Submissions by 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.
DARK POEM
Published
Today 4:00pm
Today 4:00pm
Blue Eyed Demons
I never want to see another man
with blue eyes.
Though, sadly, it’s always been my type.
Jumping on my aunt’s trampoline,
I’ve always been a big kid at heart—
forever stuck in that place where I can’t escape
the men with ocean eyes
who make me,
and the women in my bloodline,
weep.
It started with a soldier—
a Spanish man invading Mexico,
a tale that has twisted through my veins,
generation after generation.
Was he just doing his duty,
or did he delight in the carnage he left behind?
Did he...
with blue eyes.
Though, sadly, it’s always been my type.
Jumping on my aunt’s trampoline,
I’ve always been a big kid at heart—
forever stuck in that place where I can’t escape
the men with ocean eyes
who make me,
and the women in my bloodline,
weep.
It started with a soldier—
a Spanish man invading Mexico,
a tale that has twisted through my veins,
generation after generation.
Was he just doing his duty,
or did he delight in the carnage he left behind?
Did he...
#confessional
#dark
#prose
#sadness
#ShortStory
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 1:30pm
Today 1:30pm
Come Get Your Son
Someone come get their 23-year-old child,
A boy with red hair and a smile so wild.
He walks up tall, 6’3" in height,
Flashing his grin, full of youthful light.
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asks with grace,
I shake my head, lost in this place.
"Just here for inspiration," I softly reply,
But he’s not one to let the moment pass by.
From Tennessee, he says with pride,
Graduated in 2020, a good ole boy inside.
Church every Sunday with his mama dear,
But his charm and courage bring him near.
...
A boy with red hair and a smile so wild.
He walks up tall, 6’3" in height,
Flashing his grin, full of youthful light.
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asks with grace,
I shake my head, lost in this place.
"Just here for inspiration," I softly reply,
But he’s not one to let the moment pass by.
From Tennessee, he says with pride,
Graduated in 2020, a good ole boy inside.
Church every Sunday with his mama dear,
But his charm and courage bring him near.
...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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SONG LYRICS
Published
Today 00:35am
Today 00:35am
Burnout Man
(Verse 1)
You'll always be my burnout man,
Nothing but smoke and tire marks on my driveway.
My Marlboro man with a Winston hanging low,
Asking if I got a light, like you don’t even know.
Sitting at a bar in Reno, whiskey in my hand,
I don’t plan on drinking, just like the smell of gasoline.
You're worse than a heartbreak song,
But damn, I can sing it all night long.
(Chorus)
You'll always be my burnout man,
Nothing but smoke and tire marks on my driveway.
My Marlboro man with a Winston in his mouth, ...
You'll always be my burnout man,
Nothing but smoke and tire marks on my driveway.
My Marlboro man with a Winston hanging low,
Asking if I got a light, like you don’t even know.
Sitting at a bar in Reno, whiskey in my hand,
I don’t plan on drinking, just like the smell of gasoline.
You're worse than a heartbreak song,
But damn, I can sing it all night long.
(Chorus)
You'll always be my burnout man,
Nothing but smoke and tire marks on my driveway.
My Marlboro man with a Winston in his mouth, ...
#lyrics
#music
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:49pm
Yesterday 5:49pm
You Come Up With A Title
I stand back, gazing at my life,
A canvas where symbolism meets Fate,
Watercolors blend, vibrant and rife,
Daring to break cycles, bold and great.
Pencils sharpened, my story unfolds,
Unwritten, untouched, yet all my own.
No one will excoriate what I’ve told—
A book club on Saturdays, a life grown.
Self-defense on Thursdays, strength within,
Busting tables, writing by night’s grace.
Yoga and meditation, where peace begins,
Lifting, running, swimming—finding my place.
No longer does loneliness haunt my bed,
I...
A canvas where symbolism meets Fate,
Watercolors blend, vibrant and rife,
Daring to break cycles, bold and great.
Pencils sharpened, my story unfolds,
Unwritten, untouched, yet all my own.
No one will excoriate what I’ve told—
A book club on Saturdays, a life grown.
Self-defense on Thursdays, strength within,
Busting tables, writing by night’s grace.
Yoga and meditation, where peace begins,
Lifting, running, swimming—finding my place.
No longer does loneliness haunt my bed,
I...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
Yesterday 4:01pm
Yesterday 4:01pm
Warning Signs
How did it start? When did it become normal for a man to hit a woman? He screams. "you were nothing, everything you are is because of me".
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
#abuse
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
#suffering
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 11:40pm
17th Mar 2025 11:40pm
First Love First Heartbreak
Who tore the petals from your flower,
My winsome neophyte?
Swaying in the wind, she cries,
“I want him to feel my pain,”
Her sorrow born of his cold rejection.
It’s always the beautiful boys
Who make pretty girls weep.
I pull her close, her hands clutching my shirt,
Tears fall, her body grows limp,
We collapse to the floor,
And I cradle her as though she were still a child.
“I loved him, Mom,” she whispers,
As I wipe the tangled strands from her face,
“I know,” I say.
“Did it hurt like this when Dad broke your...
My winsome neophyte?
Swaying in the wind, she cries,
“I want him to feel my pain,”
Her sorrow born of his cold rejection.
It’s always the beautiful boys
Who make pretty girls weep.
I pull her close, her hands clutching my shirt,
Tears fall, her body grows limp,
We collapse to the floor,
And I cradle her as though she were still a child.
“I loved him, Mom,” she whispers,
As I wipe the tangled strands from her face,
“I know,” I say.
“Did it hurt like this when Dad broke your...
#breakup
#FirstLove
#heartbroken #UnrequitedLove
#heartbroken #UnrequitedLove
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 4:45pm
17th Mar 2025 4:45pm
Forgiveness
Escaping imbeciles, I watch them fall,
Drunk in their bliss, yet I can't relate at all.
A bitter heart grows, fed by his sin, I want to bathe in my hatred for him.
A man who gifted the poison of spite,
I unwrapped his gift and his snake bit me. He left me there to die.
Yet there's freedom in feeling empty,
No care for his opinion, no shame to unfold.
Embracing the villain, I burn his village just so my hands can warm.
I put away my white candles tempted to bathe in darkness letting this hollow hell consume me.
I cannot...
Drunk in their bliss, yet I can't relate at all.
A bitter heart grows, fed by his sin, I want to bathe in my hatred for him.
A man who gifted the poison of spite,
I unwrapped his gift and his snake bit me. He left me there to die.
Yet there's freedom in feeling empty,
No care for his opinion, no shame to unfold.
Embracing the villain, I burn his village just so my hands can warm.
I put away my white candles tempted to bathe in darkness letting this hollow hell consume me.
I cannot...
#anger
#forgiveness
#frustration
#hate
#love
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 7:31pm
16th Mar 2025 7:31pm
Divinity
Let them play for titles,
While I burn the fields,
He doesn’t understand why,
He loves the blaze in her eyes.
Setting intentions,
Blowing out candles,
I now dance by myself.
Kindling the flames in her heart,
Heel on the throats of my enemies,
Caring not for revenge,
But her own salvation.
Forever to plague his memories,
Thinking of what could have been.
Paying homage to ancestors,
Drinking the bitter truth, no chaser.
I'll never pursue another man,
Let God clear my path....
While I burn the fields,
He doesn’t understand why,
He loves the blaze in her eyes.
Setting intentions,
Blowing out candles,
I now dance by myself.
Kindling the flames in her heart,
Heel on the throats of my enemies,
Caring not for revenge,
But her own salvation.
Forever to plague his memories,
Thinking of what could have been.
Paying homage to ancestors,
Drinking the bitter truth, no chaser.
I'll never pursue another man,
Let God clear my path....
#feminism
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#women
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 8:14pm
15th Mar 2025 8:14pm
The Great Awakening
Let those who speak ill of me fall silent,
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be taken.
I call back all the energy once stolen and given,
Conserving it now, for the drums of war are awakening.
Spirituality and religion stand apart,
But this time, they can no longer burn us at the stakes—
Our power grows, even in the dark.
Confusion seeps into the patriarchy’s mind,
As the feminine learns to harness her strength,
No longer blind.
Once, told to avoid the...
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be taken.
I call back all the energy once stolen and given,
Conserving it now, for the drums of war are awakening.
Spirituality and religion stand apart,
But this time, they can no longer burn us at the stakes—
Our power grows, even in the dark.
Confusion seeps into the patriarchy’s mind,
As the feminine learns to harness her strength,
No longer blind.
Once, told to avoid the...
#feminism
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#women
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 5:58pm
15th Mar 2025 5:58pm
I Love Me
There was no farewell performance,
I threw away those seven-inch heels.
It's crazy how things fall into place
when you learn to respect yourself.
If he asks for pictures,
I leave him on unread.
I got my demons and angels shaking hands.
I can step into the shadows if I must,
just know, my demons work for me
while you're still battling yours.
Charlie told me we'd meet again,
and now I can't wait for him to show.
He'll either join my legion or get annihilated,
either way, he'll bow to me. ...
I threw away those seven-inch heels.
It's crazy how things fall into place
when you learn to respect yourself.
If he asks for pictures,
I leave him on unread.
I got my demons and angels shaking hands.
I can step into the shadows if I must,
just know, my demons work for me
while you're still battling yours.
Charlie told me we'd meet again,
and now I can't wait for him to show.
He'll either join my legion or get annihilated,
either way, he'll bow to me. ...
#courage
#heroic
#inspirational
#SelfWorth
#strength
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 9:33pm
14th Mar 2025 9:33pm
The Boy Raised By Women
A boy raised by a tribe of women,
Surrounded by the arts, flowers in every room.
He sees tranquility in all things,
For his mother bids him to stare at the sky,
And his sisters make him dance,
Even when he does not wish to.
He watches the men who make his tribe cry,
And vows to be nothing like them.
Since four, he’s held doors open,
For his aunt insisted,
A gesture of grace, learned so young.
He walks with confidence,
For beauty has been his lifelong companion.
He knows when a hug...
Surrounded by the arts, flowers in every room.
He sees tranquility in all things,
For his mother bids him to stare at the sky,
And his sisters make him dance,
Even when he does not wish to.
He watches the men who make his tribe cry,
And vows to be nothing like them.
Since four, he’s held doors open,
For his aunt insisted,
A gesture of grace, learned so young.
He walks with confidence,
For beauty has been his lifelong companion.
He knows when a hug...
#inspirational
#love
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 2:57am
14th Mar 2025 2:57am
Perfect
Curtains dance with whispers in the wind,
My easel stands, where a painting begins.
In the silence of the night, I find my peace,
Finally free, my soul’s sweet release.
He let me go before we could bind,
A love unspoken, etched in my mind.
A beautiful memory, forever to keep,
His strength in one word, so gentle, so deep.
I wonder, had he stayed silent never responding,
Would I have continued to wear a mask,
Pretending all was okay?
Late-night battles, cocaine rage ...
My easel stands, where a painting begins.
In the silence of the night, I find my peace,
Finally free, my soul’s sweet release.
He let me go before we could bind,
A love unspoken, etched in my mind.
A beautiful memory, forever to keep,
His strength in one word, so gentle, so deep.
I wonder, had he stayed silent never responding,
Would I have continued to wear a mask,
Pretending all was okay?
Late-night battles, cocaine rage ...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #love
#LifeChangingMoment #love
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