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.
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I miss you more
Than I can bear to feel.
Than I can bear to feel.
#love
#LongDistanceRelationship
#PopCulture
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If I Could I Would Fly to You
The rain is falling
On the cabins roof
A staccato rhythm
of a scattered melody
Playing the song
That my heart composes
When I think of you
The upbeat ting
Of precipitation on tin
Like our body’s colliding
When we meet again
The sound
Of water sinking into soil
Absorbing, like me into your arms
The somber tone of
Heavy drops falling on a
On a Luna Moth’s wing
If I could I would fly to you
On the cabins roof
A staccato rhythm
of a scattered melody
Playing the song
That my heart composes
When I think of you
The upbeat ting
Of precipitation on tin
Like our body’s colliding
When we meet again
The sound
Of water sinking into soil
Absorbing, like me into your arms
The somber tone of
Heavy drops falling on a
On a Luna Moth’s wing
If I could I would fly to you
#love
#rain
#LongDistanceRelationship
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Remembering
Remember when life didn’t feel like a
task
When it didn’t feel like a never ending
chore
When the days were enjoyed and not
dreaded
When no worries crept in your soul
Do you remember your childhood home and playing in the yard
Do you remember staying out exploring until the peak of dusk
Illuminating our fort with the fireflies that we
caught
climbing high light of heavy fear
Maybe it is I
Or maybe it’s my age
Or maybe this strange society
Has crumbled and decayed ...
task
When it didn’t feel like a never ending
chore
When the days were enjoyed and not
dreaded
When no worries crept in your soul
Do you remember your childhood home and playing in the yard
Do you remember staying out exploring until the peak of dusk
Illuminating our fort with the fireflies that we
caught
climbing high light of heavy fear
Maybe it is I
Or maybe it’s my age
Or maybe this strange society
Has crumbled and decayed ...
#memories
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Love Me as Nature Does
Love me as nature does
Warm like the sun beams in the first of spring
Kiss my neck with softness as the breeze
Flows past gently
As I climb to higher heights be sturdy and as an old oak tree
Love me as deep as natures depths dives into oceans and canyons
Love me as high as the stars and they’ll wish upon us
for in love and in nature there are many forms, countless dimensions, unending portrayals of softness, of strength, of nourishment, of beauty
Love me as nature does
Day by day show me a new view
Of this current season
Be...
Warm like the sun beams in the first of spring
Kiss my neck with softness as the breeze
Flows past gently
As I climb to higher heights be sturdy and as an old oak tree
Love me as deep as natures depths dives into oceans and canyons
Love me as high as the stars and they’ll wish upon us
for in love and in nature there are many forms, countless dimensions, unending portrayals of softness, of strength, of nourishment, of beauty
Love me as nature does
Day by day show me a new view
Of this current season
Be...
#nature
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Trade My Dreams for Insomnia
My body shifts
Every few minutes
As my mind incessantly
Stirs the irony
Of my upcoming reality
You’ve been asleep for hours
And haven’t noticed my soft
Touch, followed by a
quiet withdraw
lingering feelings that send
Me into deep thought
In a dark room
Hot, with the fan on
Hot with your rhythmic
Breathe on my neck
And I wish I could freeze time
But instead I turn my body
Face down; Down
Soaking in welled up tears
Disdain for the wit of life
Somewhere I...
Every few minutes
As my mind incessantly
Stirs the irony
Of my upcoming reality
You’ve been asleep for hours
And haven’t noticed my soft
Touch, followed by a
quiet withdraw
lingering feelings that send
Me into deep thought
In a dark room
Hot, with the fan on
Hot with your rhythmic
Breathe on my neck
And I wish I could freeze time
But instead I turn my body
Face down; Down
Soaking in welled up tears
Disdain for the wit of life
Somewhere I...
#love
#dreams
#insomnia #LongDistanceRelationship
#insomnia #LongDistanceRelationship
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Aphantasia
You told me once that the
Space behind your eyes,
Like mine, is blank.
That the only thing your mind
Can conjure is this echo
Screaming into an abyss
Ruling your body by paranoia
Keeping feelings deep
But emotions high
Like dropping a stone
Into the open sea
Never to be seen again
Yet still heavy
But this time it was not a stone
But your body weighed
Down by invisible thoughts
Sunken in your mind
Your body not obeying commands
Your open eyes looking past
this ever...
Space behind your eyes,
Like mine, is blank.
That the only thing your mind
Can conjure is this echo
Screaming into an abyss
Ruling your body by paranoia
Keeping feelings deep
But emotions high
Like dropping a stone
Into the open sea
Never to be seen again
Yet still heavy
But this time it was not a stone
But your body weighed
Down by invisible thoughts
Sunken in your mind
Your body not obeying commands
Your open eyes looking past
this ever...
#grief
#MentalHealth
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Have We Had Enough
I feel it everywhere. In the tainted breeze, in the earth, as she screams in agony while she rejects us violently.
I feel cold as it bounces off the impenetrable strangers that don’t know they need each other, due to the monopoly game that we are predestined to lose, brothers competing against brother
while they are the bankers, cheating and clawing and consuming and contaminating.
We keep rolling the dice.
We Give them our power in trade for convenience and seclusion, for mind and body-numbing drugs and entertainment, at the cost of our...
I feel cold as it bounces off the impenetrable strangers that don’t know they need each other, due to the monopoly game that we are predestined to lose, brothers competing against brother
while they are the bankers, cheating and clawing and consuming and contaminating.
We keep rolling the dice.
We Give them our power in trade for convenience and seclusion, for mind and body-numbing drugs and entertainment, at the cost of our...
#America
#evolution
#HumanRights #morality
#HumanRights #morality
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Oh mother, my mother
First this started as a poem that rhymed
With a pretty flow and thoughtful words
But as I read it over and over
disappointed
that it couldn’t portray my feelings, I grew uncomfortable with expressing this deep, ugly, devolved emotion that has now surfaced
in the realization of who you are and who I am because of you,
as anything lovely.
And if in this moment you were before me
and if I looked at you and fought off the
all-encompassing feeling
that your presence gives
to swallow
my self ...
With a pretty flow and thoughtful words
But as I read it over and over
disappointed
that it couldn’t portray my feelings, I grew uncomfortable with expressing this deep, ugly, devolved emotion that has now surfaced
in the realization of who you are and who I am because of you,
as anything lovely.
And if in this moment you were before me
and if I looked at you and fought off the
all-encompassing feeling
that your presence gives
to swallow
my self ...
#mother
#identity
#SelfWorth
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C
I gently skim the edges of your skin
Relaxed against the pattern of your breath
Drifting in and out of belief
That your arms are wrapped around me
And no matter how many days
I spend, with our fingers intertwined
Will I begin to grasp the concept
Of how simple, yet deep our love can be
My eyes flickering closed to open
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
I want to absorb every detail
So when you are far
Je peux rêve a nous
You feel too good to be true
You are everything I've hoped for ...
Relaxed against the pattern of your breath
Drifting in and out of belief
That your arms are wrapped around me
And no matter how many days
I spend, with our fingers intertwined
Will I begin to grasp the concept
Of how simple, yet deep our love can be
My eyes flickering closed to open
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
I want to absorb every detail
So when you are far
Je peux rêve a nous
You feel too good to be true
You are everything I've hoped for ...
#love
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The Thing I Believe To Regret The Most
The thing I believe to regret the most
Is not writing more.
You see, I’ve been a lot of places
And I went to those places for me.
And I did start out with a journal,
I did outline my journeys.
Sometimes I’d write poems,
Poems that echoed my soul,
And other days I would just live
Unbothered to write because
My experiences were mine alone.
And who are they,
To read my words?
To comprehend but not experience.
Yet now I wish,
I would have wrote the details
Of my own quest for purpose
You...
Is not writing more.
You see, I’ve been a lot of places
And I went to those places for me.
And I did start out with a journal,
I did outline my journeys.
Sometimes I’d write poems,
Poems that echoed my soul,
And other days I would just live
Unbothered to write because
My experiences were mine alone.
And who are they,
To read my words?
To comprehend but not experience.
Yet now I wish,
I would have wrote the details
Of my own quest for purpose
You...
#regret
#WritingPoetry
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2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Better Than This
I know I am not optimistic
and I don't know when that began
I used to be this and that
and I can't seem to find my way back
I'm tired of feeling tired
I'm tired of thinking I can't
My minds made up excuses
that my body subcumbs against
I want to do what we dream of
but I'm afraid, and I know that isn't me
so I haven't tried,
I haven't gave all you've given to me.
Our family is just beginning
and it hasn't been perfect at all
we are two flawed people
trying to reshape the pain that we've saw
We know...
and I don't know when that began
I used to be this and that
and I can't seem to find my way back
I'm tired of feeling tired
I'm tired of thinking I can't
My minds made up excuses
that my body subcumbs against
I want to do what we dream of
but I'm afraid, and I know that isn't me
so I haven't tried,
I haven't gave all you've given to me.
Our family is just beginning
and it hasn't been perfect at all
we are two flawed people
trying to reshape the pain that we've saw
We know...
#depression
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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