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.
Pins and Needles
If I had the world in my pocket
I’d have a lot of pins and needles
Stuck in my leg
Because to me, that’s what the world has become
a pin cushion, where everyone sticks
their views and opinions about what’s best for them.
and if I could hold the world in my hand
and see the big picture of what the world is
then would anyone even listen?
I’ve been pondering a lot recently
how big of a difference one person can be
and the answer is.. no one person can
change the world single handedly
and you may argue the fact that money is power
and...
I’d have a lot of pins and needles
Stuck in my leg
Because to me, that’s what the world has become
a pin cushion, where everyone sticks
their views and opinions about what’s best for them.
and if I could hold the world in my hand
and see the big picture of what the world is
then would anyone even listen?
I’ve been pondering a lot recently
how big of a difference one person can be
and the answer is.. no one person can
change the world single handedly
and you may argue the fact that money is power
and...
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Free, but Silent
I’m at a loss
of words
I have been for a while
and I tried
I think
but my mind just can’t form
the proper response
to whats manifesting
I’m okay
some days look bleak
my heart is sometimes
confused
and my mind doesn’t know what to think
but I’m okay.
I miss inspiration
and I feel like living each day
without it
makes my mind uncreative
and I’ve locked myself out of thoughts
and imagination
because I don’t want to hurt
myself or others.
You see, I didn’t realise I was
deteriorating
until I...
of words
I have been for a while
and I tried
I think
but my mind just can’t form
the proper response
to whats manifesting
I’m okay
some days look bleak
my heart is sometimes
confused
and my mind doesn’t know what to think
but I’m okay.
I miss inspiration
and I feel like living each day
without it
makes my mind uncreative
and I’ve locked myself out of thoughts
and imagination
because I don’t want to hurt
myself or others.
You see, I didn’t realise I was
deteriorating
until I...
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Speak Life
You never know how close a person could be to the edge
and your words
or lack there of
could cause one more step
and that step could be fatal
and the last line drawn
for their mentality to be pushed
and their bodies to fall.
and your words
or lack there of
could cause one more step
and that step could be fatal
and the last line drawn
for their mentality to be pushed
and their bodies to fall.
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Words Once Spoken
Words once spoken
simply should not have been
Words painted a picture
beautiful
watercolour pastels
sunrise blooming over ourselves
as bright as our future
was going to be
but when I opened my eyes
to reality
as words revealed their true meaning
instead of the expected
portrait promised perfect
all that was in front of me
was a glass
transparent, empty
offering no meaning
or answer for what was ahead
and as I started to tap
then knock with a frustration
from the untruthful observation ...
simply should not have been
Words painted a picture
beautiful
watercolour pastels
sunrise blooming over ourselves
as bright as our future
was going to be
but when I opened my eyes
to reality
as words revealed their true meaning
instead of the expected
portrait promised perfect
all that was in front of me
was a glass
transparent, empty
offering no meaning
or answer for what was ahead
and as I started to tap
then knock with a frustration
from the untruthful observation ...
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Empty
What is empty?
Is it a slit in the wall of your heart and mind
that was never nurtured
or no one took the time
To look close enough
and watch for a while
If they did then they'll see
breaks in the dust particles
that float around
to tickle the abyss
Just to remind you it still exists.
But the more the tickle begins to itch
the more it grows in length and width
and it hurts.
it cripples part of you that once was whole
and you thought you had that part
under control
but lately it seems...
Is it a slit in the wall of your heart and mind
that was never nurtured
or no one took the time
To look close enough
and watch for a while
If they did then they'll see
breaks in the dust particles
that float around
to tickle the abyss
Just to remind you it still exists.
But the more the tickle begins to itch
the more it grows in length and width
and it hurts.
it cripples part of you that once was whole
and you thought you had that part
under control
but lately it seems...
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