Submissions by Inkstitution
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
New at this, raw and uncut. Mixes emotion in short phrases, hopefully leaving enough room for you to read between the lines
FLIGHT 304
Tempting swift glances
At 25.000 feet height
A naked shoulder revealed
Exposed by accident
The touch by sight
Caused turbulence
The toilet light went on
Way before the descent
At 25.000 feet height
A naked shoulder revealed
Exposed by accident
The touch by sight
Caused turbulence
The toilet light went on
Way before the descent
680 reads
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En début de matinée
The quest inside the mind
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
874 reads
8 Comments
THE FLIP SIDE
She said she loved the fall
The rain on the window
The long walks in the forest
The blankets by candlelight
She forgot to mention
The water curtain was to hide
That she only had the fireplace
To keep her warm inside
The rain on the window
The long walks in the forest
The blankets by candlelight
She forgot to mention
The water curtain was to hide
That she only had the fireplace
To keep her warm inside
459 reads
12 Comments
Like a daisy
She took her time
To thoroughly count the leaves
He loves me He loves me not
He loves me He loves me not
By the time she reached the end
All that was left was his heart
It didn't matter anymore
To thoroughly count the leaves
He loves me He loves me not
He loves me He loves me not
By the time she reached the end
All that was left was his heart
It didn't matter anymore
675 reads
14 Comments
ALL'S WELL...
When turmoil rivers
of creativity and unrest
play leaping frog
with my soul
I look for solitude
within my core
to find missing ends
that make it feel
like all’s well
of creativity and unrest
play leaping frog
with my soul
I look for solitude
within my core
to find missing ends
that make it feel
like all’s well
732 reads
9 Comments
THE MUSEUM (a short story)
Early twentieth century
industrial monument of craftsmanship.
A fitting atmosphere and space
for art, opinions and observations.
Musing, I stroll, chamber by chamber
through numerous centuries and art movements.
The afternoon providing me with the according light
Next to me an old man;
almost absorbed by the brush strokes on the canvas.
The next room, contemporary. Corbijn: the reason for my visit here.
Perfect light captured in moody black and whites.
Minimalistic theater as art. Impressive...
When suddenly
A subtile touch,...
industrial monument of craftsmanship.
A fitting atmosphere and space
for art, opinions and observations.
Musing, I stroll, chamber by chamber
through numerous centuries and art movements.
The afternoon providing me with the according light
Next to me an old man;
almost absorbed by the brush strokes on the canvas.
The next room, contemporary. Corbijn: the reason for my visit here.
Perfect light captured in moody black and whites.
Minimalistic theater as art. Impressive...
When suddenly
A subtile touch,...
776 reads
8 Comments
Insight information
The eyes can't lie
They tell me the truth
Your color of heart
Your depth of life
I wonder sometimes
Which sight of you
The eyes or truth
Hold me captive
Keep me mesmerized
They tell me the truth
Your color of heart
Your depth of life
I wonder sometimes
Which sight of you
The eyes or truth
Hold me captive
Keep me mesmerized
754 reads
11 Comments
GEM
I value them so much
Those beautiful things
When gently displayed
In such small sizes
This humble posture
Adds to their value
Makes them more
Charming and priceless
(image: sundew)
Those beautiful things
When gently displayed
In such small sizes
This humble posture
Adds to their value
Makes them more
Charming and priceless
(image: sundew)
822 reads
13 Comments
MONS VENERIS
(visual poem)
Guided by senses
I follow the slope
To encounter
The depth behind
In full climax
Guided by senses
I follow the slope
To encounter
The depth behind
In full climax
#erotic
1659 reads
6 Comments
CLOSER
Inside these rooms
Where numb shadows
Hide fading memories
With utmost care
A soul in isolation
Stares behind iron bars
Passes daylight in the hope
That maybe there
Today or tomorrow
The wait was not in vain
And grace would show her presence
As she combed her hair
Where numb shadows
Hide fading memories
With utmost care
A soul in isolation
Stares behind iron bars
Passes daylight in the hope
That maybe there
Today or tomorrow
The wait was not in vain
And grace would show her presence
As she combed her hair
848 reads
8 Comments
WEEDS
Hidden
Deep inside my strength
Lays my origin
A vulnerability
That knows
No defeat
Deep inside my strength
Lays my origin
A vulnerability
That knows
No defeat
703 reads
14 Comments
LEARN
Do not forget
All the tears
Of last fall
All the tears
Of last fall
#memories
#learning
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5 Comments
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