Submissions by Nachiyobe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am the space between.... My words are a safe space for lost souls that need refuge,and for lovers that need a heart to hold them. I am a poet not only because I write, but, because when I do I make a home for me and maybe someone else too...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 4:02am
8th Dec 2024 4:02am
Poetry Is
Poetry
In the grip of days
when the heart feels
like a wild thing,
teetering on the edge
of clawing itself
free from my chest,
something shifts,
like the weight of love
breaking ribs,
pouring forth,
desperate to taste
the sweetness of those lips—
Oh, how easily it forgets the cost,
the time it took
to mend from the wreckage,
from honey to bitterness,
those flavors now mingling.
Poetry,
always a balm,
cradling my raw edges
when I want to...
In the grip of days
when the heart feels
like a wild thing,
teetering on the edge
of clawing itself
free from my chest,
something shifts,
like the weight of love
breaking ribs,
pouring forth,
desperate to taste
the sweetness of those lips—
Oh, how easily it forgets the cost,
the time it took
to mend from the wreckage,
from honey to bitterness,
those flavors now mingling.
Poetry,
always a balm,
cradling my raw edges
when I want to...
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 4:01am
8th Dec 2024 4:01am
Love's Untamed Fabric
If you seek a love,
That sits neatly, pressed smooth as linen,
I cannot give you that,
Because true love - is wild.
It is as untamed as fire,
And it dances with the wind.
It is a patchwork of wounds,
Broken promises, mistakes and dreams,
It is heavy with the weight of unspoken things.
It is silent sighs stitched together in laughter,
And tears like summer storms on cracked pavements.
Its is daunting daydreams and many sleepless nights woven into one another.
And yes, our hearts will stumble,
And fumble...
That sits neatly, pressed smooth as linen,
I cannot give you that,
Because true love - is wild.
It is as untamed as fire,
And it dances with the wind.
It is a patchwork of wounds,
Broken promises, mistakes and dreams,
It is heavy with the weight of unspoken things.
It is silent sighs stitched together in laughter,
And tears like summer storms on cracked pavements.
Its is daunting daydreams and many sleepless nights woven into one another.
And yes, our hearts will stumble,
And fumble...
#bittersweet
#IMissYou
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 9:09am
6th Dec 2024 9:09am
A Writers Vows
With this paper and pen, I vow..
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
#emotions
#inspirational
#redemption
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 9:40am
2nd Feb 2023 9:40am
I have never been much of an artist....
....But, if I were to paint a picture,
I would start with an blank canvas,
And a clean paintbrush,
Hopefully that would be enough,
To tell the story that keeps playing in my head,
The story we left behind on that bed…
I have never been much of an artist,
But, if I were to be called one it would probably be because I painted us,
Body to body,
I would make love to the paper,
Let my paint brush win,
Paint with the same passion I felt when we were skin to skin..
The strokes of my brush would become synonymous with yours, ...
I would start with an blank canvas,
And a clean paintbrush,
Hopefully that would be enough,
To tell the story that keeps playing in my head,
The story we left behind on that bed…
I have never been much of an artist,
But, if I were to be called one it would probably be because I painted us,
Body to body,
I would make love to the paper,
Let my paint brush win,
Paint with the same passion I felt when we were skin to skin..
The strokes of my brush would become synonymous with yours, ...
#erotic
#sensual
#passion
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2023 9:55pm
1st Feb 2023 9:55pm
Journal Entries...
#22 (2023)
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🥲
…and yeah I know,
saying it out loud doesn’t make it okay, but,
acting like I don’t know it,
doesn’t make it any less true..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🙃
…and to be fair,
I probably owe lots of apologies,
for the things that I say,
and even more for the things that I do..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…😅
…and most times I try not to be,
but, honestly it’s a part of me that I can’t change,
so I choose to love it and learn from it everyday,
because I’m pretty sure if...
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🥲
…and yeah I know,
saying it out loud doesn’t make it okay, but,
acting like I don’t know it,
doesn’t make it any less true..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🙃
…and to be fair,
I probably owe lots of apologies,
for the things that I say,
and even more for the things that I do..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…😅
…and most times I try not to be,
but, honestly it’s a part of me that I can’t change,
so I choose to love it and learn from it everyday,
because I’m pretty sure if...
#confessional
#myself
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2022 11:17pm
15th Dec 2022 11:17pm
I guess I’ll just write about it then…
I can feel my heart beating in my chest,
And yes, I know that should feel normal, I guess,
Except…
It’s not beating,
It’s throbbing, no wait actually it’s pounding,
In a rhythm, that I don’t have a grasp on yet…
I can hear myself think during the day, and even more at night.
And again, I know it’s normal, and I should be fine,
Except…
The voice that I hear isn’t mine,
And I’m not sure if I can call what I hear thoughts or,
Shots fired to the target that is my fragile mind…
I hear ringing in my ears, almost like I hit my...
And yes, I know that should feel normal, I guess,
Except…
It’s not beating,
It’s throbbing, no wait actually it’s pounding,
In a rhythm, that I don’t have a grasp on yet…
I can hear myself think during the day, and even more at night.
And again, I know it’s normal, and I should be fine,
Except…
The voice that I hear isn’t mine,
And I’m not sure if I can call what I hear thoughts or,
Shots fired to the target that is my fragile mind…
I hear ringing in my ears, almost like I hit my...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2022 11:35am
13th Dec 2022 11:35am
Letter to my lover...
#1
Whisper sweet nothings in my ears,
Tell me it’s all in my head,
So that I don’t waste my time wiping my tears,
Or tossing and turning in my bed.
Hold me tight in your arms,
Let me hear your heart race.
Lie to me to keep me calm,
Just don’t say it to my face.
Kiss me till my mind is empty,
Or at least until I can’t get the questions out.
Let your lips take away from me,
Every suspicion and every ounce of doubt..
Blind me with your actions,
Because your words are starting to get old.
Let your...
Whisper sweet nothings in my ears,
Tell me it’s all in my head,
So that I don’t waste my time wiping my tears,
Or tossing and turning in my bed.
Hold me tight in your arms,
Let me hear your heart race.
Lie to me to keep me calm,
Just don’t say it to my face.
Kiss me till my mind is empty,
Or at least until I can’t get the questions out.
Let your lips take away from me,
Every suspicion and every ounce of doubt..
Blind me with your actions,
Because your words are starting to get old.
Let your...
#relationships
#secrets
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