Submissions by NP_NP (NP)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I feel my moments deeply, and the moment I experience them, I write about them. I also turn my wild, crazy dreams into poetry—they’re too vivid not to share. I truly love life and believe it’s time to bring a whole new spin on poetry.
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free— ...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free— ...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 3:58pm
2nd Jan 2025 3:58pm
The Boys First Heartbreak
I ask him, "Was she worth it?"
He exhales, slow and deliberate.
"She was the tweak to my addict,
the dead eyes you see in the lost.
She was dark, parasitic to my heart.
She wanted to crawl inside my skin
just to feel my warmth.
She was fucking everything."
"She sounds terrible," I respond.
He takes the longest drag of his cigarette,
smoke curling like his thoughts.
"Nah," he says,
"she was comfortable in the dark.
It’s there she created art.
Sure, she nearly swallowed my...
He exhales, slow and deliberate.
"She was the tweak to my addict,
the dead eyes you see in the lost.
She was dark, parasitic to my heart.
She wanted to crawl inside my skin
just to feel my warmth.
She was fucking everything."
"She sounds terrible," I respond.
He takes the longest drag of his cigarette,
smoke curling like his thoughts.
"Nah," he says,
"she was comfortable in the dark.
It’s there she created art.
Sure, she nearly swallowed my...
#breakup
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 8:50pm
1st Jan 2025 8:50pm
Vibe Check
Will you pass the vibe check?
Are you the Blue Moon song—classic yet distinct.
Remember, I like plants, not flowers.
I’ll connect to you on a deeper plane, more than anyone has.
Two planets circling, locked in orbit.
Slide close to me, and I'll slide to you.
Don’t forget to open my door when I step out of the car;
I love a man who proves chivalry isn’t dead.
I want a teacher and a student.
I’ll show you my darkness
If you reveal what truly haunts you.
Forever dancing, side by side,
Traveling partners, in...
Are you the Blue Moon song—classic yet distinct.
Remember, I like plants, not flowers.
I’ll connect to you on a deeper plane, more than anyone has.
Two planets circling, locked in orbit.
Slide close to me, and I'll slide to you.
Don’t forget to open my door when I step out of the car;
I love a man who proves chivalry isn’t dead.
I want a teacher and a student.
I’ll show you my darkness
If you reveal what truly haunts you.
Forever dancing, side by side,
Traveling partners, in...
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#love
#relationships
#romantic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 7:04pm
1st Jan 2025 7:04pm
Drain
You say it again, “You don’t love me,”
etching it into existence, carving it into stone.
The wall I once thought I had torn down,
you build it anew, brick by brick,
fortifying the distance between us.
We were once so steady, so alive with laughter,
but the light in your eyes flickers and fades.
Should I stay? I wonder,
as you drain my spirit,
leaving me hollow, weary from the fight.
It feels as though you thrive on breaking me,
pulling strength from my exhaustion.
I beg you to stop—
I don’t want to fight anymore, ...
etching it into existence, carving it into stone.
The wall I once thought I had torn down,
you build it anew, brick by brick,
fortifying the distance between us.
We were once so steady, so alive with laughter,
but the light in your eyes flickers and fades.
Should I stay? I wonder,
as you drain my spirit,
leaving me hollow, weary from the fight.
It feels as though you thrive on breaking me,
pulling strength from my exhaustion.
I beg you to stop—
I don’t want to fight anymore, ...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
Hellhounds
Hellhounds nipping at my heels, will I get away? I have seen the brilliance of heaven and the shadows of hell, but neither held any allure for me. In a haze of alcohol, I made a careless toast with a stranger, promising my soul for a taste of Bukowski’s infamy. I never imagined a demon would be eavesdropping on my drunken bravado. Let me recount the tale of why I abandoned whiskey. One night, after too much of it, I fell into a deep, restless sleep. I awoke to find myself in a strange, foreboding place. A demon, unmistakably so, stood before me. My eyes focused on a grim scene: a crematorium,...
#dreams
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#shadows
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 4:07pm
30th Dec 2024 4:07pm
The Oil Field Man
I linger in sadness because it sharpens the moments that make me laugh,
like the blade’s edge reveals the beauty of the cut.
"Why is it," he asked, voice thick with whiskey,
"every time I sleep with a woman, I can't fill this void?"
His words hung heavy,
and I, tired of his endless lament,
took everything he ever told me—
his fears, his wounds, his pathetic confessions—
rolled them into something jagged and sharp,
a meatloaf of truth he wasn’t ready to swallow.
And I shoved it down his throat.
I left him there,...
like the blade’s edge reveals the beauty of the cut.
"Why is it," he asked, voice thick with whiskey,
"every time I sleep with a woman, I can't fill this void?"
His words hung heavy,
and I, tired of his endless lament,
took everything he ever told me—
his fears, his wounds, his pathetic confessions—
rolled them into something jagged and sharp,
a meatloaf of truth he wasn’t ready to swallow.
And I shoved it down his throat.
I left him there,...
#identity
#lust
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 4:01pm
30th Dec 2024 4:01pm
Mexican Princess
The beauty with a rose tattoo on her neck. I once told her I'd write her a poem and called her my Mexican Princess. She was beautiful, my millennial chola, and I knew exactly why I was drawn to her.
I've loved a woman before and learned how wild that love can be. My Geji never fought—she left that to me. But this one? She'd probably beat my ass if I missed her call. A fighter, just like me. I know exactly how it would end—moving trucks constantly in our driveway, her beauty clashing with the heart I would inevitably break.
Still, I can't stop looking at her with desire....
I've loved a woman before and learned how wild that love can be. My Geji never fought—she left that to me. But this one? She'd probably beat my ass if I missed her call. A fighter, just like me. I know exactly how it would end—moving trucks constantly in our driveway, her beauty clashing with the heart I would inevitably break.
Still, I can't stop looking at her with desire....
#crush
#lust
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 5:55am
30th Dec 2024 5:55am
Frequencies
I sought you briefly, a fleeting beacon,
to confirm my steps, my chosen path.
Will I ever see you again? I truly don’t know.
Are we tuned to the same frequency,
or have you merely stumbled upon my station,
a ghost caught in the hum of static?
I dug up your skeletons,
just so I could drink tea with them,
to make sense of the echoes they leave behind.
You fear the dark, but I find solace
where shadows weave their quiet embrace.
It was a Friday night—
a moment of resolve,
when I vowed to no longer dance ...
to confirm my steps, my chosen path.
Will I ever see you again? I truly don’t know.
Are we tuned to the same frequency,
or have you merely stumbled upon my station,
a ghost caught in the hum of static?
I dug up your skeletons,
just so I could drink tea with them,
to make sense of the echoes they leave behind.
You fear the dark, but I find solace
where shadows weave their quiet embrace.
It was a Friday night—
a moment of resolve,
when I vowed to no longer dance ...
#learning
#love
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
Defense Mechanism
I did it again, a defense I know too well,
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
#confessional
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
Normal
I tell my therapist, I want to be normal,
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Dec 2024 5:00pm
26th Dec 2024 5:00pm
Escape
I want to escape with you into the depths of the woods,
To bite my lip and confess: all I crave is to serve you.
Lift me—let my legs entwine your waist,
As you carry me into your lair, your sacred space.
Whisper to me the words I ache to hear,
Even if they're fleeting lies, let them draw me near.
In this hidden place, let's lose all control,
You've been teasing, tempting, igniting my soul.
I know your games, your deliberate intent,
Breaking my resolve, stirring dreams you invent.
To claim me fully in this secret...
To bite my lip and confess: all I crave is to serve you.
Lift me—let my legs entwine your waist,
As you carry me into your lair, your sacred space.
Whisper to me the words I ache to hear,
Even if they're fleeting lies, let them draw me near.
In this hidden place, let's lose all control,
You've been teasing, tempting, igniting my soul.
I know your games, your deliberate intent,
Breaking my resolve, stirring dreams you invent.
To claim me fully in this secret...
#crush
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#lust
#porn
241 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 11:08pm
24th Dec 2024 11:08pm
Crazy Love Story
She had already been there one day,
Perfect little Mrs. Housewife, who lost her way.
Sanity slipped, a wrist met a knife—
No mere simple piece, this trophy wife.
I recall her standing, eyes on the screen,
When he, Mr. Corporate America, walked in—pristine.
Black hair without a trace of gray,
A bottle of pills nearly stole him away.
And now here they both stood, in Green Oaks’ hall,
Where shadows loomed and spirits would fall.
The moment their eyes met, chemistry sparked,
A silent story instantly marked.
He’d chase...
Perfect little Mrs. Housewife, who lost her way.
Sanity slipped, a wrist met a knife—
No mere simple piece, this trophy wife.
I recall her standing, eyes on the screen,
When he, Mr. Corporate America, walked in—pristine.
Black hair without a trace of gray,
A bottle of pills nearly stole him away.
And now here they both stood, in Green Oaks’ hall,
Where shadows loomed and spirits would fall.
The moment their eyes met, chemistry sparked,
A silent story instantly marked.
He’d chase...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love
#lust
#UnrequitedLove
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