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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
106 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
Ken Dolls
You're so pretty, like a Ken doll. I'm perfectly fine if you stand still with your champagne—the perfect pose. His hair parted perfectly, suits from Wisconsin. He looks like he'd be a collectible; only thing is, I don't play with men who remind me of Ken dolls. With their perfect smiles, I could never trust a man prettier than I. Still, I put him in a glass case to look at when I'm bored. His abs chiseled with such precision—damn, he definitely has Mattel stamped on his ass. I adjust his arms, posing him perfectly as I place him back in his stand. He talks with a flawless voice and always...
#admiration
#masculinity
#men
119 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 5:01pm
7th Dec 2024 5:01pm
Cowboy In A Suit
There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.
Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.
He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.
Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored,...
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.
Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.
He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.
Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored,...
#identity
#men
#philosophical #women
#philosophical #women
128 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
114 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 9:36pm
5th Dec 2024 9:36pm
First Real Heartbreak
There was a time I'd do anything for you; you had me hooked like a fish. I would’ve never left you and always stayed true. There’s no one I would’ve swam in the abyss with. But damn, you fucked up. I was obsessed when I first met you! Now that I think of it, it was the first time I ever fell in love at first sight. When you cussed me out and dismissed me as if I was a peasant from the 1800s, it didn’t just break my heart—you took a little of my soul that day. Do you remember those lottery numbers on that ticket when I won—what was it—25 or 35 dollars?
NP
NP
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
#lover
#relationships
122 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 1:25am
5th Dec 2024 1:25am
Risk
#drugs
#risk
#SelfReflection
54 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 2:44am
4th Dec 2024 2:44am
Step In My Circle
They’ll call me the greatest, and I haven’t even published yet. Fans and critics already circle, craving words that burn with raw, unfiltered passion. Sorry, kids—nothing you’ve got comes close to what I bring. Let me torch the poetry community and rebuild it on my terms.
I’ve been waging a war of words since I was thirteen. Someone once asked if I feared thieves stealing my work. I laughed. Take one, and I’ll write ten more in thirty minutes.
It’s not cockiness—it’s my ego, unapologetic and earned.
NP
I’ve been waging a war of words since I was thirteen. Someone once asked if I feared thieves stealing my work. I laughed. Take one, and I’ll write ten more in thirty minutes.
It’s not cockiness—it’s my ego, unapologetic and earned.
NP
#funny
#identity
#TruthOfLife
125 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:53pm
2nd Dec 2024 4:53pm
Hate Me
I know it drives you crazy,
Searching, trying to find the reason why you hate me.
I've seen it time and time again—
Someone fixates on a person like me,
Keeping record of all that I do,
Trying to undo their nemesis, every syllable.
So I say, stop—don’t go down this road,
For it will drive you mad.
I am creation!
I am all the flaws you see in yourself.
Deep down, you know it’s not really me that undoes you.
I sit in the fire you try to hide—
The rage, the depression, the jealousy.
I am all the emotions you deny. ...
Searching, trying to find the reason why you hate me.
I've seen it time and time again—
Someone fixates on a person like me,
Keeping record of all that I do,
Trying to undo their nemesis, every syllable.
So I say, stop—don’t go down this road,
For it will drive you mad.
I am creation!
I am all the flaws you see in yourself.
Deep down, you know it’s not really me that undoes you.
I sit in the fire you try to hide—
The rage, the depression, the jealousy.
I am all the emotions you deny. ...
#anger
#hate
#identity
#jealousy
#PersonalGrowth
161 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:05am
2nd Dec 2024 2:05am
My Geji
#beauty
#girlfriend
#honesty
#love
#women
104 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 1:49am
2nd Dec 2024 1:49am
Reincarnation
Am I losing my mind, or finding something hidden?
Ideas swarm restless, screaming—
Read this, understand that,
Find the plan before time guts me like a clockwork beast.
It’s not hell I fear.
It’s the nothing.
The dead air, the black screen,
Memories pounding my skull like fists, three minutes before the credits roll.
Game over!
No encore!
But maybe it’s worse—
Maybe I come back.
Again.
To this.
This SHITSHOW of a planet
Where hope gets bought and sold,
Where dreams die quietly in cubicles,
And...
Ideas swarm restless, screaming—
Read this, understand that,
Find the plan before time guts me like a clockwork beast.
It’s not hell I fear.
It’s the nothing.
The dead air, the black screen,
Memories pounding my skull like fists, three minutes before the credits roll.
Game over!
No encore!
But maybe it’s worse—
Maybe I come back.
Again.
To this.
This SHITSHOW of a planet
Where hope gets bought and sold,
Where dreams die quietly in cubicles,
And...
#confessional
#identity
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#wisdom
157 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
Club Promotor
#breakup
#drugs
#heartbroken
#marijuana
#sex
112 reads
5 Comments
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