Submissions by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
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.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
79 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 1:06pm
1st Jan 2025 1:06pm
Arcadia
beneath his skilled
and ravishing fingers,
her curves melt into
rainy Sunday mornings
spent helplessly
entangled,
limbs ensconced
in concupiscent poses;
beneath his
luscious weight
she comes untethered,
rising up to taste
the lips of rapture
and ravishing fingers,
her curves melt into
rainy Sunday mornings
spent helplessly
entangled,
limbs ensconced
in concupiscent poses;
beneath his
luscious weight
she comes untethered,
rising up to taste
the lips of rapture
#erotic
#love
#lust
#romantic
#sensual
382 reads
18 Comments
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
345 reads
11 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
109 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
124 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
146 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
150 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
115 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
144 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
144 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
214 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
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2 Comments
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