Submissions by Naidy (NomadicNaid)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A wandering nomad making memories
Mental Instability
Why do the flowers fall after blooming.
And just as my mind spiraled,
She smiled.
And like the warmth of the sun,
Her soft smile comforted me.
Wrapping the rays of her love
Around my shaking tree.
Shining through the leaves
Not missing a single thought.
The warmth of her love surrounded me
Entrusting me with the ability to see through,
Not just to the depth of her soul,
But past the dark clouds of mine.
Her eyes prescribed medication.
Meditation.
A check in with myself to make sure ...
And just as my mind spiraled,
She smiled.
And like the warmth of the sun,
Her soft smile comforted me.
Wrapping the rays of her love
Around my shaking tree.
Shining through the leaves
Not missing a single thought.
The warmth of her love surrounded me
Entrusting me with the ability to see through,
Not just to the depth of her soul,
But past the dark clouds of mine.
Her eyes prescribed medication.
Meditation.
A check in with myself to make sure ...
#love
#kindness
#motivational
#TimeHeals
#respect
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A world without words
Car windows tinted with the heat of her breath
Warm as her breath embraces us.
Her sun kissed skin enriched by the jealous moon,
Turning her skin into liquid gold.
Her body my paradise.
A gentle walk along her thighs with my fingers,
Slowly preparing them for the dive into bliss.
A tug on the lil bow to unlock the heavens,
Reveals God's most precious perfume.
An aroma that demands attention.
Leaves me salivating.
A delicate touch to her moist delectable chocolate covered strawberry,
Her back arcs, thrusting her body...
Warm as her breath embraces us.
Her sun kissed skin enriched by the jealous moon,
Turning her skin into liquid gold.
Her body my paradise.
A gentle walk along her thighs with my fingers,
Slowly preparing them for the dive into bliss.
A tug on the lil bow to unlock the heavens,
Reveals God's most precious perfume.
An aroma that demands attention.
Leaves me salivating.
A delicate touch to her moist delectable chocolate covered strawberry,
Her back arcs, thrusting her body...
#lust
#sensual
#sexy
#temptation
#passion
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The night silent.
A festival of heart beats and passion
fill the air.
His lap a thrown.
making me feel like
every compliment he gave me
was a story just being told.
His body against mine.
US, closer than the clothes between us.
His tongue writes a story on mine,
One that speaks of passion.
Our lips, danced.
His taking the lead
A journey towards bliss.
He pulls me closer.
His hand down my cheek
breaking away the hard shell I've built.
His hands between my hair
Removing all...
A festival of heart beats and passion
fill the air.
His lap a thrown.
making me feel like
every compliment he gave me
was a story just being told.
His body against mine.
US, closer than the clothes between us.
His tongue writes a story on mine,
One that speaks of passion.
Our lips, danced.
His taking the lead
A journey towards bliss.
He pulls me closer.
His hand down my cheek
breaking away the hard shell I've built.
His hands between my hair
Removing all...
#lust
#dreams
#magic
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Ancient Architecture
in a city where buildings crumble
as if made on the beach
with sand hardened
by tears of heartbreak
festivals of moments
tainted by distant memories.
monuments of love
swept away
by tsunami of lies.
roads destroyed
turning pathways into mazes
while breaking will.
i'll rebuild her city of love.
as if made on the beach
with sand hardened
by tears of heartbreak
festivals of moments
tainted by distant memories.
monuments of love
swept away
by tsunami of lies.
roads destroyed
turning pathways into mazes
while breaking will.
i'll rebuild her city of love.
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Walk in the park?
The rain fell hard.
Cold, soft kisses embraced me
while the impinging sound consumes my ears.
while listening to the rain
my thoughts drifted to you.
But you were so far gone,
i was stuck on the past.
With my head fallin' faster than the rain
I noticed my shirt was wet and heavy
and the weight of emotion
dragged me back to earth.
Cold, soft kisses embraced me
while the impinging sound consumes my ears.
while listening to the rain
my thoughts drifted to you.
But you were so far gone,
i was stuck on the past.
With my head fallin' faster than the rain
I noticed my shirt was wet and heavy
and the weight of emotion
dragged me back to earth.
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Limitations of a Flower
A Flower (her)
Petals soft and fragrant
and when hit with the tears of the angels
or as we call it rain
Giving it life, it's beautiful.
Grown on unstable and
Uncontrolling land,
The stem grows strong and sturdy
but fragile enough to move about.
Making the flower one of the most
beautiful beings around.
All this beauty yet the little flower
does not see it.
Her vision is bound by the limitations
only her eyes can see.
How fragile she is
How curvey she is
The boundaries of her reach ...
Petals soft and fragrant
and when hit with the tears of the angels
or as we call it rain
Giving it life, it's beautiful.
Grown on unstable and
Uncontrolling land,
The stem grows strong and sturdy
but fragile enough to move about.
Making the flower one of the most
beautiful beings around.
All this beauty yet the little flower
does not see it.
Her vision is bound by the limitations
only her eyes can see.
How fragile she is
How curvey she is
The boundaries of her reach ...
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Saddest Lovers Triangle
Have you heard the story about the Saddest lovers triangle
The rock had fallen inlove with the scissors’ fine shaped body
Made the rock want to cut away her curves and become more “perfect”
But with every touch, the rock bent the scissors…
So she loved her from the bottom of her soft heart
The rock did not like the paper
For the paper was too soft for the rock
The paper reminded the rock of how soft her own heart was
So she kept her distance from her
And her smothering love.
The paper wanted to be more like the rock.
Big, strong and more...
The rock had fallen inlove with the scissors’ fine shaped body
Made the rock want to cut away her curves and become more “perfect”
But with every touch, the rock bent the scissors…
So she loved her from the bottom of her soft heart
The rock did not like the paper
For the paper was too soft for the rock
The paper reminded the rock of how soft her own heart was
So she kept her distance from her
And her smothering love.
The paper wanted to be more like the rock.
Big, strong and more...
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Mirage
She disappeared out of sight and
The camera went out of focus
and jus like that
she became a silhouette in my life.
But she is still clear in my memories
like that last picture we had taken together
The camera went out of focus
and jus like that
she became a silhouette in my life.
But she is still clear in my memories
like that last picture we had taken together
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"Love (The End)"
She took a deep breath in
to exercise her voice box,
like she was preparing for war.
Then she unsheathed her words
and struck my soul.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears
as the sound of this world
evaporated from my mind.
My innocent soul then begun to bleed
and the clear blood escaped through my eyes
and ran down my cheeks
of which used to be smiling,
Now emotionless.
Past my lips once filled with laughter
Now breathless.
And finally committed suicide
by jumping off the sudden chin cliff.
Even though it ended abruptly ...
to exercise her voice box,
like she was preparing for war.
Then she unsheathed her words
and struck my soul.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears
as the sound of this world
evaporated from my mind.
My innocent soul then begun to bleed
and the clear blood escaped through my eyes
and ran down my cheeks
of which used to be smiling,
Now emotionless.
Past my lips once filled with laughter
Now breathless.
And finally committed suicide
by jumping off the sudden chin cliff.
Even though it ended abruptly ...
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Empirical Thought
Human beings are the weakest creatures on Earth
they say we follow the path of least resistance...
Is that why we follow religion and ideologies?
Because it has so much constriction
that we don't have to really think for ourselves?
If so, why do we have our brains if it brings about resistance?
Why don't we become jus like the dolls that kids play with?
And we can get pushed around,
told what to do
by the big hands of society...
Coz ain't that's what's happening anyway?
they say we follow the path of least resistance...
Is that why we follow religion and ideologies?
Because it has so much constriction
that we don't have to really think for ourselves?
If so, why do we have our brains if it brings about resistance?
Why don't we become jus like the dolls that kids play with?
And we can get pushed around,
told what to do
by the big hands of society...
Coz ain't that's what's happening anyway?
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Can't Live Without You
Lungs filled with the weightless smoke
Inhaled through lips
Blackened by the pure white smoke.
The cigarette burns out much like his passion
Or lack thereof.
His hand used to hold her hand, leading her through obstacles in life
Which she couldn’t walk alone
His lips used to kiss those which he cherished dearly
His lungs filled with the scent of her sweet perfume
Which sugar coated his mind and helped him to relax
His fingers used to run through her hair, when she woke each morning
To push back her silky hair to see his treasure
And every...
Inhaled through lips
Blackened by the pure white smoke.
The cigarette burns out much like his passion
Or lack thereof.
His hand used to hold her hand, leading her through obstacles in life
Which she couldn’t walk alone
His lips used to kiss those which he cherished dearly
His lungs filled with the scent of her sweet perfume
Which sugar coated his mind and helped him to relax
His fingers used to run through her hair, when she woke each morning
To push back her silky hair to see his treasure
And every...
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Cycle of Love
like a drug addict
he stabs his arm with his pen
and injects the black ink into his veins
slowly the ink invades his body
and jus as the ink poisons him
and throws him on a high
he slits his wrists with the thin sharp blade
pure white as he thought it would be
the page cuts deep enough
to let his blood gush out
onto the paper landscape
the blood fills every crest and crevice
forming mountains of words
which was deeper than any soul had ever been
once the high was gone
he had looked at the canvas and read the painting
everyone...
he stabs his arm with his pen
and injects the black ink into his veins
slowly the ink invades his body
and jus as the ink poisons him
and throws him on a high
he slits his wrists with the thin sharp blade
pure white as he thought it would be
the page cuts deep enough
to let his blood gush out
onto the paper landscape
the blood fills every crest and crevice
forming mountains of words
which was deeper than any soul had ever been
once the high was gone
he had looked at the canvas and read the painting
everyone...
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