Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, and dark.
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2019 2:23am
18th Sep 2019 2:23am
blood and marrow
My bones bloom flowers
without poetry
I no longer have the words
to show you my soul
or explain the way
I have fractured myself
My heart is like an erratic coffee stain
the black mark sinking so indelibly inside
I can't scrub the anxiety from
my consciousness
Coins fall from my hands
in reverse prosperity
that can never fill your cup
and never will
when I have more
than my own bones
to stay alive for
Loneliness is more
than...
without poetry
I no longer have the words
to show you my soul
or explain the way
I have fractured myself
My heart is like an erratic coffee stain
the black mark sinking so indelibly inside
I can't scrub the anxiety from
my consciousness
Coins fall from my hands
in reverse prosperity
that can never fill your cup
and never will
when I have more
than my own bones
to stay alive for
Loneliness is more
than...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #MentalHealth
#loneliness #MentalHealth
122 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 4:22pm
14th Jun 2019 4:22pm
words of silence
I imagine we talk in tongues of silence
but I'm not sure you miss my words
the way I miss the space between your thoughts
I'm lonely without you
though my dreams no longer feature you
with your soul stripped bare
You found the sunlight
while I languish
in these melancholy shadows
I keep calling home
'cause there's beauty in the overcast
if you learn to ignore the rain
And I ache with the absence of people
that hold my heart to ransom
unknowing of the way my ribcage creaks their names
when there's...
but I'm not sure you miss my words
the way I miss the space between your thoughts
I'm lonely without you
though my dreams no longer feature you
with your soul stripped bare
You found the sunlight
while I languish
in these melancholy shadows
I keep calling home
'cause there's beauty in the overcast
if you learn to ignore the rain
And I ache with the absence of people
that hold my heart to ransom
unknowing of the way my ribcage creaks their names
when there's...
#love
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
124 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2019 12:39pm
19th May 2019 12:39pm
how can we escape this?
He uses his words as weapons
to get what he wants
and the bruises they leave
are ones you can't see
and I wish it was as easy
as just walking away
to save you
to save me
from the things that'll still haunt
in a million tomorrows
I've heard words that aren't true
in arguments that are flawed
but it doesn't stop the shaky stutter
of fear in my voice
that can't defend you
that can't defend me
from the war that's raging in his mind
and on his tongue
there was no sense in yesterday's battles ...
to get what he wants
and the bruises they leave
are ones you can't see
and I wish it was as easy
as just walking away
to save you
to save me
from the things that'll still haunt
in a million tomorrows
I've heard words that aren't true
in arguments that are flawed
but it doesn't stop the shaky stutter
of fear in my voice
that can't defend you
that can't defend me
from the war that's raging in his mind
and on his tongue
there was no sense in yesterday's battles ...
#family
#violence
#DomesticViolence
117 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2019 10:27am
7th Mar 2019 10:27am
threads
Chapter 1
I was always the kind of kid
that had to sit at the grown up table
'cause I wanted to see the world through
their grown up eyes
drinking in all the ideas and philosophies
they laid before me
as I just listened
He wore black skinny jeans
drank black coffee
and smoked roll-your-own cigarettes
one of my dad's workmates
he was the coolest person
my nine year old eyes had ever seen
leather skinned, grey haired
a million stories in the lines of his face
that I...
I was always the kind of kid
that had to sit at the grown up table
'cause I wanted to see the world through
their grown up eyes
drinking in all the ideas and philosophies
they laid before me
as I just listened
He wore black skinny jeans
drank black coffee
and smoked roll-your-own cigarettes
one of my dad's workmates
he was the coolest person
my nine year old eyes had ever seen
leather skinned, grey haired
a million stories in the lines of his face
that I...
#identity
#memories
160 reads
6 Comments
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
128 reads
3 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
236 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
179 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
250 reads
7 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
201 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
145 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
175 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
190 reads
3 Comments
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