Submissions by LunaGreyhawk (Miss_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
8th Jan 2020 4:54am
8th Jan 2020 4:54am
Slim, Black Letters
tires wrapped in cages
ride tenuously along
this icy highway,
white wind howling
against the passenger window
where my head rests
softly in my warmest hat;
my breath escapes,
expanding outward
across the glass
in a heated fog;
I’m suddenly so tempted
to scrawl my name,
slim black letters
against the lacy surface,
raising my finger
with intention
yet, instead returning
the errant hand
to my lap
my mother’s voice -
awfully loud
for not being there
at...
ride tenuously along
this icy highway,
white wind howling
against the passenger window
where my head rests
softly in my warmest hat;
my breath escapes,
expanding outward
across the glass
in a heated fog;
I’m suddenly so tempted
to scrawl my name,
slim black letters
against the lacy surface,
raising my finger
with intention
yet, instead returning
the errant hand
to my lap
my mother’s voice -
awfully loud
for not being there
at...
#mother
#childhood
#SelfReflection
338 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2020 10:27pm
4th Jan 2020 10:27pm
Behind Eyes That Hide Their Own Irises
words slow
to a trickle
from my empty,
tired head;
fingers grip this pen
like some kind of sense
can be forced
from it,
but I know better
c’mon, give me something
spilling for therapy
gets the best of me,
makes you think
you can know who I am,
like you can decipher
what I’m made of
deeper, behind eyes
that hide
their own irises;
trust me you won’t
though
not unless I let you;
these rough facets
exposed on paper
are only the...
to a trickle
from my empty,
tired head;
fingers grip this pen
like some kind of sense
can be forced
from it,
but I know better
c’mon, give me something
spilling for therapy
gets the best of me,
makes you think
you can know who I am,
like you can decipher
what I’m made of
deeper, behind eyes
that hide
their own irises;
trust me you won’t
though
not unless I let you;
these rough facets
exposed on paper
are only the...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
333 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2020 1:12pm
2nd Jan 2020 1:12pm
Insomnia Concerto Sensoriale
3:27am
I’m awake
like the sun
with only
the moonlight
keeping me company;
words flow
grow
they know
I need sleep -
eyes full of sand
but a mind full
of patterns
colors
shapes, unidentifiable
at least until
I look them up
in the light
of later today
converging melodies
written upon
the shifting amalgam
~of thoughts~
too many to detail,
colliding in their hurry
to pique my interest,
showing off to grab
my full...
I’m awake
like the sun
with only
the moonlight
keeping me company;
words flow
grow
they know
I need sleep -
eyes full of sand
but a mind full
of patterns
colors
shapes, unidentifiable
at least until
I look them up
in the light
of later today
converging melodies
written upon
the shifting amalgam
~of thoughts~
too many to detail,
colliding in their hurry
to pique my interest,
showing off to grab
my full...
#insomnia
396 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2019 7:41pm
31st Dec 2019 7:41pm
Undressing
she peered
eyes wide open
deeply into herself,
into the only mirror
that really matters
~anymore~
her nose wrinkled
at the reflection;
who the hell
had she become?
the woman staring back,
a stranger
wearing her mother’s shirt,
decidedly not her color
with its pattern of chaos
sewn into mismatched joining
and her father’s Sermon Tie,
fashioned like a noose
threatening to strangle
her words,
cutting off her breath
without warning
as was always his way
...
eyes wide open
deeply into herself,
into the only mirror
that really matters
~anymore~
her nose wrinkled
at the reflection;
who the hell
had she become?
the woman staring back,
a stranger
wearing her mother’s shirt,
decidedly not her color
with its pattern of chaos
sewn into mismatched joining
and her father’s Sermon Tie,
fashioned like a noose
threatening to strangle
her words,
cutting off her breath
without warning
as was always his way
...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
406 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 6:23pm
20th Dec 2019 6:23pm
The Empath Speaks
I saw you in line,
uncomfortably stuck
between
the harried mom
snapping commands
at her wild brood
and
the businessman
in the expensive suit,
shifting from one
Italian loafer to the other,
impatience his resting place;
your insecurity screeches at me
loudly in its lack of words ~
please release me;
bright red-orange flames
fill your aura
and I can feel you
burning
the pain of existing
etched into your face,
your identity borrowed
from faded purple hair ...
uncomfortably stuck
between
the harried mom
snapping commands
at her wild brood
and
the businessman
in the expensive suit,
shifting from one
Italian loafer to the other,
impatience his resting place;
your insecurity screeches at me
loudly in its lack of words ~
please release me;
bright red-orange flames
fill your aura
and I can feel you
burning
the pain of existing
etched into your face,
your identity borrowed
from faded purple hair ...
#SelfReflection
#art
#SelfWorth
481 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2019 7:53am
16th Dec 2019 7:53am
Please Say Something
tell me again
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished...
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished...
#illness
#suffering
403 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2019 5:46pm
13th Dec 2019 5:46pm
These Dark Clouds, Colored Luna Grey
#identity
413 reads
14 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
431 reads
13 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
607 reads
17 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
409 reads
26 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
524 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2019 11:16pm
10th Nov 2019 11:16pm
Reaching for Sola Nirvana
today
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
she walked in the snow;
sun bright
on her brow,
casting shadows
into her eyes
long gone
dark
a single,
spring-green leaf
struggles to break free,
reaching for
Sola Nirvana;
small and determined,
it’s will to survive
focused
bending down,
her fingers gently
caressing;
the velvety-sharp
texture stings,
skip-starting
across her flesh;
even in its struggle
upward
it courageously
fights
where it stands ...
#strength
#hope
#courage #determination
#courage #determination
322 reads
13 Comments
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