop them
or bite them
or light them on fire
in them you see you whole life
you don't believe me
when I tell you they're just bubbles of air
So I tap the required black ball point pen ...
#family
#freedom
#escape #SelfWorth
#escape #SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2021 6:35am
20th May 2021 6:35am
Oh, Mariana
I want to write to you
in echoed thoughts
and tell you about the fish
swimming in my head
like my mind is an ocean
and my body is it's receding vessel
I wonder if I would find myself
at the bottom of the Mariana Trench
would I know myself in the lightlessness?
would I still exist under the bone crushing pressure
of waters infinity?
I don't know
perhaps there is freedom
in shadowlessness
in bones ground to wet dust
in thoughts only the dead can hear
I write letters
in echoes to myself...
in echoed thoughts
and tell you about the fish
swimming in my head
like my mind is an ocean
and my body is it's receding vessel
I wonder if I would find myself
at the bottom of the Mariana Trench
would I know myself in the lightlessness?
would I still exist under the bone crushing pressure
of waters infinity?
I don't know
perhaps there is freedom
in shadowlessness
in bones ground to wet dust
in thoughts only the dead can hear
I write letters
in echoes to myself...
#loneliness
#identity
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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