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
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
302 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
333 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
457 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
438 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
411 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
346 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Oct 2019 6:55pm
4th Oct 2019 6:55pm
Between the Mile Markers
The distance here
between you and I;
it’s not laid with
any
~or~
all
the words we say
the politeness is bittersweet
~yet~
there appears to be infinite road
stretching out before us,
the faded pavement
glittered here and there
with tiny resentments
that keep us going
between the mile markers
reminding us
of any and all of them;
words we don’t
or
those we won’t
(we can’t)
bring ourselves
to speak out loud
between you and I;
it’s not laid with
any
~or~
all
the words we say
the politeness is bittersweet
~yet~
there appears to be infinite road
stretching out before us,
the faded pavement
glittered here and there
with tiny resentments
that keep us going
between the mile markers
reminding us
of any and all of them;
words we don’t
or
those we won’t
(we can’t)
bring ourselves
to speak out loud
#love
479 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2019 5:24pm
4th Oct 2019 5:24pm
Kitten-Heeled Life Coach Platitudes
forced from my dream
the one where I am ok
for once
being pulled from the dock
just as I can see my ship
on the horizon
gritty eyes
peel back the curtains of slumber
at the very moment
of impact
where the weight of me
flies back into my bones
from wherever the fuck it hides
whenever I can finally sleep
“the new day is what you make of it!”
my therapist’s phantom voice
shrieks in my ear
like the Saturday morning alarm
I forgot to turn off Friday night
but...
...
the one where I am ok
for once
being pulled from the dock
just as I can see my ship
on the horizon
gritty eyes
peel back the curtains of slumber
at the very moment
of impact
where the weight of me
flies back into my bones
from wherever the fuck it hides
whenever I can finally sleep
“the new day is what you make of it!”
my therapist’s phantom voice
shrieks in my ear
like the Saturday morning alarm
I forgot to turn off Friday night
but...
...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#healing
472 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 2:17am
22nd Sep 2019 2:17am
Long Exhale on a Cloud
the tightness settles into my eyes
gauzy, jewel-toned shades
float down to cover my mind
satin pillows under my head
chest expands to blow
the sultry, ancient incense
from my torched, heavy breath
my hazy soul sighs
long exhale on a cloud
all my pieces draw inward
naked and exposed fully,
my critical eye softens
I see beauty in the rolling landscape;
scars create striking topography,
pleading with desire
for your curious explorations,
the ones I...
gauzy, jewel-toned shades
float down to cover my mind
satin pillows under my head
chest expands to blow
the sultry, ancient incense
from my torched, heavy breath
my hazy soul sighs
long exhale on a cloud
all my pieces draw inward
naked and exposed fully,
my critical eye softens
I see beauty in the rolling landscape;
scars create striking topography,
pleading with desire
for your curious explorations,
the ones I...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
515 reads
16 Comments
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