Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, dark.
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
66 reads
4 Comments
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
54 reads
1 Comment
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
62 reads
2 Comments
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
69 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2021 10:56pm
19th Apr 2021 10:56pm
there's a fence with my name on it, and I've named it indecision
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
I'm happier when I'm not here
but there's comfort in the known
and I keep trying to find
something to hold on to
But my fingers slip
and your fingers slip
and we both know a truth
we can't say
without exposing the cracks
in the lies that keep us here
familiar yet miserable
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
My life on hold
while I stand in the doorway
one foot...
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
I'm happier when I'm not here
but there's comfort in the known
and I keep trying to find
something to hold on to
But my fingers slip
and your fingers slip
and we both know a truth
we can't say
without exposing the cracks
in the lies that keep us here
familiar yet miserable
This door is revolving
my heart's on one side
my head's on the other
My life on hold
while I stand in the doorway
one foot...
#relationships
90 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2021 5:22am
30th Mar 2021 5:22am
one foot out the door
You are the graze of barely touched skin
bruised with the force of the last time
we got too close in heated debate
I wear the purple indentations
under my skin
where no one will see them
I've become good at lying where it counts
and no one knows the face you wear
behind closed doors
When I leave I'll be the crazy one
and you'll wear the clothes of a martyr
that stood too close to a woman scorned
for no good reason
Or so the story will go
when you retell it like you're brave
for...
bruised with the force of the last time
we got too close in heated debate
I wear the purple indentations
under my skin
where no one will see them
I've become good at lying where it counts
and no one knows the face you wear
behind closed doors
When I leave I'll be the crazy one
and you'll wear the clothes of a martyr
that stood too close to a woman scorned
for no good reason
Or so the story will go
when you retell it like you're brave
for...
#heartbroken
#DomesticViolence
187 reads
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2021 10:08am
7th Mar 2021 10:08am
the burning blue
These days slide silently
against each other
interchangeable
My sunburnt shoulders
are all I have mark the passage
of time between yesterday's rain
and today's burning blue
I'm lonely
I'm bored and I'm boring
I'm disconnected
and there is never enough time
to recharge
I try to find myself in small ways
poetry
art
sarcastic internet quotes
books and stories
that slide into each other
most promptly forgotten
once they're done
These daysI feel
more like...
against each other
interchangeable
My sunburnt shoulders
are all I have mark the passage
of time between yesterday's rain
and today's burning blue
I'm lonely
I'm bored and I'm boring
I'm disconnected
and there is never enough time
to recharge
I try to find myself in small ways
poetry
art
sarcastic internet quotes
books and stories
that slide into each other
most promptly forgotten
once they're done
These daysI feel
more like...
#depression
#loneliness
#identity
143 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2021 10:33am
26th Feb 2021 10:33am
the lonely garden
It bleeds through
filters down
covers me in its desolation
All the sunlight is grey
and the trees are dying
in slow motion
I feel at one with them
this slow death
I can't see an end to
You don't know me
in this place
this lonely garden
of grass and one dying tree
that I lie under
staring up at grey filtered sunlight
You cast shadows
when all I want is the light
grey and dull as it is
Beneath this tree
there is only room for one
and everything about you ...
filters down
covers me in its desolation
All the sunlight is grey
and the trees are dying
in slow motion
I feel at one with them
this slow death
I can't see an end to
You don't know me
in this place
this lonely garden
of grass and one dying tree
that I lie under
staring up at grey filtered sunlight
You cast shadows
when all I want is the light
grey and dull as it is
Beneath this tree
there is only room for one
and everything about you ...
#depression
#loneliness
90 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
22nd Feb 2021 10:40am
a note regarding a recently hidden poem
I removed my DV poem recently. Two people commented and what really got me was the victim shaming of the first commentor.
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
Firstly because the poem may not have been about me, and if it was, who is to say that it's not a poem about something that happened in the past, and I'm simply writing about it now.
Secondly, because DV relationships are so nuanced that it can be hard for so many reasons, for victims to leave.
For a lot of people with nowhere to go, the choice between staying and homelessness is a huge factor. They may not have any friends and family in...
#conflict
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
159 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2021 00:01am
8th Feb 2021 00:01am
blurred lines
I will not apologise
for you making me uncomfortable
I will not bend to the guilt trip
on the end of your tongue
I have spent too long breaking myself
just to stay in the good graces
of people who have wronged me
I am tired
and I thought you
were better than petty offences
that sit between things that aren't said
We all have our secrets
but I won't hold the unknowable
to my chest and pretend
like it holds something precious
when all it holds is a what if
with no satisfiable answer ...
for you making me uncomfortable
I will not bend to the guilt trip
on the end of your tongue
I have spent too long breaking myself
just to stay in the good graces
of people who have wronged me
I am tired
and I thought you
were better than petty offences
that sit between things that aren't said
We all have our secrets
but I won't hold the unknowable
to my chest and pretend
like it holds something precious
when all it holds is a what if
with no satisfiable answer ...
#heartbroken
#friendship
#hurt
137 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2021 00:29am
5th Feb 2021 00:29am
the shadows on the wall are more exciting than you
When we met you were an adventure
waiting to happen
now
after too many years I realise
you're where adventures go to die
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(C) Indie Adams 2021
waiting to happen
now
after too many years I realise
you're where adventures go to die
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.
(C) Indie Adams 2021
#disappointment
116 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2021 10:36pm
31st Jan 2021 10:36pm
slow poison
Loneliness spreads like poison ivy in my veins
I'm not sure what I'm doing here
when I spend more waking hours
dreaming of being somewhere else
than I do trying to study
the beautiful nuances of your face
that used to make me smile in wonder
There's a coldness in you I don't remember
and while your touch is still like fire
on my skin I wonder if it's love
or convenience that drives your insistence
I know you loved me once
What we have now doesn't look like love
to my heart
I dare you to call...
I'm not sure what I'm doing here
when I spend more waking hours
dreaming of being somewhere else
than I do trying to study
the beautiful nuances of your face
that used to make me smile in wonder
There's a coldness in you I don't remember
and while your touch is still like fire
on my skin I wonder if it's love
or convenience that drives your insistence
I know you loved me once
What we have now doesn't look like love
to my heart
I dare you to call...
#love
#loneliness
#heartbroken #emptiness
#heartbroken #emptiness
134 reads
3 Comments
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