Submissions by Inkerpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 2:07am
13th Jun 2020 2:07am
barhop
it was a bad day to decide
to become a bum on the street.
i stood downtown watching
the parade of madness,
and maybe they all wondered -
why was I there.
about 40 degrees it was, and
i had to piss so i rushed into a bar.
then i rushed into another bar
with very few people inside.
some low volume music
and tito's vodka that did me little
to no good.
so i'd gotten there too close to
closing and would have to fend
against the cold weather again
or find another bar.
...
to become a bum on the street.
i stood downtown watching
the parade of madness,
and maybe they all wondered -
why was I there.
about 40 degrees it was, and
i had to piss so i rushed into a bar.
then i rushed into another bar
with very few people inside.
some low volume music
and tito's vodka that did me little
to no good.
so i'd gotten there too close to
closing and would have to fend
against the cold weather again
or find another bar.
...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
1022 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2020 3:49am
27th May 2020 3:49am
a darkness floods the magnolia hills.
A darkness floods the magnolia hills.
A place once so soft and subtle,
but now that gentleness is gone.
A chill rides through these hills
under a sky of crying white lilly.
There was once your lips your kiss --
now an unexplained P H E N O M E N A
Now there are no road signs, sunshine,
no arrows to point me back
to our once upon a time.
Now only your absence ...
A place once so soft and subtle,
but now that gentleness is gone.
A chill rides through these hills
under a sky of crying white lilly.
There was once your lips your kiss --
now an unexplained P H E N O M E N A
Now there are no road signs, sunshine,
no arrows to point me back
to our once upon a time.
Now only your absence ...
#love
#heartbroken
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 3:55am
27th Mar 2020 3:55am
In the Deep of the Night
In the deep of the night, inside a grimy motel room
she falls to her knees.
In the deep of the night a trigger is pulled,
another soul gone.
Old age sways with me with you with us,
in the deep of the night.
In the deep of the night it was all written.
And the women clench their keys.
And the other women, looking for
blood and wine, raise their thin skirts.
In...
she falls to her knees.
In the deep of the night a trigger is pulled,
another soul gone.
Old age sways with me with you with us,
in the deep of the night.
In the deep of the night it was all written.
And the women clench their keys.
And the other women, looking for
blood and wine, raise their thin skirts.
In...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2020 5:32pm
5th Jan 2020 5:32pm
a time will come
A time will come
when our faces will be sagging faces;
the world pollocked onto our retinas,
spines like bent straws,
our hacksaw minds
shot into oblivion
by the gods of time.
The burning bush of youth
now settling its flame.
when our faces will be sagging faces;
the world pollocked onto our retinas,
spines like bent straws,
our hacksaw minds
shot into oblivion
by the gods of time.
The burning bush of youth
now settling its flame.
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
1231 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2019 6:45am
15th Dec 2019 6:45am
At Methodist for the heart X-ray
my mind is a torn and stunted page
out of the book of destruction.
I cannot tell left from right
down these narrow white halls --
mostly do to some crippling anxiety.
and the woman down at the desk
asks me what am I doing with my life.
yes what am I doing with my life?
yesterday my hair turned white.
yesterday the acv did not work.
yesterday I washed the dog.
yesterday I laughed in sober moments
and flicked a roach off of a glass window.
but I thought about
how different all things could've...
out of the book of destruction.
I cannot tell left from right
down these narrow white halls --
mostly do to some crippling anxiety.
and the woman down at the desk
asks me what am I doing with my life.
yes what am I doing with my life?
yesterday my hair turned white.
yesterday the acv did not work.
yesterday I washed the dog.
yesterday I laughed in sober moments
and flicked a roach off of a glass window.
but I thought about
how different all things could've...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#myself
886 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2019 9:27pm
13th Jan 2019 9:27pm
you are much more than this
much more than this.
much more than the SILENCE
c
r
e
e
p
i
n
g
between the brain and the heart.
much more than this need
and not getting what is needed.
much more than longing for love,
then evading
its touch as it nears.
much more than fear.
you are much more
than dark and rain.
you are heart
and soul
and flame.
much more than the SILENCE
c
r
e
e
p
i
n
g
between the brain and the heart.
much more than this need
and not getting what is needed.
much more than longing for love,
then evading
its touch as it nears.
much more than fear.
you are much more
than dark and rain.
you are heart
and soul
and flame.
#LifeStruggles
1215 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2018 9:15pm
13th Dec 2018 9:15pm
untitled or (As My Shadow Walked Beside Me)
i'd lock away the darkness if i could,
but now i just take sharp turns
into the alleyway
where the cat has hung his corpse.
i'll hang mine there too and be done
for the worry of tomorrow.
sometimes
nothing makes sense in my world
and not even the tree
knows how to dance.
one last time
my step is loaded blues.
i let the shadows eat me.
i let a woman walk by
and i never looked.
she'll have another heart to break
or be broken by.
but now i just take sharp turns
into the alleyway
where the cat has hung his corpse.
i'll hang mine there too and be done
for the worry of tomorrow.
sometimes
nothing makes sense in my world
and not even the tree
knows how to dance.
one last time
my step is loaded blues.
i let the shadows eat me.
i let a woman walk by
and i never looked.
she'll have another heart to break
or be broken by.
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
1178 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2018 4:12pm
13th Nov 2018 4:12pm
a woman loves
Its haunting
How a woman
loves
And comes
With a song.
She loves
And leaves butterflies
in my brain.
When I sleep,
Or slip away into the dusk
For a walk,
Or sit on a bench
Watching
as the sun goes by --
I do it all
In my seemingly quiet.
But inside of my mind
The flowers;
As soft as her lips,
As deep as her eyes,
Are vibrant
And joyously
laughing.
How a woman
loves
And comes
With a song.
She loves
And leaves butterflies
in my brain.
When I sleep,
Or slip away into the dusk
For a walk,
Or sit on a bench
Watching
as the sun goes by --
I do it all
In my seemingly quiet.
But inside of my mind
The flowers;
As soft as her lips,
As deep as her eyes,
Are vibrant
And joyously
laughing.
#love
#women
#inspirational
1297 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2018 5:38pm
14th Oct 2018 5:38pm
of love and its brokenness
these broken people.
hinterland love affairs.
armed silhouettes
carved
into the shade of night.
and the bawls of love,
in warning of this love
which has no mercy.
hinterland love affairs.
armed silhouettes
carved
into the shade of night.
and the bawls of love,
in warning of this love
which has no mercy.
#love
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
896 reads
2 Comments
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