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.
Immortal
If I could only write to you
The severity of my sentiment
If characters were enough
To describe your character
Of kindness, strength and perseverance
If I could only sing to you
I would compare you to the spring
You have awaken dead parts of me
Gracefully revived through gentil strides
And once more I hear the birds melody
If I could only sketch
Your fire agate eyes
And the diagonal lines leading down
To your tender lips I long to kiss
I’d etch you into every corner of the earth
If I could...
The severity of my sentiment
If characters were enough
To describe your character
Of kindness, strength and perseverance
If I could only sing to you
I would compare you to the spring
You have awaken dead parts of me
Gracefully revived through gentil strides
And once more I hear the birds melody
If I could only sketch
Your fire agate eyes
And the diagonal lines leading down
To your tender lips I long to kiss
I’d etch you into every corner of the earth
If I could...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#relationships
#romantic
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Introspection
I have traveled to five continents
But the most difficult journey I’ve endeavored
Is the way back to myself
But the most difficult journey I’ve endeavored
Is the way back to myself
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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hiraeth soul
Despite my mind thinking rationally
And my heart feeling wholly
My soul rejects the fundamental possession of this life.
Yearning for the ancient
It quietly cries and seethes and grieves
No matter the lightness my body seeks
My soul remains heavy in custody
Seeping into my unfocused mind
And scraping into my weary bones
Whispering to my heart that this is not the way
But it is what we are given this day
Nourishment for disease
Thoughts for illness
Sustenance for greed
Material for meaning ...
And my heart feeling wholly
My soul rejects the fundamental possession of this life.
Yearning for the ancient
It quietly cries and seethes and grieves
No matter the lightness my body seeks
My soul remains heavy in custody
Seeping into my unfocused mind
And scraping into my weary bones
Whispering to my heart that this is not the way
But it is what we are given this day
Nourishment for disease
Thoughts for illness
Sustenance for greed
Material for meaning ...
#corruption
#identity
#spiritual #culture
#spiritual #culture
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Rouge
I got out of bed around two
And walked naked to the bathroom
I turned on the shower too hot
And underneath the stream
My skin turned fiery
I just didn’t want to be blue anymore
And walked naked to the bathroom
I turned on the shower too hot
And underneath the stream
My skin turned fiery
I just didn’t want to be blue anymore
#depression
#MentalHealth
#oppression
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War Zone
Every night I walked through the door
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
#relationships
#DomesticViolence
#oppression
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inner child
Have
Sweet dreams
And Live
I can now
Be who you need
and not leave
when
you
wake
See
Dormant youth
I don’t loathe you
anymore.
So
Write
Mad girl
Write
Fuck up this page and pattern like you’ve always tried to do
Because you were always told to march
When all you wanted was to dance
Dance wild child dance
And feel what you must
...
Sweet dreams
And Live
I can now
Be who you need
and not leave
when
you
wake
See
Dormant youth
I don’t loathe you
anymore.
So
Write
Mad girl
Write
Fuck up this page and pattern like you’ve always tried to do
Because you were always told to march
When all you wanted was to dance
Dance wild child dance
And feel what you must
...
#SelfReflection
#PopCulture
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Second Hand Daughter
The problem was
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
#mother
#PopCulture
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Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
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Half Written
My notebooks are all filled
With incomplete dreams
Hobbies picked up and
Forgotten
Why can’t I seem
To stay persistent
What will consume my interest
I’ll probably leave this
Poem half
With incomplete dreams
Hobbies picked up and
Forgotten
Why can’t I seem
To stay persistent
What will consume my interest
I’ll probably leave this
Poem half
#SelfReflection
#PopCulture
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Healing is a Long and Twisted Road
When I started to heal
I didn’t realize how
Uncertain
It would feel
That the stages of
Self repair so clearly mapped out
By scholars
Felt like they hit
All at the same time
And as I began to
Search for myself
Unsure of myself
I’ve unsuppressed feelings
And they roar
And I want to scream
But I’m healing
And I need to keep level
Or I should be ...
I didn’t realize how
Uncertain
It would feel
That the stages of
Self repair so clearly mapped out
By scholars
Felt like they hit
All at the same time
And as I began to
Search for myself
Unsure of myself
I’ve unsuppressed feelings
And they roar
And I want to scream
But I’m healing
And I need to keep level
Or I should be ...
#healing
#PopCulture
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Qui
For along time I didn’t understand
That people are keys
And they can unlock
Your entire essence
Explored by the words you speak
Or they way you move
And the habits that caused
Little quirks and reactions
And then I learned that
Sometimes people are storms
A tsunami to force down
The walls of your boundaries
And an earthquake that crumbles
The structure of your mind
A strike of lightening that
Takes all your...
That people are keys
And they can unlock
Your entire essence
Explored by the words you speak
Or they way you move
And the habits that caused
Little quirks and reactions
And then I learned that
Sometimes people are storms
A tsunami to force down
The walls of your boundaries
And an earthquake that crumbles
The structure of your mind
A strike of lightening that
Takes all your...
#identity
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Stung
How many innocent things
have we swat
Out of fear
Because something
similar had
Stung us
have we swat
Out of fear
Because something
similar had
Stung us
#TruthOfLife
#PopCulture
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