Submissions by MgAl
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Am I poet? I don't know. I am an extremely loose definition of the word, at best. I just write when my heart tells me to. Or when the liquor runs out.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2021 8:43pm
24th May 2021 8:43pm
And that's okay
We could float for hours
without ever seeing the sky
and that's okay
We could eat all of the same foods
and tell all of the same stories
and that's okay
We could fly between antique stores,
caressing wooden shelves of "what we'll get next time"
and that's okay
We could actively participate in the pulse of life
or sit, observant and sentinel as steel
and that's okay
We could sit in comfortable...
without ever seeing the sky
and that's okay
We could eat all of the same foods
and tell all of the same stories
and that's okay
We could fly between antique stores,
caressing wooden shelves of "what we'll get next time"
and that's okay
We could actively participate in the pulse of life
or sit, observant and sentinel as steel
and that's okay
We could sit in comfortable...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind #gratitude
#humankind #gratitude
438 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 5:28pm
6th Apr 2021 5:28pm
Dare to exist
A hush
upon entrance.
A chill
creeps at a prickly crawl.
Stares and murmurs,
chuckles and slurs,
bated breaths swiping
the surface of my caramel skin,
seeping from scowling maws
like predatory vipers,
hissing,
hissing,
hissing,
thirsting to draw blood,
hoping for a taste
of copper fear.
I face forward.
I smirk knowingly
at ghosts of Others past.
I breathe,
with the audacity to believe
your air is also mine.
I cut through,
hot blade in a quiet duel
with your cold...
upon entrance.
A chill
creeps at a prickly crawl.
Stares and murmurs,
chuckles and slurs,
bated breaths swiping
the surface of my caramel skin,
seeping from scowling maws
like predatory vipers,
hissing,
hissing,
hissing,
thirsting to draw blood,
hoping for a taste
of copper fear.
I face forward.
I smirk knowingly
at ghosts of Others past.
I breathe,
with the audacity to believe
your air is also mine.
I cut through,
hot blade in a quiet duel
with your cold...
#identity
#LGBT
332 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
I am of you
I am of you,
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
#mother
#father
#family
#identity
#confessional
396 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 3:02am
5th Apr 2021 3:02am
Hidden pools
My spirit falters at my lips,
for my voice is weakened by hesitance.
Yet I thrive in fountains of ink,
painting the abstract behind my teeth,
clenched to suppress,
to hide the shame of the quiver,
the stutter, the swallow, the break,
that might muddy intention and conviction.
Hidden pools lay dormant
within sinister thickets of reeds and thorns,
awaiting a plume of discovery
to flume them of their rich resources,
as fluid, formless ideas dream of legs,
aching to run and dance with abandon
upon a limitless canvas, ...
for my voice is weakened by hesitance.
Yet I thrive in fountains of ink,
painting the abstract behind my teeth,
clenched to suppress,
to hide the shame of the quiver,
the stutter, the swallow, the break,
that might muddy intention and conviction.
Hidden pools lay dormant
within sinister thickets of reeds and thorns,
awaiting a plume of discovery
to flume them of their rich resources,
as fluid, formless ideas dream of legs,
aching to run and dance with abandon
upon a limitless canvas, ...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
512 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 2:33pm
3rd Apr 2021 2:33pm
Quiet
Quiet is a scream heard only by you,
hoarse and unintelligible anguish,
impacting sound-proof self-protection,
thus no one reacts or responds,
for they hear nothing.
Quiet is words spoken by others,
dictated as truth to which you acquiesce,
written scripts pouring so-called heart,
when not a breath of these volumes
were a creation of your voice.
Quiet is an eternal mind-war,
your inner sanctum's walls clawed to pulp,
stinging...
hoarse and unintelligible anguish,
impacting sound-proof self-protection,
thus no one reacts or responds,
for they hear nothing.
Quiet is words spoken by others,
dictated as truth to which you acquiesce,
written scripts pouring so-called heart,
when not a breath of these volumes
were a creation of your voice.
Quiet is an eternal mind-war,
your inner sanctum's walls clawed to pulp,
stinging...
#anxiety
#silence
#frustration
488 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Aug 2020 6:17pm
26th Aug 2020 6:17pm
Not Today
#depression
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
763 reads
6 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Aug 2020 8:38pm
16th Aug 2020 8:38pm
He said he was a poet (song version)
#relationships
#music
#lyrics
637 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2020 7:17pm
15th Aug 2020 7:17pm
Vegas, baby
The scene is stale,
but the faces are fresh.
The lies are weak,
but the drinks are strong.
The stars are dim,
but the lights are bright.
The quiet is music,
but the music never quiets.
The locals are withered,
but the tourists are lush.
The money is lost,
but the gamblers are "winning."
The high is a lady,
but the hangover’s a bitch.
The guilt is a secret,
but the discretion is advertised.
The sin is real,
but the pleasure is fake.
...
but the faces are fresh.
The lies are weak,
but the drinks are strong.
The stars are dim,
but the lights are bright.
The quiet is music,
but the music never quiets.
The locals are withered,
but the tourists are lush.
The money is lost,
but the gamblers are "winning."
The high is a lady,
but the hangover’s a bitch.
The guilt is a secret,
but the discretion is advertised.
The sin is real,
but the pleasure is fake.
...
#home
#city
428 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Aug 2020 7:22am
14th Aug 2020 7:22am
Fight for Your Life
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #lyrics
#MentalHealth #lyrics
936 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 8:34pm
2nd Aug 2020 8:34pm
am
I say to any previous masks,
previous truths,
previous tags,
previous identities,
previous strife,
previous duality,
and to naysayers and doubters,
both past and anon:
“Bye.”
Nary a thing will deter me
from greeting this new sky,
for I have now risen as revelation,
and living as I truly am.
previous truths,
previous tags,
previous identities,
previous strife,
previous duality,
and to naysayers and doubters,
both past and anon:
“Bye.”
Nary a thing will deter me
from greeting this new sky,
for I have now risen as revelation,
and living as I truly am.
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
528 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 5:05am
1st Aug 2020 5:05am
Perpetual Spring
I awoke on a dewy morning, still enclosed,
shuddering and fearful of nature's breath.
Yet rain and breezes cooled my stems
and brought upon a refreshing caress
to open the blooms I deemed unsightly.
And no longer desiring a life of enclosure,
I turned at last to face the sun,
to wash my face with light and air,
and stand amongst the breathing flora
as a creature of boundless radiance,
refusing to be muted by the shade of trees,
nor to be trampled by careless feet,
alive at last in my perpetual Spring.
shuddering and fearful of nature's breath.
Yet rain and breezes cooled my stems
and brought upon a refreshing caress
to open the blooms I deemed unsightly.
And no longer desiring a life of enclosure,
I turned at last to face the sun,
to wash my face with light and air,
and stand amongst the breathing flora
as a creature of boundless radiance,
refusing to be muted by the shade of trees,
nor to be trampled by careless feet,
alive at last in my perpetual Spring.
#spring
#nature
#birthday #gratitude
#birthday #gratitude
614 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 9:50pm
31st Jul 2020 9:50pm
White knight
White knight on a horse
with a mission to ravage,
spouting saccharines with force
like some valiant candy savage
But how fortunate for you,
this naive flower with no luck;
Sir knight wolf-eyed for the bloom,
eager for a valiant pluck.
with a mission to ravage,
spouting saccharines with force
like some valiant candy savage
But how fortunate for you,
this naive flower with no luck;
Sir knight wolf-eyed for the bloom,
eager for a valiant pluck.
#lust
#sensual
428 reads
0 Comments
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