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
Yesterday 5:46pm
Yesterday 5:46pm
These Dark Clouds, Colored Luna Grey
silky words
seep slowly
into
my crowded head,
each one
pulling
vibrant colors
from
the atmosphere
~and they sing~
images flutter,
landing softly
across
these dark clouds,
colored luna grey
with the melancholy
of existing
in skin
that doesn’t fit;
each stolen
from memory,
or
my insatiable
imagination,
it’s hard to tell
sometimes
~they all sing~
...
seep slowly
into
my crowded head,
each one
pulling
vibrant colors
from
the atmosphere
~and they sing~
images flutter,
landing softly
across
these dark clouds,
colored luna grey
with the melancholy
of existing
in skin
that doesn’t fit;
each stolen
from memory,
or
my insatiable
imagination,
it’s hard to tell
sometimes
~they all sing~
...
#identity
42 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 8:47am
11th Dec 2019 8:47am
Roses Blooming in Alabaster Vases
standing
under the full moon,
the last one
in a decade;
naked legs
revealed
to the frigid air,
my satin camisole
mounts no defense;
the cusp of winter
already wearing
her icy gloves,
stealing the heat
from my breath,
sinking frosty fingers
into bared skin
sweltering
with anticipation;
you’ve exposed
my exposure
and I fight the urge
to cover myself
and hide
from you ...
under the full moon,
the last one
in a decade;
naked legs
revealed
to the frigid air,
my satin camisole
mounts no defense;
the cusp of winter
already wearing
her icy gloves,
stealing the heat
from my breath,
sinking frosty fingers
into bared skin
sweltering
with anticipation;
you’ve exposed
my exposure
and I fight the urge
to cover myself
and hide
from you ...
#dreams
#sensual
158 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2019 7:04am
4th Dec 2019 7:04am
Casting Spells in the Shadows
standing still
the soft glow of the tv
casting spells
in the muted shadows
through the glass
of my patio doors
the smell of tobacco
layered over butane,
a brand new cigarette
brought to its
brilliant end
between anxious fingers;
these last weeks
have been so hard,
and I feel so soft,
~weak~
no more fight
the stool is missing
from my corner;
there’s nowhere
to rest ...
the soft glow of the tv
casting spells
in the muted shadows
through the glass
of my patio doors
the smell of tobacco
layered over butane,
a brand new cigarette
brought to its
brilliant end
between anxious fingers;
these last weeks
have been so hard,
and I feel so soft,
~weak~
no more fight
the stool is missing
from my corner;
there’s nowhere
to rest ...
#nature
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#SelfWorth
93 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2019 3:56am
3rd Dec 2019 3:56am
Come With Me
come with me,
let me show
you how
to be free;
but just
for a while,
it’s really
not my style
to hang on
once
you’re ready
to go,
on your way
but first
stay
let me say
what I’ve come
to display
for you;
let me taste
your
sweet-salty
skin
let me in
I won’t stay;
I promise
to become
slight
when we’ve
come down
from this
flight
but for now
take my hand,
breathe deep
lungs expand
I’m...
let me show
you how
to be free;
but just
for a while,
it’s really
not my style
to hang on
once
you’re ready
to go,
on your way
but first
stay
let me say
what I’ve come
to display
for you;
let me taste
your
sweet-salty
skin
let me in
I won’t stay;
I promise
to become
slight
when we’ve
come down
from this
flight
but for now
take my hand,
breathe deep
lungs expand
I’m...
#sensual
213 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Nov 2019 12:10pm
29th Nov 2019 12:10pm
A Word On Trauma, From the Healing Journal
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery #healing
#SelfDiscovery #healing
101 reads
11 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Nov 2019 3:36am
28th Nov 2019 3:36am
Open This Living Catacomb
#love
#sex
#erotic
312 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Nov 2019 7:40pm
24th Nov 2019 7:40pm
Cooking Up Ancient Spells In My Modern Kitchen
down the hatch
straight from
the oven
hot
hot
hotttt
just like
Poindexter’s folly;
I’m trying to plot
my escape,
and this is
the cheapest ticket
money can buy
half an hour,
forty-five minutes
pass me by
I am Lazarus
waiting for his savior;
come forth,
raise me from the dead,
cure this dread
sinking into bones ...
straight from
the oven
hot
hot
hotttt
just like
Poindexter’s folly;
I’m trying to plot
my escape,
and this is
the cheapest ticket
money can buy
half an hour,
forty-five minutes
pass me by
I am Lazarus
waiting for his savior;
come forth,
raise me from the dead,
cure this dread
sinking into bones ...
#erotic
178 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2019 9:09am
22nd Nov 2019 9:09am
And it Was Indeed, Beautiful
I.
healing~
it’s a messy thing;
but I am thankful
for the wisdom
gathered
in the fields
where I grew
my fears
so big
they choked
the life from all
who dared
get close enough
to sample the fruit,
it’s forced me
to learn everything
the absolute
hardest
way
healing~
scabbed
but
still...
healing~
it’s a messy thing;
but I am thankful
for the wisdom
gathered
in the fields
where I grew
my fears
so big
they choked
the life from all
who dared
get close enough
to sample the fruit,
it’s forced me
to learn everything
the absolute
hardest
way
healing~
scabbed
but
still...
#love
#hope
#MentalHealth #healing
#MentalHealth #healing
142 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2019 7:28am
21st Nov 2019 7:28am
All Gussied Up At The Table of The Normal
panic
had plans today
and as usual,
she didn’t bother
asking
if I had any
of my own
the engines
in my ears
roar to life;
hair-pin triggers
yet unidentified
send out
the
rescue squadron,
everyone’s geared up,
getting ready
for flight
heart thumping;
speed metal
bass beat
triple-tap
brrataatat!
with the unexpected ...
had plans today
and as usual,
she didn’t bother
asking
if I had any
of my own
the engines
in my ears
roar to life;
hair-pin triggers
yet unidentified
send out
the
rescue squadron,
everyone’s geared up,
getting ready
for flight
heart thumping;
speed metal
bass beat
triple-tap
brrataatat!
with the unexpected ...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#healing
109 reads
21 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2019 7:15pm
16th Nov 2019 7:15pm
And That’s Saying Something
I’ve never had
much love
for the human spin
on the accounting
of our history -
who we are and how
we came to be;
we can’t keep our own
shit straight,
how do we trust
the word of men
with selfish agendas
who weren’t so much
different
from you and I,
after all?
we do love a good drama;
lying to ourselves
in our own diaries,
reinforcing all manner
of delusions...
much love
for the human spin
on the accounting
of our history -
who we are and how
we came to be;
we can’t keep our own
shit straight,
how do we trust
the word of men
with selfish agendas
who weren’t so much
different
from you and I,
after all?
we do love a good drama;
lying to ourselves
in our own diaries,
reinforcing all manner
of delusions...
#peace
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
120 reads
24 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
The Torment of Realizing
she laid it all out,
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
#love
#regret
#forgiveness #friendship
#forgiveness #friendship
125 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2019 9:05pm
14th Nov 2019 9:05pm
Earth and Brackish Water
I can still smell
the grass
in my
grandmother’s yard,
just after
the pink-tinged
blue-gray hue
of the Florida sunrise -
fat and waxy blades,
swollen velvet
under my bare feet
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing;
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm
and the smell of
earth and brackish water
releases
with each step;
elephant ears
listening
to cherub-faced giggles
from my cousins
while I stand ...
the grass
in my
grandmother’s yard,
just after
the pink-tinged
blue-gray hue
of the Florida sunrise -
fat and waxy blades,
swollen velvet
under my bare feet
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing;
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm
and the smell of
earth and brackish water
releases
with each step;
elephant ears
listening
to cherub-faced giggles
from my cousins
while I stand ...
#memories
#nostalgia
86 reads
8 Comments
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