Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 1:52am
17th Dec 2024 1:52am
Blóm
Flush, my skin blushes
the shade of spring roses;
my fragrant bloom
belongs to the marrow
of your bones,
sweetly flowing deep
along frenzied nerve endings;
there, where my love,
my verdant desire
spills and soothes.
the shade of spring roses;
my fragrant bloom
belongs to the marrow
of your bones,
sweetly flowing deep
along frenzied nerve endings;
there, where my love,
my verdant desire
spills and soothes.
#erotic
#love
#passion #sensual
#passion #sensual
220 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
16th Dec 2024 1:55am
Limerence
i. infatuation
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
70 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
11th Dec 2024 4:21am
Dichotomy of an Episode - Savage Comfort
i. dissociation is self-care
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
if you play down here
in this darkness,
you’ll shiver in the bitter cold
but at least feel safe at last
from the kind of hope and wonder
that does you in every time,
protected from the well-intentioned
who try, with their platitudes
and half-hearted well-wishing,
to drag you out of this place
kicking and screaming
ii. compulsions are a bitch
if you stay long enough,
a savage comfort grows;
planted in the rocky soil,
where shadows have names
and...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
65 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
9th Dec 2024 2:37am
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
97 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 1:24am
6th Dec 2024 1:24am
What Then?
and if I met you at our corner,
standing in front of the theater
on the rainiest day of Spring,
what then?
would you remember how
you loved me
hand in hand, eyes locked
once upon a silver screen?
and if I told you that I’ve loved you
since then; heart exposed
naked and shivering
while raindrops raised cold chills
upon my skin;
what then?
would you offer your love at last
…or just your umbrella?
standing in front of the theater
on the rainiest day of Spring,
what then?
would you remember how
you loved me
hand in hand, eyes locked
once upon a silver screen?
and if I told you that I’ve loved you
since then; heart exposed
naked and shivering
while raindrops raised cold chills
upon my skin;
what then?
would you offer your love at last
…or just your umbrella?
#love
104 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 00:00am
6th Dec 2024 00:00am
Cloud Kisses
I lie in the grass, longing;
the early sky illuminating
an awakening earth beneath me;
the world presses upon my skin
in bittersweet memory;
I can still taste the pancakes
leftover from breakfast,
can still see your face
peeking through the clouds
to linger but just a moment;
I pull them towards me
to kiss you good morning
with maple syrup breath
and love still alive
the early sky illuminating
an awakening earth beneath me;
the world presses upon my skin
in bittersweet memory;
I can still taste the pancakes
leftover from breakfast,
can still see your face
peeking through the clouds
to linger but just a moment;
I pull them towards me
to kiss you good morning
with maple syrup breath
and love still alive
#love
83 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
Ten Thousand Things Alive
I am ten thousand things alive
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
105 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2024 9:25pm
24th Nov 2024 9:25pm
Random Manic Journal Entry, 5 Days In
Deal with it, because I feel ok
in my own skin for the first time,
maybe ever.
And I’ve had to fight demons
the size of identity-shaping dragons,
and swallow hereditary shame
to get here. Still shrinking
at the idea that you’ll all think
I want your attention. Crave it
in some unhealthy way.
Well.
Fuck what you think, anyway.
I mean really.
Fuck it and…fuck you
for trying to harsh my mellow today.
It has to be said sometimes. Seriously.
I’m crumbling architecture,
worn by...
in my own skin for the first time,
maybe ever.
And I’ve had to fight demons
the size of identity-shaping dragons,
and swallow hereditary shame
to get here. Still shrinking
at the idea that you’ll all think
I want your attention. Crave it
in some unhealthy way.
Well.
Fuck what you think, anyway.
I mean really.
Fuck it and…fuck you
for trying to harsh my mellow today.
It has to be said sometimes. Seriously.
I’m crumbling architecture,
worn by...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
94 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2024 4:50am
12th Nov 2024 4:50am
Teacup
I once held love loosely
in the palm of my hand,
a delicate, fragile thing;
tripping over complacency,
I dropped it and watched
as it shattered on the floor;
frantic, I gathered the pieces,
nicked and bleeding
for my efforts;
and. although it took
a mastic of heartache
mixed with a thousand tears
to make them stick,
I made something new;
no less delicate, or fragile
perhaps even more so now,
precious and holy for its scars
in the palm of my hand,
a delicate, fragile thing;
tripping over complacency,
I dropped it and watched
as it shattered on the floor;
frantic, I gathered the pieces,
nicked and bleeding
for my efforts;
and. although it took
a mastic of heartache
mixed with a thousand tears
to make them stick,
I made something new;
no less delicate, or fragile
perhaps even more so now,
precious and holy for its scars
#love
188 reads
24 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
97 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2024 2:29am
8th Nov 2024 2:29am
Melange of Sunset’s Colors
Come quickly, my love; meet me here
in this hushed and finite space
where the sinking sun meets the rising moon
to exchange possession of the evening sky;
lay with me, tangled against the cooling earth,
limbs entwined in healing configurations;
feel my song upon you, a rhythmic devotion
deep within my warm and welcome breast;
let the melange of sunset’s colors soothe us
before we willfully surrender to the night
in this hushed and finite space
where the sinking sun meets the rising moon
to exchange possession of the evening sky;
lay with me, tangled against the cooling earth,
limbs entwined in healing configurations;
feel my song upon you, a rhythmic devotion
deep within my warm and welcome breast;
let the melange of sunset’s colors soothe us
before we willfully surrender to the night
#love
138 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:12am
22nd Oct 2024 00:12am
Water Ritual
it’s just a simple glass of water,
nothing special, not really
I beg for its healing anyway;
I will it to slide down my throat
a wide and roaring tempest,
to wash away the sticky grief
lodged deep within my chest;
to quench my thirst for peace
in these long and dark hours;
to become the hideous monster,
that chases away the weariness
sewn to my bones’ marrow;
to transform the salt and sorrow
that slides in fresh tracks
down cheeks tired of smiling
and pretending it’s all okay
because it has to be
nothing special, not really
I beg for its healing anyway;
I will it to slide down my throat
a wide and roaring tempest,
to wash away the sticky grief
lodged deep within my chest;
to quench my thirst for peace
in these long and dark hours;
to become the hideous monster,
that chases away the weariness
sewn to my bones’ marrow;
to transform the salt and sorrow
that slides in fresh tracks
down cheeks tired of smiling
and pretending it’s all okay
because it has to be
#grief
#heartbroken
173 reads
5 Comments
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