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
28th Dec 2022 10:07pm
28th Dec 2022 10:07pm
Eraser
I write my days
in pencil, on paper
because I know
they’ll never last
~ ask me again
tomorrow, or Monday
after the weekend
hides behind the workday
and taunts me
with mock freedom
~ ask me again
at five-fifteen on Friday,
after the work week
hides behind my spine
and settles beneath
my tired eyes;
fair warning, ahead,
my brain spins circles
around functional ideas,
dizzying itself
between the thens and nows
perhaps my madness
waffles between the two
because...
in pencil, on paper
because I know
they’ll never last
~ ask me again
tomorrow, or Monday
after the weekend
hides behind the workday
and taunts me
with mock freedom
~ ask me again
at five-fifteen on Friday,
after the work week
hides behind my spine
and settles beneath
my tired eyes;
fair warning, ahead,
my brain spins circles
around functional ideas,
dizzying itself
between the thens and nows
perhaps my madness
waffles between the two
because...
#depression
#bipolar
#WritingPoetry
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Dec 2022 8:04am
24th Dec 2022 8:04am
The Kiss
to have your lips speak again
the native tongue of lovers,
all the murmured promises
whispered against my mouth;
to feel the sudden dig
of your fingers into my flesh,
desire confessed against your will;
I want to bathe in the revelation
the native tongue of lovers,
all the murmured promises
whispered against my mouth;
to feel the sudden dig
of your fingers into my flesh,
desire confessed against your will;
I want to bathe in the revelation
#FallingInLove
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
Cookies for Breakfast
Insomnia steals her focus
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
#mother
#Christmas
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2022 2:26am
22nd Sep 2022 2:26am
Life Sacrosanct
buried in a graveyard of secrets
for a moment, time stood still
we played among the bones
of heavy decisions made lightly
and with unease -
they weigh me to this tomb
I was never really sure, until you.
now wraiths of regret shake my body
until my teeth chatter this confession,
biting my tongue, and yet these words
still bleed all over an empty page;
time was not content to idle
for nearly long enough
We once lived for you, for me, for us.
and now the next life will have to wait - ...
for a moment, time stood still
we played among the bones
of heavy decisions made lightly
and with unease -
they weigh me to this tomb
I was never really sure, until you.
now wraiths of regret shake my body
until my teeth chatter this confession,
biting my tongue, and yet these words
still bleed all over an empty page;
time was not content to idle
for nearly long enough
We once lived for you, for me, for us.
and now the next life will have to wait - ...
#sadness
#love
#hope #death
#hope #death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2022 10:32pm
1st Sep 2022 10:32pm
Moonlight Spill
The moon
has been busy
gorging on
summer’s sunshine;
her glutted belly bursts,
softly spilling
strings of silver light;
pools of pale reflection
gather gently
across the worn wood floor
has been busy
gorging on
summer’s sunshine;
her glutted belly bursts,
softly spilling
strings of silver light;
pools of pale reflection
gather gently
across the worn wood floor
#moon
#night
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2022 3:06am
16th Aug 2022 3:06am
…and so, we dance
Misunderstandings
move with swift feet
when mood (or stress)
strikes up the band,
musicians at the ready
awaiting their cue
we sway anxiously
under the glaring light
of too many wrongs and
not enough rights;
our eyes are so cloudy,
yet we glide along
to these familiar notes
Old Bitterness and
New Resentments,
our greatest hits play on -
crashing cymbals
sound against the silence
…and so, we dance
move with swift feet
when mood (or stress)
strikes up the band,
musicians at the ready
awaiting their cue
we sway anxiously
under the glaring light
of too many wrongs and
not enough rights;
our eyes are so cloudy,
yet we glide along
to these familiar notes
Old Bitterness and
New Resentments,
our greatest hits play on -
crashing cymbals
sound against the silence
…and so, we dance
#dialogue
#art
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SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2022 5:53am
19th May 2022 5:53am
Exploding Relish and other Glorious Displays of Physics
it’s a sensory treat,
the destruction of something
that is a pain in the ass to clean up,
something quite decadent
in the chaos of physics in motion
before our jaded, glassy eyes;
a moment where our hearts
are quickened by deep, fast beats -
excited by the horror, the inevitability
of something we can’t take back
the relish made its way from the shelf,
a serendipitous event
on an otherwise
boring Wednesday afternoon,
slamming into the floor
with such force
its contents exploded outward, ...
the destruction of something
that is a pain in the ass to clean up,
something quite decadent
in the chaos of physics in motion
before our jaded, glassy eyes;
a moment where our hearts
are quickened by deep, fast beats -
excited by the horror, the inevitability
of something we can’t take back
the relish made its way from the shelf,
a serendipitous event
on an otherwise
boring Wednesday afternoon,
slamming into the floor
with such force
its contents exploded outward, ...
#gratitude
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SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2022 4:16pm
3rd May 2022 4:16pm
Dragonfly
Spirits gone before
Ride wings of iridescence
Love’s message alight
Ride wings of iridescence
Love’s message alight
#nature
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2022 3:13am
21st Apr 2022 3:13am
To Our Own Detriment
cold and remembering those
bitter beginnings,
when flames in his eyes
burned the oxygen
from the room;
yet she could not long
resist the light she saw there
dancing upon forest floors,
lichen and moss-rich carpets
lay before her in splendor;
she justified her choosing as
women like her always do,
with slow smiles curving
up one side of their mouths,
just knowing they’re the ones
with what he needs, and
who will finally sooth
the fiercest of his fires,
until it is they who bear
the ugly scars...
bitter beginnings,
when flames in his eyes
burned the oxygen
from the room;
yet she could not long
resist the light she saw there
dancing upon forest floors,
lichen and moss-rich carpets
lay before her in splendor;
she justified her choosing as
women like her always do,
with slow smiles curving
up one side of their mouths,
just knowing they’re the ones
with what he needs, and
who will finally sooth
the fiercest of his fires,
until it is they who bear
the ugly scars...
#love
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
Shifts in Perspective
growing ever disillusioned, hence
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
#MentalHealth
#healing
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2022 1:33pm
12th Apr 2022 1:33pm
Anxiety is a Girl’s Best Friend
amidst the wreckage
she found me,
pulled me free
and just like that,
we were friends;
bound together
by circumstance,
bonded by our
twin reaction
to trauma, which was
to keep it all in,
and display no reaction at all;
the more dysfunction
we found inside each other
(and within ourselves),
the deeper we fell in
until every wrong turn
deserved another
in a destructive cycle;
a carousel of
codependent connection
before finally, one of us
had to end things badly
in a matter of...
she found me,
pulled me free
and just like that,
we were friends;
bound together
by circumstance,
bonded by our
twin reaction
to trauma, which was
to keep it all in,
and display no reaction at all;
the more dysfunction
we found inside each other
(and within ourselves),
the deeper we fell in
until every wrong turn
deserved another
in a destructive cycle;
a carousel of
codependent connection
before finally, one of us
had to end things badly
in a matter of...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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