Submissions by Isgyppie_ (L.C. McQuillen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A liquid substance With grey eyes As a rain cloud Form is an unfamiliar thing.
Cycle
It becomes harder to greet beginnings, when you’ve said goodbye to so many ends.
#LifeCycle
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Thirtieth
Sitting here pondering my thirtieth,
When I feel as if 50 lifetimes have passed
Just in the last decade
No one tells you when you leave home
What you must forfeit
Not that I would have made a different decision
But maybe I would have not done them so quietly
So independently
It’s lonely to know no one has known you in all of your phases
Only parts of what you understood at that time
some villainess, some heroic
Most not even knowing yourself
Or what you long for
Or what you’re trying to find
What is authenticity ...
When I feel as if 50 lifetimes have passed
Just in the last decade
No one tells you when you leave home
What you must forfeit
Not that I would have made a different decision
But maybe I would have not done them so quietly
So independently
It’s lonely to know no one has known you in all of your phases
Only parts of what you understood at that time
some villainess, some heroic
Most not even knowing yourself
Or what you long for
Or what you’re trying to find
What is authenticity ...
#birthday
40 reads
2 Comments
Sweater Weather in July
Like a sweater over bruised skin
Is the state of my soul
I thought I was farther along
In being whole
But too many sips and strangers
Spiraling rationale
Back into gut wrenching
Waves of anger
Gasping for air in dark parking lots
Reverting into violation
And mistrust
Gripping the ground
To feel something other than soft
Muscles clenched
Perception closed off
The next morning sore and empty
Disassociation swarming
Buzzing in my ears
I wrap my open wounds once again
Sweater weather...
Is the state of my soul
I thought I was farther along
In being whole
But too many sips and strangers
Spiraling rationale
Back into gut wrenching
Waves of anger
Gasping for air in dark parking lots
Reverting into violation
And mistrust
Gripping the ground
To feel something other than soft
Muscles clenched
Perception closed off
The next morning sore and empty
Disassociation swarming
Buzzing in my ears
I wrap my open wounds once again
Sweater weather...
#hurt
69 reads
2 Comments
The Buskers
If everyone gave a dollar
To the buskers
It would be a much different society
People do not give enough credit
To those who make this world
Colorful and symphonic
Instead they steal the stars from
The night sky
With fluorescent grays
They demolish natural beauty
For it to only be replaced
By raped resources
They’ll burn down the world
To turn ash into cash
Trickling down pennies to the artist's reach
No...
To the buskers
It would be a much different society
People do not give enough credit
To those who make this world
Colorful and symphonic
Instead they steal the stars from
The night sky
With fluorescent grays
They demolish natural beauty
For it to only be replaced
By raped resources
They’ll burn down the world
To turn ash into cash
Trickling down pennies to the artist's reach
No...
#art
55 reads
3 Comments
Venus Fly Trap
I’ve never been a dreamer
With a venus fly trap of a mind
Disintegrating memories
Occasionally nourishing
Sporadically singeing
Rotting remnants
Dark and lost in time
I’ve never been a dreamer
In the day I wait for prey
Of another lived experience
To digest and fade away
With a venus fly trap of a mind
Disintegrating memories
Occasionally nourishing
Sporadically singeing
Rotting remnants
Dark and lost in time
I’ve never been a dreamer
In the day I wait for prey
Of another lived experience
To digest and fade away
#memories
60 reads
2 Comments
Seen
I’ve seen broken windows that are more beautiful than the ones that are whole
I’ve seen flowers wither from neglect
And words murder without an act
I’ve seen widows clutching pictures
And husbands clutching throats
I’ve seen mothers cry for freedom
And children cry for warmth
Ive seen smoke signals swirl in the dim alleys
I’ve seen sensitivity armored by hard lead slates
I’ve seen emptiness swallowed on thin paper plates
I’ve seen dust as as a play toy
And poison served at bars
I’ve seen little girls laughing at the girl...
I’ve seen flowers wither from neglect
And words murder without an act
I’ve seen widows clutching pictures
And husbands clutching throats
I’ve seen mothers cry for freedom
And children cry for warmth
Ive seen smoke signals swirl in the dim alleys
I’ve seen sensitivity armored by hard lead slates
I’ve seen emptiness swallowed on thin paper plates
I’ve seen dust as as a play toy
And poison served at bars
I’ve seen little girls laughing at the girl...
#humankind
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Recovering
I had to ask myself today
Will I portray my hurt or my healing?
Does my soul need release or mourning?
Will the sun light still hit the ocean waters
the same either way?
I think at the beginning of validation is when you feel the most hurt.
(The most betrayed, the most vulnerable, the most angry, the most relieved.)
You begin to replay all you can remember
Perspective changed and the uneasy days
Seemed to hold less blame
Should I revert into my old patterns?
Just an echo and a weight.
Or do I voice my new...
Will I portray my hurt or my healing?
Does my soul need release or mourning?
Will the sun light still hit the ocean waters
the same either way?
I think at the beginning of validation is when you feel the most hurt.
(The most betrayed, the most vulnerable, the most angry, the most relieved.)
You begin to replay all you can remember
Perspective changed and the uneasy days
Seemed to hold less blame
Should I revert into my old patterns?
Just an echo and a weight.
Or do I voice my new...
#identity
#MentalHealth
66 reads
3 Comments
Child’s Pose
I was in the child’s pose today
And I wondered about how bowing became
A common practice of pesants to royals
But maybe it originated
Through grounding oneself
Into the Earth and this is how
Wealth was earned
not by gold or coin
But by wisdom
And then I stopped myself
From thinking
Because I was thrilled that
Curiosity has found me again
After all these years
It had been a long time since
That little girl asked her papa
As many questions as would fit
In the day
Until there was a day...
And I wondered about how bowing became
A common practice of pesants to royals
But maybe it originated
Through grounding oneself
Into the Earth and this is how
Wealth was earned
not by gold or coin
But by wisdom
And then I stopped myself
From thinking
Because I was thrilled that
Curiosity has found me again
After all these years
It had been a long time since
That little girl asked her papa
As many questions as would fit
In the day
Until there was a day...
#PersonalGrowth
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2 Comments
Do No Harm
When I am hurt
Not only is trust broken
But trauma awakens
And trauma demands to be felt
It commands the body into
Flight, fight or freeze
The mind of unreleased turmoil
Spinning into irrationality
For it is all that
Trauma knows to comprehend
When trauma decides you are
Public enemy number one
There is no door back
But only the rubble of misunderstanding
When you hurt me you disrespect
All of the past versions of myself
That have tried to expand
I am tired of...
Not only is trust broken
But trauma awakens
And trauma demands to be felt
It commands the body into
Flight, fight or freeze
The mind of unreleased turmoil
Spinning into irrationality
For it is all that
Trauma knows to comprehend
When trauma decides you are
Public enemy number one
There is no door back
But only the rubble of misunderstanding
When you hurt me you disrespect
All of the past versions of myself
That have tried to expand
I am tired of...
#hurt
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
Consequence
Every time I look forward
I am reminded of the past
Consequences last a lot longer
Than dreams
I am reminded of the past
Consequences last a lot longer
Than dreams
#SelfReflection
90 reads
6 Comments
Platter
The poetess serves her words on a platter
Hoping they will be devoured
Or at least, admired
At best, desired
Hoping they will be devoured
Or at least, admired
At best, desired
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
4 Comments
The Saddest Part
You only were proud of me when I was destroying myself
Not with drugs or alcohol,
Because that, you were not proud of
But with exhaustion and indoctrination
With a path that followed your belief system
Littered with delusion
And self abandonment
Maybe the saddest part might be
You truly believe that was the way
Perhaps I should phrase it:
You were only proud of me when I had murdered myself
To conform into your expectations
Detaching mind body & spirit
Smothering soul
But the saddest...
Not with drugs or alcohol,
Because that, you were not proud of
But with exhaustion and indoctrination
With a path that followed your belief system
Littered with delusion
And self abandonment
Maybe the saddest part might be
You truly believe that was the way
Perhaps I should phrase it:
You were only proud of me when I had murdered myself
To conform into your expectations
Detaching mind body & spirit
Smothering soul
But the saddest...
#relationships
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5 Comments
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