Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, and dark.
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 6:43am
24th Jun 2020 6:43am
waiting for tomorrow
You dare big dreams that never come
and not for lack of dreaming
you just can't weave your fingers
into the threads tight enough to hold on
when letting go is so easy
at the end of your fingertips
You tell yourself tomorrow will be better
tomorrow will be closer than today
closer than yesterday
closer than five years, ten years
... fifteen
... you've lost count
The years disappear while you're counting
while you're waiting
while you're dreaming dreams only
in your head
And still you tell...
and not for lack of dreaming
you just can't weave your fingers
into the threads tight enough to hold on
when letting go is so easy
at the end of your fingertips
You tell yourself tomorrow will be better
tomorrow will be closer than today
closer than yesterday
closer than five years, ten years
... fifteen
... you've lost count
The years disappear while you're counting
while you're waiting
while you're dreaming dreams only
in your head
And still you tell...
#identity
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
43 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2020 4:34am
19th Jun 2020 4:34am
rosy
I blow raspberries on fresh skin
watch the world light up in giggles
Some days it's the simple things
that we need the most
© Indie Adams 2020
watch the world light up in giggles
Some days it's the simple things
that we need the most
© Indie Adams 2020
#love
#children
#motherhood #family
#motherhood #family
50 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 2:15am
14th Jun 2020 2:15am
sunshine
You chase the light
like the shadows are beneath you
your sunshine brightening
the darkness that wears me
like a moonless midnight rain
Sometimes I can forget the cold
in the warmth of your smile
and I live for those moments
fleeting as they are
If I could freeze time for you
I would
and let your love heal
the spaces within me that give way
to the darkness too easily
I need more than what the darkness gives
© Indie Adams 2020
like the shadows are beneath you
your sunshine brightening
the darkness that wears me
like a moonless midnight rain
Sometimes I can forget the cold
in the warmth of your smile
and I live for those moments
fleeting as they are
If I could freeze time for you
I would
and let your love heal
the spaces within me that give way
to the darkness too easily
I need more than what the darkness gives
© Indie Adams 2020
#love
#depression
#children
93 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 9:08am
7th Jun 2020 9:08am
discontent
1.
I hang out laundry at midnight
and cry into the frozen arms of the full moon
frosted grass licking at my feet
and I wonder, how and when
did I climb into this melancholic basin
that finds me in tears
at the turn of every day
unable to let go of the things
that stop me dreaming
when perhaps dreaming is the problem
I can't have it all
2.
"God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference"
If...
I hang out laundry at midnight
and cry into the frozen arms of the full moon
frosted grass licking at my feet
and I wonder, how and when
did I climb into this melancholic basin
that finds me in tears
at the turn of every day
unable to let go of the things
that stop me dreaming
when perhaps dreaming is the problem
I can't have it all
2.
"God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference"
If...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
78 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2020 1:01am
31st May 2020 1:01am
the crush of it
We worry about money
like worrying it will fix what's wrong
you blame me for what you call frivolous spending
like the holes in my shoes
will make it through the winter
without getting wider
I blame you for your addictions
without saying a word
because I don't need to
when you say what's already unspoken
by my lips
our lives would be easier
if you knew how to stop
We worry about money
like worrying it will fix what's wrong
like worrying will buy us a new bed
one that doesn't have us going to sleep young ...
like worrying it will fix what's wrong
you blame me for what you call frivolous spending
like the holes in my shoes
will make it through the winter
without getting wider
I blame you for your addictions
without saying a word
because I don't need to
when you say what's already unspoken
by my lips
our lives would be easier
if you knew how to stop
We worry about money
like worrying it will fix what's wrong
like worrying will buy us a new bed
one that doesn't have us going to sleep young ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#money
#poverty
72 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2020 9:33am
26th May 2020 9:33am
small magics
You smile like the world will never end
like this moment is the only moment
worth living for
and some days for me
it is
(C) Indie Adams 2020
like this moment is the only moment
worth living for
and some days for me
it is
(C) Indie Adams 2020
#love
#depression
#children
#motherhood
#family
78 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th May 2020 9:17am
26th May 2020 9:17am
The Adventures of Rat-Bird: Bedtime
Once upon a time in a messy house there lived a mum, a dad, a big sister, a baby brother, and a parrot called Rat-Bird.
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Every day in the messy house with mum, dad, big sis, and baby brother was a little bit different, but they always ended the same way. With bedtime.
Rat-Bird was mostly very good at bedtimes. When he was little he liked to fall asleep cuddled up in mum's shirt, or snuggled up in one of baby's blankets, resting on dad's chest. Sometimes he'd...
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Every day in the messy house with mum, dad, big sis, and baby brother was a little bit different, but they always ended the same way. With bedtime.
Rat-Bird was mostly very good at bedtimes. When he was little he liked to fall asleep cuddled up in mum's shirt, or snuggled up in one of baby's blankets, resting on dad's chest. Sometimes he'd...
#children
#family
#animals #ShortStory
#animals #ShortStory
61 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Apr 2020 11:36am
28th Apr 2020 11:36am
The Adventures of Rat-Bird: The Kitchen
Once upon a time in a messy house there lived a mum, a dad, a big sister, a baby brother, and a parrot called Rat-Bird.
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Rat-Bird's favourite place to explore, as always, was the kitchen. Mum and dad would always leave out something on the kitchen bench for him. His favourite things to eat where apples. pears, spinach, sweet potatoes and cabbage. He once ate all the flowers out of a drink bottle vase, the flowers a gift from one of mum's friends. Mum wasn't sad that...
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Rat-Bird's favourite place to explore, as always, was the kitchen. Mum and dad would always leave out something on the kitchen bench for him. His favourite things to eat where apples. pears, spinach, sweet potatoes and cabbage. He once ate all the flowers out of a drink bottle vase, the flowers a gift from one of mum's friends. Mum wasn't sad that...
#children
#animals
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
98 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 1:45am
20th Mar 2020 1:45am
On the edge of a hospital car park
I picked up a dying butterfly off the pavement today
and left it in a flower bed
knowing it couldn't understand or appreciate
the reasons why
© Indie Adams 2020
and left it in a flower bed
knowing it couldn't understand or appreciate
the reasons why
© Indie Adams 2020
#death
#philosophical
127 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 2:55am
19th Mar 2020 2:55am
Neo[n]-natal
You're fluro in a disco room
only you're not
the neon hues and UV lights
aren't here for a good night out
I've barely slept in days
and there will be little sleep tonight
I ache in places that should be healing
but life has other ideas
I miss the warmth of my bed
and watching you breathe beside me
I miss the overly bassy stereo
playing shit songs from the radio
I miss my kitchen that I can never
keep properly clean
I miss almond milk
and last nights left overs
I miss snuggling on the couch ...
only you're not
the neon hues and UV lights
aren't here for a good night out
I've barely slept in days
and there will be little sleep tonight
I ache in places that should be healing
but life has other ideas
I miss the warmth of my bed
and watching you breathe beside me
I miss the overly bassy stereo
playing shit songs from the radio
I miss my kitchen that I can never
keep properly clean
I miss almond milk
and last nights left overs
I miss snuggling on the couch ...
#children
#family
109 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2020 6:59am
17th Feb 2020 6:59am
perinatal depression
The lights flicker in a daytime house
unnoticed by the casual observers
who've never seen the shadows cast on the walls
when the curtains are closed
To look at me you wouldn't know my soul
hasn't seen the sun in days
I'm always fine when you can't see me
I'm the brave face with the masquerade smile
that'll pass for genuine if you don't look to close
and these days no one looks that closely
at my crumbling face to notice me at all
Today I cried myself awake
and tonight I'll cry myself to sleep
without being...
unnoticed by the casual observers
who've never seen the shadows cast on the walls
when the curtains are closed
To look at me you wouldn't know my soul
hasn't seen the sun in days
I'm always fine when you can't see me
I'm the brave face with the masquerade smile
that'll pass for genuine if you don't look to close
and these days no one looks that closely
at my crumbling face to notice me at all
Today I cried myself awake
and tonight I'll cry myself to sleep
without being...
#depression
116 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 11:25am
11th Jan 2020 11:25am
there might be a story somewhere beneath the rubble
I watch it crumble
hold the fragments in my hands
and bleed with all the things
I can't change
If you'd asked me a year ago
what kind of book my life would be
I'd have told you it's a mystery
full of future adventures
and unknowns
if you asked me now
I'd say it's a tragedy
No one warns you about loss
how it breaks you apart
until there's nothing but dust
on your fingertips
everything you held precious
blown away on the wind
The storm...
maybe...
hold the fragments in my hands
and bleed with all the things
I can't change
If you'd asked me a year ago
what kind of book my life would be
I'd have told you it's a mystery
full of future adventures
and unknowns
if you asked me now
I'd say it's a tragedy
No one warns you about loss
how it breaks you apart
until there's nothing but dust
on your fingertips
everything you held precious
blown away on the wind
The storm...
maybe...
#love
#grief
#family
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