Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction What is art, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable? Compelled to feel?
SELF POEM
Published
Today 4:42pm
Today 4:42pm
Synesthetica, Part VI (Sentio)
vi. sentio (I feel)
(the color of rain)
pensive perusal,
my mind plays tricks
on both of us;
thoughts racing
towards home
in chaotic rivulets
dodging the ebb and flow
of windshield wipers
carrying frantic passengers
hanging onto the edges
for dear life;
a thousand tiny cracks
in the glass
means I’ll never know
where they’ll cross
the finish line
sometimes
this is a good thing
muted shades -
the perfect stage
for signs of life
to...
(the color of rain)
pensive perusal,
my mind plays tricks
on both of us;
thoughts racing
towards home
in chaotic rivulets
dodging the ebb and flow
of windshield wipers
carrying frantic passengers
hanging onto the edges
for dear life;
a thousand tiny cracks
in the glass
means I’ll never know
where they’ll cross
the finish line
sometimes
this is a good thing
muted shades -
the perfect stage
for signs of life
to...
#mother
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
12 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2020 5:36pm
21st Sep 2020 5:36pm
Moon-shine’s Ministrations
Moon-shine greets
me brightly
with full, luscious lips
embracing my own
in the deepest
of shared kisses;
she slips sweetly
across my tongue
like honey whiskey
tipped into coffee
on crisp mornings,
her liquid heat
filling my cold belly,
coaxing my surrender
to her ministrations
as she smooths
my furrowed brow,
bidding me goodnight
on hushed whispers
lulling me to sleep
before the sun
rises and puts
us both to bed
me brightly
with full, luscious lips
embracing my own
in the deepest
of shared kisses;
she slips sweetly
across my tongue
like honey whiskey
tipped into coffee
on crisp mornings,
her liquid heat
filling my cold belly,
coaxing my surrender
to her ministrations
as she smooths
my furrowed brow,
bidding me goodnight
on hushed whispers
lulling me to sleep
before the sun
rises and puts
us both to bed
#moon
#nature
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
32 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2020 6:44am
21st Sep 2020 6:44am
Synesthetica, Part V (Sapor)
v. sapor (taste)
ordering
fancy cappuccino
just to treat
my ears
to the gurgle-hiss
explosion
of frothing milk;
the first sip
of steamy bliss
carrying itself
into my throat,
dragging me
backwards, into
your waiting arms -
the last place
I felt safe
(memory)
the first kiss
anticipation,
an exquisitely effective
form of torture;
your eyes
searching,
asking every question
I’m eager to answer;
the taste
of you -
blooming...
ordering
fancy cappuccino
just to treat
my ears
to the gurgle-hiss
explosion
of frothing milk;
the first sip
of steamy bliss
carrying itself
into my throat,
dragging me
backwards, into
your waiting arms -
the last place
I felt safe
(memory)
the first kiss
anticipation,
an exquisitely effective
form of torture;
your eyes
searching,
asking every question
I’m eager to answer;
the taste
of you -
blooming...
#love
#family
#memories
#SelfReflection
#sensual
26 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2020 9:44pm
20th Sep 2020 9:44pm
Synesthetica, Part IV (Oderatus)
iv. oderatus (smell)
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring ...
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring ...
#nature
#spiritual
#memories
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
29 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
18th Sep 2020 11:13pm
Synesthetica, Part III (Tactus)
iii. tactus (touch)
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
the last bow
of Summer
peeking
from behind
dissipating clouds,
caressing
my face
with warmth;
pulling at
the corners of
my mouth,
he begs
for a smile
as Autumn
blows across
my skin,
commanding
my flesh
to rise
in standing
ovation;
I give myself
over to the will
of primal urges,
sensing
every follicle’s
deep curtsy,
my lips curving
upward, despite
my reluctance;
I give them
both
what they
ask...
#summer
#fall
#nature
#memories
#SelfReflection
42 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2020 3:53am
18th Sep 2020 3:53am
Synesthetica, Part II, (Audio)
ii. audio (sound)
my feet
scurrying,
each footfall
it’s own
impetus
forward -
sounding off
subtly,
water cascading
frantically
from
tired soles,
searching for
their way
home
natural
streams
carrying
the weight
of our
unnatural
consumption
floating busily
along
concrete channels
designed
for capture -
inevitable death
and the ultimate
cleansing
await,
a true
suicide...
my feet
scurrying,
each footfall
it’s own
impetus
forward -
sounding off
subtly,
water cascading
frantically
from
tired soles,
searching for
their way
home
natural
streams
carrying
the weight
of our
unnatural
consumption
floating busily
along
concrete channels
designed
for capture -
inevitable death
and the ultimate
cleansing
await,
a true
suicide...
#SelfReflection
#art
43 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 8:28pm
17th Sep 2020 8:28pm
Synesthetica, Part I (Aspectu)
i. aspectu
(sight)
old world
apothecarium
tucked into
crumbling
architecture
on an otherwise
nondescript
Main Street,
digested
treasures
in bulbous glass
bellies;
walls of books
keeping
ancient secrets;
totems
and trinkets
line shelves
of stained
wood,
oversaturated
with
nostalgia
antique
street lamps
lending
softness
to earthy
cobblestone ...
(sight)
old world
apothecarium
tucked into
crumbling
architecture
on an otherwise
nondescript
Main Street,
digested
treasures
in bulbous glass
bellies;
walls of books
keeping
ancient secrets;
totems
and trinkets
line shelves
of stained
wood,
oversaturated
with
nostalgia
antique
street lamps
lending
softness
to earthy
cobblestone ...
#identity
#art
50 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2020 3:53am
16th Sep 2020 3:53am
Maeror
when all the words
left us both
abandoned,
exhaled on a rush
of stale breath
we’d been holding
for far too long,
what was left
of you and of me -
of we?
the secret you wore
to appease the Moon
with pancakes,
was the best kind
of memory,
belonging to no one else;
but we held secret after secret
until we felt like nothing but
a locked away vault
full of whispers
and gentle subterfuge ...
left us both
abandoned,
exhaled on a rush
of stale breath
we’d been holding
for far too long,
what was left
of you and of me -
of we?
the secret you wore
to appease the Moon
with pancakes,
was the best kind
of memory,
belonging to no one else;
but we held secret after secret
until we felt like nothing but
a locked away vault
full of whispers
and gentle subterfuge ...
#love
#grief
45 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2020 5:19pm
15th Sep 2020 5:19pm
Between the Deep and Me
death on the shore
under the full Hunter’s moon,
my fight, a trophy
in your chest pocket
as you leave me for high tide;
there’s nothing now
between the deep and me,
save a few stars standing
in my way
under the full Hunter’s moon,
my fight, a trophy
in your chest pocket
as you leave me for high tide;
there’s nothing now
between the deep and me,
save a few stars standing
in my way
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#night
62 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 3:41pm
14th Sep 2020 3:41pm
In the Dark, Before Coffee
awake
never slowly,
just suddenly aware;
Pain greets me
with a rough kiss,
missing my mouth
completely,
brushing my neck, instead;
Morning rolls over,
incensed at the intrusion,
huffing under her breath;
I sigh to the shadows,
why must it always be this way
between us?
arguing with 5 am is useless
but I do it anyway -
Sleep hates the conflict,
slipping away to hide;
I won’t see him again today ...
never slowly,
just suddenly aware;
Pain greets me
with a rough kiss,
missing my mouth
completely,
brushing my neck, instead;
Morning rolls over,
incensed at the intrusion,
huffing under her breath;
I sigh to the shadows,
why must it always be this way
between us?
arguing with 5 am is useless
but I do it anyway -
Sleep hates the conflict,
slipping away to hide;
I won’t see him again today ...
#love
#grief
76 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2020 1:31pm
11th Sep 2020 1:31pm
Death Song Saved to Voicemail
never said goodbye
you called me that night, singing
happened so damned fast
I never answered the phone
your death song saved to voicemail
you called me that night, singing
happened so damned fast
I never answered the phone
your death song saved to voicemail
#regret
#grief
#death
83 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2020 11:09pm
7th Sep 2020 11:09pm
Propensus
common cattails
bowing gracefully
to the coming changes,
their toes still cooling
in the muddy edge
of the marsh,
while Autumn’s chilly breath
and Summer’s toasty fingers
argue over who will lay claim
to my bare ankles
bowing gracefully
to the coming changes,
their toes still cooling
in the muddy edge
of the marsh,
while Autumn’s chilly breath
and Summer’s toasty fingers
argue over who will lay claim
to my bare ankles
#fall
#nature
52 reads
11 Comments
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