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.
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
411 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
579 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
402 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
509 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
308 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2019 11:16pm
7th Nov 2019 11:16pm
Acceptance
#grief
464 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 4:52pm
6th Nov 2019 4:52pm
The Rain Machine
i lay here in the dark,
listening to the rain machine
fake thunder posing;
it’s close to the real thing,
i mean, sure it is, right?
but close still means
a cheap copy of authentic
i need a cleansing...
a real downpour
unleashing it’s fury,
stinging my face
and matching my screams
as it twists it’s fingers
in my hair,
covering up the typhoon
already in progress here
i can hear it,
the simulated pattern -
an electronic sky
full of droplets, ...
listening to the rain machine
fake thunder posing;
it’s close to the real thing,
i mean, sure it is, right?
but close still means
a cheap copy of authentic
i need a cleansing...
a real downpour
unleashing it’s fury,
stinging my face
and matching my screams
as it twists it’s fingers
in my hair,
covering up the typhoon
already in progress here
i can hear it,
the simulated pattern -
an electronic sky
full of droplets, ...
#depression
#identity
297 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 7:26am
6th Nov 2019 7:26am
This Morning There Was Sunshine
this morning there was sunshine
I know there was;
I warmed myself in its light
....or do I have it wrong?
maybe it was a different day
altogether,
or maybe it’s always been dark
(god knows I am a good liar)
but I can’t fucking remember,
not anymore;
whatever the case may be,
it’s
pitch dark
now
and I can’t see a thing
I know there was;
I warmed myself in its light
....or do I have it wrong?
maybe it was a different day
altogether,
or maybe it’s always been dark
(god knows I am a good liar)
but I can’t fucking remember,
not anymore;
whatever the case may be,
it’s
pitch dark
now
and I can’t see a thing
#depression
331 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2019 7:14pm
3rd Nov 2019 7:14pm
The Performance
today is brighter,
but yesterday
was so damn dark;
floating just above
this flesh-encased
fortress
watching the shit show
from the very front row
where my crazy and I
make nervous eye contact,
she winks back mischievously
while she performs
her tricks;
angry,
disconnected,
dissociated, at last
what sweet relief to let go,
even if it means the destruction
will be total;
fear is for weaklings,
and she ain’t nobody’s bitch
she’s here to turn my magic
into...
but yesterday
was so damn dark;
floating just above
this flesh-encased
fortress
watching the shit show
from the very front row
where my crazy and I
make nervous eye contact,
she winks back mischievously
while she performs
her tricks;
angry,
disconnected,
dissociated, at last
what sweet relief to let go,
even if it means the destruction
will be total;
fear is for weaklings,
and she ain’t nobody’s bitch
she’s here to turn my magic
into...
#MentalHealth
456 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2019 8:29am
31st Oct 2019 8:29am
Undone
unwound
chaos swirling
angry clouds buzzing,
coming from somewhere
above my head
trapped in the corner
of this suburban brown sectional,
nondescript, middle-aged magic
that goes with everything;
but, i’m not listening,
i stopped listening
when i realized
your mouth
was full of angry bees
and you forgot
i am fucking allergic;
my face is swollen
and i can barely breathe;
is this what you want
when you come in here?
every time
your...
chaos swirling
angry clouds buzzing,
coming from somewhere
above my head
trapped in the corner
of this suburban brown sectional,
nondescript, middle-aged magic
that goes with everything;
but, i’m not listening,
i stopped listening
when i realized
your mouth
was full of angry bees
and you forgot
i am fucking allergic;
my face is swollen
and i can barely breathe;
is this what you want
when you come in here?
every time
your...
#MentalHealth
434 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2019 00:55am
28th Oct 2019 00:55am
~I am the Pneuma~
crescendo building,
it’s inevitable
from the first beat to pique
the small hairs in my ears;
spilling tentatively, slowly
from sleek-shiny speakers,
anticipation of the climb
is almost tangible,
curling into tendrils
above my head;
lazy, yet distinctly
predatory
in the...
it’s inevitable
from the first beat to pique
the small hairs in my ears;
spilling tentatively, slowly
from sleek-shiny speakers,
anticipation of the climb
is almost tangible,
curling into tendrils
above my head;
lazy, yet distinctly
predatory
in the...
#identity
#music
#lyrics
409 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2019 9:21pm
27th Oct 2019 9:21pm
Dissociating
Unbalanced ~
one foot
tethered to certainty,
one firmly planted
in the impossible;
the truth now reflecting,
silvery and bold
in her wary,
star-struck eyes
and it’s far more dazzling
than she ever dared
imagine;
she beats back the urge
to take off in any direction,
in every direction;
fight-or-flight
never had anything
on her
~Untethered~
her shoelaces come
undone
and they dance
wildly
in chaotic arcs
as she runs
headlong
into the...
one foot
tethered to certainty,
one firmly planted
in the impossible;
the truth now reflecting,
silvery and bold
in her wary,
star-struck eyes
and it’s far more dazzling
than she ever dared
imagine;
she beats back the urge
to take off in any direction,
in every direction;
fight-or-flight
never had anything
on her
~Untethered~
her shoelaces come
undone
and they dance
wildly
in chaotic arcs
as she runs
headlong
into the...
#MentalHealth
344 reads
11 Comments
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