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
5th Jun 2024 2:26am
5th Jun 2024 2:26am
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
133 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2024 9:40pm
31st May 2024 9:40pm
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
160 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2024 5:41am
31st May 2024 5:41am
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
158 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2024 10:16am
14th May 2024 10:16am
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
192 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2024 5:03pm
12th May 2024 5:03pm
Expectation
The world will still find its way
without you moving
without you moving
#philosophical
136 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd May 2024 6:25pm
2nd May 2024 6:25pm
The Poem Unwritten
The poem unwritten unravels in my dreams
A swirling of light, colors, things unseen
Experiences of floating and drifting by
People I haven’t known
In strange places I haven’t arrived
The poem unwritten unravels each night
And in my subconscious I pledge to remember this time
The epic feeling of a twisted world
The adventure of unlimited swirls
Of fantasy and fiction
But each day I wake the promised dreams
turn into forgotten reality of the poem unwritten
A swirling of light, colors, things unseen
Experiences of floating and drifting by
People I haven’t known
In strange places I haven’t arrived
The poem unwritten unravels each night
And in my subconscious I pledge to remember this time
The epic feeling of a twisted world
The adventure of unlimited swirls
Of fantasy and fiction
But each day I wake the promised dreams
turn into forgotten reality of the poem unwritten
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
208 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2024 5:20pm
1st May 2024 5:20pm
Poetry
I fell in love with poetry
Because I know she’ll always answer the call
I know that when we meet
Sparks will fly
And that she will listen and absorb
Poetry was always the one I could turn to
When my ego said I could not present myself
To anyone else
Poetry has always enveloped me
Into her words as an echo of my soul
She has always seen me for who I am
Expressed in different fonts and formats
Past, future and present
She is me
I am poetry
And if I can...
Because I know she’ll always answer the call
I know that when we meet
Sparks will fly
And that she will listen and absorb
Poetry was always the one I could turn to
When my ego said I could not present myself
To anyone else
Poetry has always enveloped me
Into her words as an echo of my soul
She has always seen me for who I am
Expressed in different fonts and formats
Past, future and present
She is me
I am poetry
And if I can...
#WritingPoetry
193 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2024 7:59am
25th Apr 2024 7:59am
I am afraid of what my Husband has become
He has drained all of my resources
And makes me work day to night
I can’t escape because the money
He takes funds a genocide
He has control over my body
And what I may or may not do
He poisons my food and water
And feeds me prescriptions until I’m blue
He sent our child to school
Knowing the teacher is armed and loaded
There is no place to go where
His morality hasn’t folded
He’ll silence me completely
If I do not stand up now
...
And makes me work day to night
I can’t escape because the money
He takes funds a genocide
He has control over my body
And what I may or may not do
He poisons my food and water
And feeds me prescriptions until I’m blue
He sent our child to school
Knowing the teacher is armed and loaded
There is no place to go where
His morality hasn’t folded
He’ll silence me completely
If I do not stand up now
...
#America
#NaPoWriMo2024
173 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2024 5:22pm
23rd Apr 2024 5:22pm
The Walking Grave
Too many tombs are filled with people
Who were never themselves
Too many illnesses are diagnosed with
Prescriptions that only mask
What truly ailes
Our bodies become graves
Of our lack of understanding
What are to become of the children
That are not taught that
They are their own saviors?
Our false perception comes as clouds
That dim the light between us
We are not alive to be consumed again
We are alive to become more than
When we...
Who were never themselves
Too many illnesses are diagnosed with
Prescriptions that only mask
What truly ailes
Our bodies become graves
Of our lack of understanding
What are to become of the children
That are not taught that
They are their own saviors?
Our false perception comes as clouds
That dim the light between us
We are not alive to be consumed again
We are alive to become more than
When we...
#CallToAction
#NaPoWriMo2024
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2024 4:15am
19th Apr 2024 4:15am
Salvage
What has happened to my body is not my fault
How I reacted with my body is the consequence
That follows either me
Or you
But I don’t have to feel your grasp anymore
in the back of my mind,
Suppressed enough that I couldn’t see you,
But all you needed was a whisper
To possess my body
You did not just take it that day
You have taken it over and over again
Each day altering my mind
Recalibrating my nervous system
Convincing me I was never safe
I didn’t want to feel you again
I wish...
How I reacted with my body is the consequence
That follows either me
Or you
But I don’t have to feel your grasp anymore
in the back of my mind,
Suppressed enough that I couldn’t see you,
But all you needed was a whisper
To possess my body
You did not just take it that day
You have taken it over and over again
Each day altering my mind
Recalibrating my nervous system
Convincing me I was never safe
I didn’t want to feel you again
I wish...
#power
180 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2024 7:12pm
18th Apr 2024 7:12pm
Significant
It is not what I have been through
That holds me down
It is what I have done
In reaction to it
And the shame
Of my decisions have kept me
Removed
Rather than actively trying
To correct
I thought if I hid from society
I was doing everyone a favor
Banishing myself because
I didn’t believe I deserved to
Take up space
Minimizing not only my consumption
But also my weight
Keeping small
Enough
To...
That holds me down
It is what I have done
In reaction to it
And the shame
Of my decisions have kept me
Removed
Rather than actively trying
To correct
I thought if I hid from society
I was doing everyone a favor
Banishing myself because
I didn’t believe I deserved to
Take up space
Minimizing not only my consumption
But also my weight
Keeping small
Enough
To...
#NaPoWriMo2024
167 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2024 5:40pm
16th Apr 2024 5:40pm
Mixed Signals
Sometimes the only thing
That gets me out of bed
Is a coffee and a cigarette
And I don’t even like coffee
But I hope that each day
It might make my heart beat
A little faster
And my blood pressure
A little stronger
Until the cigarette
Knocks it back down again
Hopefully the next drag
Will produce some serotonin
Because I only seem to get high
When my body is in fight or flight
Or when I’m flying to an unknown location
Because I won’t find remnants of
my past...
That gets me out of bed
Is a coffee and a cigarette
And I don’t even like coffee
But I hope that each day
It might make my heart beat
A little faster
And my blood pressure
A little stronger
Until the cigarette
Knocks it back down again
Hopefully the next drag
Will produce some serotonin
Because I only seem to get high
When my body is in fight or flight
Or when I’m flying to an unknown location
Because I won’t find remnants of
my past...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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4 Comments
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