Submissions by JetNikolai (Jet Nikolai)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm mainly a painter but I also dabble in poetry from time to time.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 10:46pm
7th Aug 2021 10:46pm
Spiders pay rent you know.
Spiders leaving change in the couch
to pay the rent of the house
its rude to crush them on the floor
with a crunch and a splat
or toss them out the door
with a bang and a crash
without probable cause
or at least a 30 day notice
check the couch to collect their
contributions
or to at least know they pay their share
before you scalp them of their legs and hair
to pay the rent of the house
its rude to crush them on the floor
with a crunch and a splat
or toss them out the door
with a bang and a crash
without probable cause
or at least a 30 day notice
check the couch to collect their
contributions
or to at least know they pay their share
before you scalp them of their legs and hair
#nature
#animals
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 00:55am
7th Aug 2021 00:55am
bike
I stole my brother's bike
to meet a girl that I liked.
While he fought me often, nearly homicidal
he never mentioned the missing bicycle.
Back when I had my long hair
and I didn't really care.
I stole his bike and rode it far.
Just to see a redheaded girl who thought I was bizarre.
Behind my parents back
nearly having a heart attack .
If they had known
how far id gone.
To see this girl who they never met.
Both hiding what we know
holding hands when we're alone
the long red hair atop her pretty face....
to meet a girl that I liked.
While he fought me often, nearly homicidal
he never mentioned the missing bicycle.
Back when I had my long hair
and I didn't really care.
I stole his bike and rode it far.
Just to see a redheaded girl who thought I was bizarre.
Behind my parents back
nearly having a heart attack .
If they had known
how far id gone.
To see this girl who they never met.
Both hiding what we know
holding hands when we're alone
the long red hair atop her pretty face....
#childhood
#LGBT
#FirstLove #crush
#FirstLove #crush
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 3:17am
6th Aug 2021 3:17am
Sharp Shadows
The light streaming in from the pure white that sit outside my window.
Illuminating, only slightly, the butterflies hung above my head.
Barely showing what they truly are
only allowing me to see sharp shadows dangling by threads
left for me to stare.
Waiting for me to reach to their jagged black edges.
The wind picking up causing the cold glow to shift as the branches of the trees bend in the movement of the air.
With the shape shifting butterflies in motion,
feeling it in my head unable to...
Illuminating, only slightly, the butterflies hung above my head.
Barely showing what they truly are
only allowing me to see sharp shadows dangling by threads
left for me to stare.
Waiting for me to reach to their jagged black edges.
The wind picking up causing the cold glow to shift as the branches of the trees bend in the movement of the air.
With the shape shifting butterflies in motion,
feeling it in my head unable to...
#night
#insomnia
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 8:01pm
5th Aug 2021 8:01pm
Inhalation
Smoke inhalation
Rotting me some more
Numbing to the core
Rotting me some more
Numbing to the core
#depression
#insomnia
#apathy
515 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2021 8:38pm
4th Aug 2021 8:38pm
Am I awake still?
Once I sleep, almost rest, I hold my eyes shut
Steadfast.
My REM seems so fake.
For i'm dreaming while I wake.
The next you'll see me is left to fate,
High chances it'll be my wake.
The ceiling always looses feeling, stars are bright,
Curtains drawn, strings lost from my grip.
No longer having sight of the dying light,
The orange tinge along the street.
It takes a while for time to pass
lost feeling of fresh air and grass
lost knowledge of our ecliptics.
Steadfast.
My REM seems so fake.
For i'm dreaming while I wake.
The next you'll see me is left to fate,
High chances it'll be my wake.
The ceiling always looses feeling, stars are bright,
Curtains drawn, strings lost from my grip.
No longer having sight of the dying light,
The orange tinge along the street.
It takes a while for time to pass
lost feeling of fresh air and grass
lost knowledge of our ecliptics.
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep #confusion
#sleep #confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2021 8:05pm
4th Aug 2021 8:05pm
Monochrome Mind
Dark blank black eyes
is it not clear what you see in the mirror.
Monochrome numb naething mind
is it not what we left behind.
is it not clear what you see in the mirror.
Monochrome numb naething mind
is it not what we left behind.
#regret
#loneliness
#mirror #emptiness
#mirror #emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 3:56am
19th Feb 2021 3:56am
The man
In the dark abyss is where the man lives.
With demons and monsters,
the ones who eat kids.
Not remembering what its like to live.
Afraid he'll remember what he did.
In the dark chasm the man can breathe
listening to the whispering voices which tell him,
"don't leave."
For its warm there,
no matter the darkness,
its a feeling he says he enjoys.
surrounded by echoing noise.
For now until the truth,
the light, seeps into the abyss.
It will remain the mans home.
So dark. So loud. So alone.
With demons and monsters,
the ones who eat kids.
Not remembering what its like to live.
Afraid he'll remember what he did.
In the dark chasm the man can breathe
listening to the whispering voices which tell him,
"don't leave."
For its warm there,
no matter the darkness,
its a feeling he says he enjoys.
surrounded by echoing noise.
For now until the truth,
the light, seeps into the abyss.
It will remain the mans home.
So dark. So loud. So alone.
#depression
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#apathy
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2021 00:28am
4th Feb 2021 00:28am
Maggots
Depression, akin to a common fly,
emits a dull buzzing that protrudes the skull.
Still it does so with, in it own way,
beauty,
to decompose that which was once living beneath the flesh.
A buzzing, a tearing, a gnawing into skin
into flesh
A maggot? An egg? A thought in my head?
Once you lay down to accept the dead. They hatch, slither, encroach, leaving you like lead.
For why else would a fly bore into unneeding flesh and retake whats left in the bones.
Nearly hollow enough now.
Gouged , consumed,...
emits a dull buzzing that protrudes the skull.
Still it does so with, in it own way,
beauty,
to decompose that which was once living beneath the flesh.
A buzzing, a tearing, a gnawing into skin
into flesh
A maggot? An egg? A thought in my head?
Once you lay down to accept the dead. They hatch, slither, encroach, leaving you like lead.
For why else would a fly bore into unneeding flesh and retake whats left in the bones.
Nearly hollow enough now.
Gouged , consumed,...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#emptiness #emotions
#emptiness #emotions
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2020 2:50am
25th Oct 2020 2:50am
The Birds
The birds are in the trees again.
Outside my window.
Bellowing a dull sweet
crull song from their small burning lungs.
Sitting upon the old
creaky withering tree.
Suddenly subdued by the fall.
The birds are waiting.
For what? Who knows,
but if you just listen
with intent.
At the right moment
with need.
At the right moment
and with open ears.
At the right moment.
Close enough.
Long enough.
You may just hear the crisp beautiful words
within the...
Outside my window.
Bellowing a dull sweet
crull song from their small burning lungs.
Sitting upon the old
creaky withering tree.
Suddenly subdued by the fall.
The birds are waiting.
For what? Who knows,
but if you just listen
with intent.
At the right moment
with need.
At the right moment
and with open ears.
At the right moment.
Close enough.
Long enough.
You may just hear the crisp beautiful words
within the...
#trees
#birds
#winter #fall
#winter #fall
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2020 6:32pm
11th Sep 2020 6:32pm
Goodbye.
One last word
and then you left
left the food on the counter
rotten and sour
left me in my matter
to swelter and falter.
and then you left
left the food on the counter
rotten and sour
left me in my matter
to swelter and falter.
#sadness
#heartbroken
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 2:07am
8th Sep 2020 2:07am
Heavy
it's not hollow like they say.
But heavy where I lay.
I cannot move.
I cannot breathe.
I must stay, not leave.
it’s not hollow but weighs a ton
I lay here till it’s done
I cannot see
And again, I cannot breathe
So, I wait, and grind my teeth,
Patiently still, to take my leave.
it’s not like a gun,
Bang Boom then it’s done,
but a melon baller scraping pressing at my core
Like someone knocking down my door.
Full force, heavy not hollow
For a long, moment,
But after the movement
its empty, ...
But heavy where I lay.
I cannot move.
I cannot breathe.
I must stay, not leave.
it’s not hollow but weighs a ton
I lay here till it’s done
I cannot see
And again, I cannot breathe
So, I wait, and grind my teeth,
Patiently still, to take my leave.
it’s not like a gun,
Bang Boom then it’s done,
but a melon baller scraping pressing at my core
Like someone knocking down my door.
Full force, heavy not hollow
For a long, moment,
But after the movement
its empty, ...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#emptiness #emotional
#emptiness #emotional
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
Ecdysis
He walked and he crept,
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
#fiction
#monsters
#shame #freedom
#shame #freedom
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