Submissions by Indie (Miss Indie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction human, quirky, dark.
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
77 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
77 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
55 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
106 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
101 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
.
.
.
.
.
(C) Indie Adams 2021
waiting to happen
now
after too many years I realise
you're where adventures go to die
.
.
.
.
.
(C) Indie Adams 2021
#disappointment
73 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
91 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
30th Jan 2021 10:58pm
there's no ghosts here
I hang up washing inside
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
out of the reaching fingers of rain
that would have us clothesless
for a few more days
He won't come near this room
can barely step inside
without his insides breaking
into emotions you can't lock in a box
I can still see her last breaths here
if I remember to look backwards through time
a nurse of one side of her bed
me holding her hand telling her
it's going to be okay
though she wasn't lucid enough
to know I was lying
I wasn't there for her last breath
maybe I'd...
#grief
#death
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
70 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2021 8:51am
29th Jan 2021 8:51am
sleight of hand
I try and find salvation in the pages of books
The only time I can breathe
is when I'm somewhere else
somewhere else
anywhere but here
I find freedom in book stores
all the stories make me feel alive
though I can never hope
to read them all
they offer the potential of new worlds
I haven't yet considered
and old worlds I have yet discovered
If I lived forever I couldn't hope
to contain them all in my soul
They are so much more interesting
than my story
with its demons of weakness ...
The only time I can breathe
is when I'm somewhere else
somewhere else
anywhere but here
I find freedom in book stores
all the stories make me feel alive
though I can never hope
to read them all
they offer the potential of new worlds
I haven't yet considered
and old worlds I have yet discovered
If I lived forever I couldn't hope
to contain them all in my soul
They are so much more interesting
than my story
with its demons of weakness ...
#identity
#myself
57 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2021 5:14am
28th Jan 2021 5:14am
old comforts
The cards feel familiar in my hands
though it's been years since I've done this
my belief in magic traded for cynicism
and spiritual fractures
I thought I saw them for what they were
pretty pictures painted on cards
telling me things I wanted to hear
...
I wanted to believe in soul mates
an all conquering connection
that could survive the sharp edges
of this world
But life is not a story plucked
from the romantic pages of a book
with happy endings or resolutions
our hearts can...
though it's been years since I've done this
my belief in magic traded for cynicism
and spiritual fractures
I thought I saw them for what they were
pretty pictures painted on cards
telling me things I wanted to hear
...
I wanted to believe in soul mates
an all conquering connection
that could survive the sharp edges
of this world
But life is not a story plucked
from the romantic pages of a book
with happy endings or resolutions
our hearts can...
#love
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
49 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2021 10:38am
17th Jan 2021 10:38am
the silence is heavier than the song
We suffer in the silences
our hearts and minds elsewhere
and I wonder where you've gone
as I sit right beside you
my mind lost in some other place
where your secrets hurt less
than the things we aren't saying
I dream of an empty bed
your legs a memory in the bed sheets
and I remember when we'd lie
tangled in each other's limbs
unable to get enough
of each other's skin
Today you haven't kissed me
and my fingers have done nothing more
than graze your arm in faux sympathy
as you complain...
our hearts and minds elsewhere
and I wonder where you've gone
as I sit right beside you
my mind lost in some other place
where your secrets hurt less
than the things we aren't saying
I dream of an empty bed
your legs a memory in the bed sheets
and I remember when we'd lie
tangled in each other's limbs
unable to get enough
of each other's skin
Today you haven't kissed me
and my fingers have done nothing more
than graze your arm in faux sympathy
as you complain...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
79 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2020 6:11am
26th Dec 2020 6:11am
last breaths don't linger
Everyday was the same
until it wasn't
the days grew old without us noticing
until they weren't there at all
She believed in small miracles
no man or god could ever deliver
but we stoked that hope
like a fire that would never die
because without hope
there would be no peace
between the spaces of sleeping
and waking and breathing
There was no better tomorrows
despite our hopeless dreams
time had run out
on the feel good days
were we could sit outside and paint
blow bubbles into the wind ...
until it wasn't
the days grew old without us noticing
until they weren't there at all
She believed in small miracles
no man or god could ever deliver
but we stoked that hope
like a fire that would never die
because without hope
there would be no peace
between the spaces of sleeping
and waking and breathing
There was no better tomorrows
despite our hopeless dreams
time had run out
on the feel good days
were we could sit outside and paint
blow bubbles into the wind ...
#love
#grief
#family
#death
#cancer
86 reads
2 Comments
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