Submissions by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A liquid substance With grey eyes As a rain cloud Form is an unfamiliar thing.
Ploist is Hart
I am hurt.
Heart hurt. Hart.
Life is hart.
I mean hard.
Maybe my hart
Should be hard too.
But my superfluidity
Of emotion
Keep it unconviently
Moist and plush.
Ploist.
Let's all hate
That word.
Ploist is hart.
Heart hurt. Hart.
Life is hart.
I mean hard.
Maybe my hart
Should be hard too.
But my superfluidity
Of emotion
Keep it unconviently
Moist and plush.
Ploist.
Let's all hate
That word.
Ploist is hart.
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2 Comments
Adore IX
I am
dazed at the thought
that you
moving on
would be hard for
me too.
dazed at the thought
that you
moving on
would be hard for
me too.
709 reads
2 Comments
I Must Commend You
I must commend you
On your ever so
Sly but endearing way
Of the process to trade
All that I have filled
Myself with that was
Not you for you.
And by process
I mean you did not
Force, or scold or command
But you taught me
Through my own grasp
Of knowledge
Pacing with my steps
Only pushing me enough
That I wouldn't collapse
And for this
I must commend you.
You gave me not what
I wanted but what was
Necessary
In a way that drove
My spirit to want what was
Needed...
On your ever so
Sly but endearing way
Of the process to trade
All that I have filled
Myself with that was
Not you for you.
And by process
I mean you did not
Force, or scold or command
But you taught me
Through my own grasp
Of knowledge
Pacing with my steps
Only pushing me enough
That I wouldn't collapse
And for this
I must commend you.
You gave me not what
I wanted but what was
Necessary
In a way that drove
My spirit to want what was
Needed...
738 reads
Forbidden Fruit
You were my
Forbidden Fruit
But I've never
Been good with
Regulation
It made you
All the more
Entrancing
Eyeing you
From the other side
Of the garden
Always in my reach
Alcohol and desire
Tempting me farther
I bit you
And you bit back
And this one night
Of flavour
Of misbehaviour
Wilted you
Rotted you
For I couldn't
Put you back
On the tree.
Forbidden Fruit
But I've never
Been good with
Regulation
It made you
All the more
Entrancing
Eyeing you
From the other side
Of the garden
Always in my reach
Alcohol and desire
Tempting me farther
I bit you
And you bit back
And this one night
Of flavour
Of misbehaviour
Wilted you
Rotted you
For I couldn't
Put you back
On the tree.
776 reads
5 Comments
Sunshine and Shadows
Let's talk about
The vile and frightening
Patch of my existence
Of which
You scratched
And released
A wretched aroma
Of who I can be.
Because it is
The way you
Scathed me
Thoughtlessly
I slipped past
Your finger nails
To become utterly
Released.
Vamoose.
Without a single word.
So in the
Inferiority and hurt
My heart coughed up
An acidic part of myself.
I embodied the very
Same emotion
I despised in you.
I was left
Not only behind
But...
The vile and frightening
Patch of my existence
Of which
You scratched
And released
A wretched aroma
Of who I can be.
Because it is
The way you
Scathed me
Thoughtlessly
I slipped past
Your finger nails
To become utterly
Released.
Vamoose.
Without a single word.
So in the
Inferiority and hurt
My heart coughed up
An acidic part of myself.
I embodied the very
Same emotion
I despised in you.
I was left
Not only behind
But...
785 reads
5 Comments
Vow
For the best
Is not easy
For the worst
Is self seeking
• Yet this •
• is not •
• A wedding •
For the vows
Remained
Pliant
For the tomb
Contained
Silence
For the best
• Yet this •
• is not •
• Dying •
Is not easy
For the worst
Is self seeking
• Yet this •
• is not •
• A wedding •
For the vows
Remained
Pliant
For the tomb
Contained
Silence
For the best
• Yet this •
• is not •
• Dying •
676 reads
3 Comments
Tumbleweed
I keep scratching out
The words I've written.
Maybe I should restart
With a pencil;
But something in my soul
Relates
To the tumbleweed like
Etches strewn about
The page.
It may perhaps be
More of a representation
Of my current feelings
Than the words
That lie underneath.
The words I've written.
Maybe I should restart
With a pencil;
But something in my soul
Relates
To the tumbleweed like
Etches strewn about
The page.
It may perhaps be
More of a representation
Of my current feelings
Than the words
That lie underneath.
702 reads
9 Comments
Stream of Consciousness
Reaching heights holds no hesitation for me. But there is a time when I find myself needing to come down. Sometimes in gigantic leaps. Descending down into the likeness of another.
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I...
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I...
900 reads
3 Comments
Take Me Home
This has been slow,
Slower than it's ever been.
I find myself with
Heightened hesitancy
And cautious pace.
I've ran this trail before
Really ran,
But the momentum
Threw me farther
When I tripped.
So each time,
I decreased a little
And looked down
A bit more
Still recovering from sores.
Falling less because
Of the speed
And more because
My feet got really
heavy.
So I stopped
I got tired
And I gathered
Around me things
That kept me warm.
But I...
Slower than it's ever been.
I find myself with
Heightened hesitancy
And cautious pace.
I've ran this trail before
Really ran,
But the momentum
Threw me farther
When I tripped.
So each time,
I decreased a little
And looked down
A bit more
Still recovering from sores.
Falling less because
Of the speed
And more because
My feet got really
heavy.
So I stopped
I got tired
And I gathered
Around me things
That kept me warm.
But I...
766 reads
6 Comments
Maybe It Is I
I feel exposed. My soul sits naked under a microscope of another.
I gasp at the realisation that being in company has given to me.
I am not alone anymore. When I am alone, I am the smartest, the bravest, the leader. When I am alone.
That isn't the case right now, although. I have been caught up with, spun about in a whirl of conversation, and seemingly moved to the back. The outer premises. Where I find myself looking over shoulders and following after feet, as if I have lost the ability to do so on my own.
Maybe it is I who should be snatching the lens of this...
I gasp at the realisation that being in company has given to me.
I am not alone anymore. When I am alone, I am the smartest, the bravest, the leader. When I am alone.
That isn't the case right now, although. I have been caught up with, spun about in a whirl of conversation, and seemingly moved to the back. The outer premises. Where I find myself looking over shoulders and following after feet, as if I have lost the ability to do so on my own.
Maybe it is I who should be snatching the lens of this...
691 reads
4 Comments
Sides
I have been
To all four sides
Of this ocean
And what I have
Learned
Is that they all
Look the same
I am sorry
That I left you
To find that out.
You told me that
It would.
You scooped me
Up and whispered
That it would be
Just like
Seeing four different
Angles of a bathtub,
And I laughed
At the sureness
As you followed
Through with
Your arguement
By slowly lowering
Us down
Into the steaming
Water
Nuzzling my neck
And...
To all four sides
Of this ocean
And what I have
Learned
Is that they all
Look the same
I am sorry
That I left you
To find that out.
You told me that
It would.
You scooped me
Up and whispered
That it would be
Just like
Seeing four different
Angles of a bathtub,
And I laughed
At the sureness
As you followed
Through with
Your arguement
By slowly lowering
Us down
Into the steaming
Water
Nuzzling my neck
And...
664 reads
7 Comments
All I Will
All I will ever be
To you
Is a pretty girl
Sitting by the window
Who is never worth
Walking through
The door for.
To you
Is a pretty girl
Sitting by the window
Who is never worth
Walking through
The door for.
614 reads
5 Comments
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