Submissions by IntoTheRain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When it gets heavy, the pen feels so light. That’s why I write. If something is taking up space in my mind, on the paper it goes.
Rear View Mirror
It was two months before I let myself cry over it.
Sitting alone on the bed,
it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning- the feeling still remained.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia”,
reads the sign in the rear view mirror.
We would drive miles through...
Sitting alone on the bed,
it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning- the feeling still remained.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia”,
reads the sign in the rear view mirror.
We would drive miles through...
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It is like they moved away.
It is like being a tree in Autumn,
I am a tree without any leaves.
It is like viewing a couple less colors,
when I open my eyes in the morning to see.
It is like losing a thumb,
you only notice it's gone when you pick up a cup.
It is like seeing a miracle,
and turning around to have no one there to tell.
It is like sleeping the days away,
but telling everyone that you are well.
It is like a deep heart ache,
one that time doesn't help heal.
It is like losing the inner you,
and not knowing how you should feel.
I am a tree without any leaves.
It is like viewing a couple less colors,
when I open my eyes in the morning to see.
It is like losing a thumb,
you only notice it's gone when you pick up a cup.
It is like seeing a miracle,
and turning around to have no one there to tell.
It is like sleeping the days away,
but telling everyone that you are well.
It is like a deep heart ache,
one that time doesn't help heal.
It is like losing the inner you,
and not knowing how you should feel.
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Our Atlantic
I question the time I stay there,
the place where my soul becomes a sea.
The deep blue is limitless,
the majestic and mysterious me.
Hearts are intimate and tranquil you'll find,
but unstable and crashing is the mind.
Wondrous and daring, it teaches us to grow.
The ominous waves we must row, we must row.
the place where my soul becomes a sea.
The deep blue is limitless,
the majestic and mysterious me.
Hearts are intimate and tranquil you'll find,
but unstable and crashing is the mind.
Wondrous and daring, it teaches us to grow.
The ominous waves we must row, we must row.
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Into The Rain - Part II
I sit and look out the window,
as the rain performs a dance.
It is the last time I will think of this.
Soon, like the storm, it will pass.
My hands seem cold,
so I tuck them in my pocket.
These painful memories release,
like the opening of a locket.
Relief, that this hurt is healing.
This storm will be gone by the evening.
as the rain performs a dance.
It is the last time I will think of this.
Soon, like the storm, it will pass.
My hands seem cold,
so I tuck them in my pocket.
These painful memories release,
like the opening of a locket.
Relief, that this hurt is healing.
This storm will be gone by the evening.
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We must remember.
We crawled up from sea,
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
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After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of...
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Follow
A flexible mind,
all it requires.
An open heart,
free of desires.
To meet pain with understanding,
rage with peace.
An important task,
one I seek.
all it requires.
An open heart,
free of desires.
To meet pain with understanding,
rage with peace.
An important task,
one I seek.
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The Alpha and the Moon
Oh, be something - you love and understand"
plays over the bar speakers.
As we sit and finish our pale ales,
we are all deep thinkers.
I can remember my childhood well.
And the intense pain of my high school years.
It all seems so long ago,
now aging is apart of my new fears.
The time, it crept by so sneaky.
I look around at my life.
The new me at twenty five.
It has taken this long just to get it half right.
As the day goes down,
we sit here together.
We have all shared similar journeys, ...
plays over the bar speakers.
As we sit and finish our pale ales,
we are all deep thinkers.
I can remember my childhood well.
And the intense pain of my high school years.
It all seems so long ago,
now aging is apart of my new fears.
The time, it crept by so sneaky.
I look around at my life.
The new me at twenty five.
It has taken this long just to get it half right.
As the day goes down,
we sit here together.
We have all shared similar journeys, ...
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Newborn
The azul blue cast behind
the timber browns of bark.
Reminding that Spring is upon us,
returning from a winter so stark.
Hints of lilac and sage
lay against the ragged ground.
Meadows bow down to the Mountains,
the rebirth of nature well-found.
Newborn sprouts find strength from her rays,
A beautiful entrance to thriving future days.
the timber browns of bark.
Reminding that Spring is upon us,
returning from a winter so stark.
Hints of lilac and sage
lay against the ragged ground.
Meadows bow down to the Mountains,
the rebirth of nature well-found.
Newborn sprouts find strength from her rays,
A beautiful entrance to thriving future days.
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The thought is always the same
Sabotage me,
my thoughts
- they do.
Reminding me,
of the old you.
I see your face,
and the youth in your eyes.
To think I was once close to you,
my god, why?
You're rotten on the inside,
but handsome as the day.
You're still a charmer,
it is like you never age.
Every time I think of you,
the thought is always the same.
"I once loved a mad man,
and he brought me much pain."
my thoughts
- they do.
Reminding me,
of the old you.
I see your face,
and the youth in your eyes.
To think I was once close to you,
my god, why?
You're rotten on the inside,
but handsome as the day.
You're still a charmer,
it is like you never age.
Every time I think of you,
the thought is always the same.
"I once loved a mad man,
and he brought me much pain."
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Bowing the strings.
At last, night fall.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
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Magic
The magic of memories I still keep,
so close to my spirit.
Of us two young girls wandering,
finding our way so fearless.
Autumn sunsets where our feet
guided down old foliage paths.
The smoke from the wood burner
our only north star back.
Visions of cats sleeping on your wooden porch.
Broken piano keys surrounded by flowers.
Gardens with fairies and a magic
that lingers only in childhood hours.
Every cigarette, every song,
stays with me now.
Remember how I used to tell you my dreams?
As soon as I'd...
so close to my spirit.
Of us two young girls wandering,
finding our way so fearless.
Autumn sunsets where our feet
guided down old foliage paths.
The smoke from the wood burner
our only north star back.
Visions of cats sleeping on your wooden porch.
Broken piano keys surrounded by flowers.
Gardens with fairies and a magic
that lingers only in childhood hours.
Every cigarette, every song,
stays with me now.
Remember how I used to tell you my dreams?
As soon as I'd...
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For Judith
I learned from a lighthouse
how to see.
She found me in my darkness,
her wisdom set me free.
I learned from a willow
how to sway in the breeze.
Her durability comforted me.
I learned from a brave soul
how to love.
Her heart on her sleeve,
she taught me to be me.
I learned from a soft word
how to be kind.
Her magic and guidance
is spoken in my words
you will find.
how to see.
She found me in my darkness,
her wisdom set me free.
I learned from a willow
how to sway in the breeze.
Her durability comforted me.
I learned from a brave soul
how to love.
Her heart on her sleeve,
she taught me to be me.
I learned from a soft word
how to be kind.
Her magic and guidance
is spoken in my words
you will find.
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