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
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
93 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2024 6:58am
27th Jul 2024 6:58am
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
97 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2024 6:44pm
22nd Jul 2024 6:44pm
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
101 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2024 4:32am
18th Jul 2024 4:32am
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
107 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2024 3:45am
3rd Jul 2024 3:45am
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
72 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 00:44am
22nd Jun 2024 00:44am
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
157 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2024 11:49am
12th Jun 2024 11:49am
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
125 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2024 6:15am
10th Jun 2024 6:15am
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
110 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 3:26am
5th Jun 2024 3:26am
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
98 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2024 10:40pm
31st May 2024 10:40pm
Sensitive
Was I too sensitive
Or did I remind you too much
Of your lack of emotional intelligence?
Or did I remind you too much
Of your lack of emotional intelligence?
#emotional
119 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2024 6:41am
31st May 2024 6:41am
Affinity
Travelers are always scanning for
Familiarity
Even if it is only a hint
The crows eyes that remind you of
Your father
The simple hand gesture
That brings back the dead
The smell of Coney Island Diner
The gentle footsteps
Of a friend
I constantly scan for
Resemblance
I tell my heart to hold on
There is no distinction
Between knowing
There is no forgotten
Within love
Familiarity
Even if it is only a hint
The crows eyes that remind you of
Your father
The simple hand gesture
That brings back the dead
The smell of Coney Island Diner
The gentle footsteps
Of a friend
I constantly scan for
Resemblance
I tell my heart to hold on
There is no distinction
Between knowing
There is no forgotten
Within love
#grief
#love
#travel
113 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2024 11:16am
14th May 2024 11:16am
Morphine or Missing
I am to the point of when
Saying goodbye feels less
Like a wound and more like
A tranquilizer
I swallow it down with one
Waterless gulp
Hands clenched around the little
I own
In absence of who I love
There’s something about flying
A refuge in the sky far from goodbyes
Or maybe in between
Romanticizing the silence
Because I know I can’t be reached
Regardless
Are my ears under pressure
Or is that just suppressed feelings
Morphine or missing
There is no difference ...
Saying goodbye feels less
Like a wound and more like
A tranquilizer
I swallow it down with one
Waterless gulp
Hands clenched around the little
I own
In absence of who I love
There’s something about flying
A refuge in the sky far from goodbyes
Or maybe in between
Romanticizing the silence
Because I know I can’t be reached
Regardless
Are my ears under pressure
Or is that just suppressed feelings
Morphine or missing
There is no difference ...
#separation
155 reads
2 Comments
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