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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 6:19am
18th Dec 2024 6:19am
The Earth
The Earth cries in accord with all of it’s dwellers
The Earth rebels far before we stand up
The Earth absorbs the mistakes of the people
The Earth carries the burdens of shattered souls
The Earth will be heard with deafening sequence
The Earth will mourn for natural resource gone dry
The Earth will curse the ones who ravage
The Earth will swallow all who've stood by
The Earth rebels far before we stand up
The Earth absorbs the mistakes of the people
The Earth carries the burdens of shattered souls
The Earth will be heard with deafening sequence
The Earth will mourn for natural resource gone dry
The Earth will curse the ones who ravage
The Earth will swallow all who've stood by
#earth
#environment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 6:16am
5th Dec 2024 6:16am
Plummet
Life is only a matter of falling in
And falling out
And as I plummet
I am everything I have become
Growth is not measured in altitude
There are many lessons in the ravines
As well as the peaks
And now I will rest in the rivers
And take comfort in the shade
I’ll look up to the exposed cliff I once scaled
And mend the consequences
I can now say I have become
And I am falling out of strength
To become soft again
And I’m falling out of exploration
To become safe again
And I’m falling out of...
And falling out
And as I plummet
I am everything I have become
Growth is not measured in altitude
There are many lessons in the ravines
As well as the peaks
And now I will rest in the rivers
And take comfort in the shade
I’ll look up to the exposed cliff I once scaled
And mend the consequences
I can now say I have become
And I am falling out of strength
To become soft again
And I’m falling out of exploration
To become safe again
And I’m falling out of...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 10:04pm
29th Nov 2024 10:04pm
Coven
We laugh in the pyre
As the flames encroach higher
All the warmth this world has shown us
Is from the torch that they’ve thrown towards us
As the flames encroach higher
All the warmth this world has shown us
Is from the torch that they’ve thrown towards us
#HumanRights
#women
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 6:31am
22nd Oct 2024 6:31am
This Life
I think in my last lifetime I was somewhere soft
Somewhere that normalized peace
This life felt cold as soon as I entered the womb
This soul aches for a home that cannot exist in this reality
Not by lack of resources, but by lack of kindness
Although it has been colorful and full of excruciating pain and wonder
It has been lonely no matter how tightly I’m held
This life has broke me and built me back up again
But I feel my soul is soft and yearns for rest
Since a child, I’ve always had naps
But if I had peaceful past lives
My...
Somewhere that normalized peace
This life felt cold as soon as I entered the womb
This soul aches for a home that cannot exist in this reality
Not by lack of resources, but by lack of kindness
Although it has been colorful and full of excruciating pain and wonder
It has been lonely no matter how tightly I’m held
This life has broke me and built me back up again
But I feel my soul is soft and yearns for rest
Since a child, I’ve always had naps
But if I had peaceful past lives
My...
#identity
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 6:46am
15th Oct 2024 6:46am
Miscellaneous
Ripping off the top half
Is that not what we all long to do
Is that not what we all long to do
#humankind
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 9:09pm
8th Oct 2024 9:09pm
The Truth Hurts
The saying goes
The truth hurts
Sometimes too much for us to bear
So our minds play tricks
And our hormones switch
And sometimes we are left in the dark
How much truth do we twist and call it delusion
How many days forgotten to fear
I stare at the person in the mirror
Standing there twisting her hair
I fall asleep to frequencies I think will heal me
When I wake it’s like pulling teeth
Do we lose our minds or our bodies first?
Abadoning them feels debilitating
But getting them back is grueling
Living in the...
The truth hurts
Sometimes too much for us to bear
So our minds play tricks
And our hormones switch
And sometimes we are left in the dark
How much truth do we twist and call it delusion
How many days forgotten to fear
I stare at the person in the mirror
Standing there twisting her hair
I fall asleep to frequencies I think will heal me
When I wake it’s like pulling teeth
Do we lose our minds or our bodies first?
Abadoning them feels debilitating
But getting them back is grueling
Living in the...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2024 3:28am
20th Sep 2024 3:28am
Growing Pains
It is the time that my skin begins to lose color as the leaves fall beneath my feet,
Spending their whole existence absorbing light to be dried and crushed and dismissed
Not appealing anymore
I can’t decide if purpose is lost when ineffectiveness begins or when everyone else says so
I’ve never been one to invest in myself
If I was a tree those dead leaves would still cling to my branches prohibiting new things to grow
Draining energy clutching on to the past
I planted a pear tree in the yard of my childhood home
I think about how many things...
Spending their whole existence absorbing light to be dried and crushed and dismissed
Not appealing anymore
I can’t decide if purpose is lost when ineffectiveness begins or when everyone else says so
I’ve never been one to invest in myself
If I was a tree those dead leaves would still cling to my branches prohibiting new things to grow
Draining energy clutching on to the past
I planted a pear tree in the yard of my childhood home
I think about how many things...
#PersonalGrowth
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 4:43am
15th Sep 2024 4:43am
Persevere
There is a sadness in the celebration
I’ve made it to thirty years
Joy littered with grief
Experiences dampened by loss
A million miles to time
Memories to an unseeing mind
Thirty years and I’ve only began to feel
Knowing something inside me knew
That blindness was better than remembering
That numbness kept me alive
In year twenty nine I’d made it to safety
In year thirty I am reawakening
And it can be lonely
Feeling like a stranger in my own skin
Will anyone still be there when I become me again ...
I’ve made it to thirty years
Joy littered with grief
Experiences dampened by loss
A million miles to time
Memories to an unseeing mind
Thirty years and I’ve only began to feel
Knowing something inside me knew
That blindness was better than remembering
That numbness kept me alive
In year twenty nine I’d made it to safety
In year thirty I am reawakening
And it can be lonely
Feeling like a stranger in my own skin
Will anyone still be there when I become me again ...
#aging
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2024 3:40pm
21st Aug 2024 3:40pm
Cycle
It becomes harder to greet beginnings, when you’ve said goodbye to so many ends.
#LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2024 5:32am
15th Aug 2024 5:32am
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
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 5:49am
1st Aug 2024 5:49am
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
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2024 4:31am
1st Aug 2024 4:31am
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
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