Submissions by LtDansLegs (Jay.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't know if I have a particular style, and just write more from ideas that flash in my brain. I don't lay out, or plan poems, most of my write go from thought to text in about an hour. Poetry was introduced to me years ago as a means of therapy,
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2022 6:47pm
12th May 2022 6:47pm
The color of my skin is love…
The color of my skin is love…
I rise above
the stereotypical pitfalls that beset us
on every side.
Upon wings of understanding I glide.
In hopes to reside
beyond the reach of hate,
I see the cosmic equality.
We can change our reality.
Look past the politically imposed duality
and embrace that we are all
ONE race.
Let us dip ourselves in oceans of forgiveness.
Swimming to the shore of patience and
acceptance.
What wonders would be achieved,
if in each other we believed.
The color of my...
I rise above
the stereotypical pitfalls that beset us
on every side.
Upon wings of understanding I glide.
In hopes to reside
beyond the reach of hate,
I see the cosmic equality.
We can change our reality.
Look past the politically imposed duality
and embrace that we are all
ONE race.
Let us dip ourselves in oceans of forgiveness.
Swimming to the shore of patience and
acceptance.
What wonders would be achieved,
if in each other we believed.
The color of my...
#love
#forgiveness
#SelfDiscovery
70 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2022 6:55pm
10th May 2022 6:55pm
Sublime
I cast my poetry
deep into space.
To the brightest of stars
or a shadowy place.
For the love of a friend
or a means to an end,
words drifting so softly
as a feather in the wind.
To a hope of the peace
so often denied.
On the breath of this poet
that true hearts supplied.
Through the cracks and the crevices
of the walls we have built.
For the leaves on the trees
just beginning to wilt.
Traveling through time
on the river of rhyme,
may our hearts be flung open
and our souls...
deep into space.
To the brightest of stars
or a shadowy place.
For the love of a friend
or a means to an end,
words drifting so softly
as a feather in the wind.
To a hope of the peace
so often denied.
On the breath of this poet
that true hearts supplied.
Through the cracks and the crevices
of the walls we have built.
For the leaves on the trees
just beginning to wilt.
Traveling through time
on the river of rhyme,
may our hearts be flung open
and our souls...
#love
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
78 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2022 6:50pm
27th Apr 2022 6:50pm
A lover’s dream
Petals soft on gentle breeze,
a fragrant scent of pleasantries,
blooming colors an eye’s delight,
oh precious day and subtle night.
The warmth of spring upon these lips,
such soothes a mind that gently slips,
into daydreams of love and peace,
pray this joy to never cease.
A simple touch or gentle sigh
can move a heart so oft too shy,
to reach for more than can be seen,
and bring to life a lover’s dream.
a fragrant scent of pleasantries,
blooming colors an eye’s delight,
oh precious day and subtle night.
The warmth of spring upon these lips,
such soothes a mind that gently slips,
into daydreams of love and peace,
pray this joy to never cease.
A simple touch or gentle sigh
can move a heart so oft too shy,
to reach for more than can be seen,
and bring to life a lover’s dream.
#love
#lover
112 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 6:56pm
26th Apr 2022 6:56pm
Fill it in, let it begin…
The sky is blue
and I am not.
That would be enough,
if that were all that I got.
Yet I have this pen
and I have this page.
I can write to tomorrow,
or reach an old age.
Will the ink sketch the truth,
or will it spread like a lie?
A happy hello,
or a painful goodbye.
A means to an end,
or an end to a tale.
Will it lead me to heaven,
or damn me to hell?
The real story
by popular demand
is that I hold my own fate
like the pen in my hand.
My power today
is...
and I am not.
That would be enough,
if that were all that I got.
Yet I have this pen
and I have this page.
I can write to tomorrow,
or reach an old age.
Will the ink sketch the truth,
or will it spread like a lie?
A happy hello,
or a painful goodbye.
A means to an end,
or an end to a tale.
Will it lead me to heaven,
or damn me to hell?
The real story
by popular demand
is that I hold my own fate
like the pen in my hand.
My power today
is...
#hope
#courage
#peace #PowerOfWords
#peace #PowerOfWords
65 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2022 6:51pm
20th Apr 2022 6:51pm
I saw myself today and didn’t look away.
Ink trickles to the page as I ponder.
In and out of focus, my thoughts wander.
Have I lost myself along the journey?
Pretending to fit, my soul is burning.
Day in and day out the wheel keeps turning.
If pain instructs, why am I not learning?
It makes sense to me that we’re made of dust.
Feeling dirty is the thought that I trust.
Normal is the carrot in front of me.
Dangling from the edge of my therapy.
Could I recognize myself being well,
if by happenstance I was pulled from Hell?
What does it feel like...
In and out of focus, my thoughts wander.
Have I lost myself along the journey?
Pretending to fit, my soul is burning.
Day in and day out the wheel keeps turning.
If pain instructs, why am I not learning?
It makes sense to me that we’re made of dust.
Feeling dirty is the thought that I trust.
Normal is the carrot in front of me.
Dangling from the edge of my therapy.
Could I recognize myself being well,
if by happenstance I was pulled from Hell?
What does it feel like...
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#healing
82 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2022 7:06pm
18th Apr 2022 7:06pm
Blah blah blah
Another Easter passed
I sort of have to laugh.
Pagan rituals cloaked in Christianity.
Man’s religious recipe for insanity.
Trouble with religion is their all man made.
Flawed from the beginning no matter how
you pray.
Most are seeking paying slaves,
their followers running headlong to
their graves.
There may be something else, I’m sure there is.
I’ll take my cup of spirit without show biz.
To make a grand connection should not
require cash
Those that pay for their salvation can kiss
my ass.
Hey,...
I sort of have to laugh.
Pagan rituals cloaked in Christianity.
Man’s religious recipe for insanity.
Trouble with religion is their all man made.
Flawed from the beginning no matter how
you pray.
Most are seeking paying slaves,
their followers running headlong to
their graves.
There may be something else, I’m sure there is.
I’ll take my cup of spirit without show biz.
To make a grand connection should not
require cash
Those that pay for their salvation can kiss
my ass.
Hey,...
#funny
53 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 6:58pm
15th Apr 2022 6:58pm
…and so it goes.
Just a boy looking for a mother’s love,
it was never there when push came to shove.
Why did you always say I was worthless?
I tried so hard for you to be perfect.
Always the black sheep of the family,
late night visitors always touching me.
How does one so young lose his sanity?
What did I do to cause you to hate me?
To this day you won’t accept any blame,
I was just an afterthought with a name.
Trying so hard to find ways to hate you.
It never happens, but I want it to.
Like a jigsaw puzzle somebody dropped, ...
it was never there when push came to shove.
Why did you always say I was worthless?
I tried so hard for you to be perfect.
Always the black sheep of the family,
late night visitors always touching me.
How does one so young lose his sanity?
What did I do to cause you to hate me?
To this day you won’t accept any blame,
I was just an afterthought with a name.
Trying so hard to find ways to hate you.
It never happens, but I want it to.
Like a jigsaw puzzle somebody dropped, ...
#anxiety
#FeelingLost
#hurt
114 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 5:16pm
15th Apr 2022 5:16pm
Up and down in perpetuity.
An addict of thought.
I overdose on the morose and milk toast.
Fleeting and fumbling ideas wrought
from an internal anxious outpost.
Set sail upon a sea of daydreams
waging war against odd irregularity.
Nothing and no one as it seems,
rapid cycling bipolarity.
Frenetic, fast paced inward aggression.
Swirling torrents of mass confusion.
Holding court with counseling sessions.
Rest and peace are mere illusions.
I’m keeping my head above water,
but the fear of drowning never leaves.
I find myself both...
I overdose on the morose and milk toast.
Fleeting and fumbling ideas wrought
from an internal anxious outpost.
Set sail upon a sea of daydreams
waging war against odd irregularity.
Nothing and no one as it seems,
rapid cycling bipolarity.
Frenetic, fast paced inward aggression.
Swirling torrents of mass confusion.
Holding court with counseling sessions.
Rest and peace are mere illusions.
I’m keeping my head above water,
but the fear of drowning never leaves.
I find myself both...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
71 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2022 7:10pm
13th Apr 2022 7:10pm
A mother’s love is power pure.
A leg for every deadly sin
and one to make us whole again.
Only a mother could wield such
power.
and one to make us whole again.
Only a mother could wield such
power.
#love
#forgiveness
#support
86 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2022 6:45pm
11th Apr 2022 6:45pm
It’s time I embrace my survival.
Intrusive,
are the thoughts that beckon me.
As I search for some sort of reckoning,
or understanding.
The voices so damn demanding
of me.
Only black do they want me to see,
but I still believe recklessly.
That I,
can rise from the ashes and fly.
I cannot let myself be denied.
As long as I’m breathing I’ll try.
To be free,
from the fear that has always chased me.
Deciding to change what I see,
and highlight the best parts of me.
I will strive,
to be happy that I am alive.
Remembering now as I try, ...
are the thoughts that beckon me.
As I search for some sort of reckoning,
or understanding.
The voices so damn demanding
of me.
Only black do they want me to see,
but I still believe recklessly.
That I,
can rise from the ashes and fly.
I cannot let myself be denied.
As long as I’m breathing I’ll try.
To be free,
from the fear that has always chased me.
Deciding to change what I see,
and highlight the best parts of me.
I will strive,
to be happy that I am alive.
Remembering now as I try, ...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational #determination
#inspirational #determination
79 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2022 8:12pm
10th Apr 2022 8:12pm
Truth of self, seen.
Words,
how they paint the invisibility
of us.
We monochromatic archeologists searching
endlessly for the ones that speak our
TRUTH.
They never come.
We are but seekers that never find,
dropping bread crumbs we call poems
in the hope of returning,
to a place we never really left.
We scrawl and scribe screaming
onto the paper for an understanding
of SELF.
Be it with pen or blade,
ink or blood, we carve these words from ourselves.
A piece of us on every page.
So that in the end, the...
how they paint the invisibility
of us.
We monochromatic archeologists searching
endlessly for the ones that speak our
TRUTH.
They never come.
We are but seekers that never find,
dropping bread crumbs we call poems
in the hope of returning,
to a place we never really left.
We scrawl and scribe screaming
onto the paper for an understanding
of SELF.
Be it with pen or blade,
ink or blood, we carve these words from ourselves.
A piece of us on every page.
So that in the end, the...
#love
#WritingPoetry
#healing #wisdom
#healing #wisdom
85 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2022 7:05pm
9th Apr 2022 7:05pm
Morning routine
Good morning voices
spreading their lies,
before I can wipe the
sleep from my eyes.
The sky is pastel blue
with Bob Ross clouds,
I see a flag flying,
the screams are so loud.
The war is long over
those comrades are dead,
the mission today
is to get out of bed.
So goes it for me,
the daily routine.
Sometimes you must live with
the things you have seen.
spreading their lies,
before I can wipe the
sleep from my eyes.
The sky is pastel blue
with Bob Ross clouds,
I see a flag flying,
the screams are so loud.
The war is long over
those comrades are dead,
the mission today
is to get out of bed.
So goes it for me,
the daily routine.
Sometimes you must live with
the things you have seen.
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#nightmares
108 reads
3 Comments
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